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Chapter 11

I left immediately after Rose told me where Lissa was. She hadn't told me much, just that Lissa was in danger. I filled Alberta in about the situation as we walked.

"What's going on?" Alberta asked. I had knocked rapidly on her door and told her it was an emergency.

"It's Lissa. Rose just said she was in danger and that she's in the church attic," I replied.

"Strigoi?" Alberta asked.

"Umm...no, I don't think so. I think it's more of an...internal accident." I wondered if I made any sense.

"Oh, okay," Alberta said, but I heard her ask for back-up through her radio.

We walked into the church, immediately heading for the attic, aware of everything. I opened the door slowly and that's when I saw her. She was on the floor, a small amount of blood pooling around her left arm. She was pale. Very pale, even for a Moroi. And she was unconscious.

"Oh God," Alberta said softly.

I scooped her up in my arms and hurried toward the nurse's office, refusing to think about what happened, even though I knew. My sister, Sonya, had done the same thing back when she was a teenager. She later explained how she was depressed and that that was her "outlet." Her words, not mine.

There was immediate chaos when I carried Lissa into the clinic. Nurses were everywhere, prying Lissa out of my arms and trying to get her awake enough to get some blood into her. Rose was ushered out, and I wanted to talk to her, to ask her about the situation, but I had to stay with Lissa. She was my charge. By the time I left, it was too late to talk to Rose, and I was dead tired. I left a note at her door telling her to come to practicea bit early.

The next morning, I received a call from Alberta, telling me about Lissa's condition. I decided to tell Rose at practice.

"Hey Comrade, what's up? Are we sparring today? Cause I'll totally kick your ass!" she said.

"No, no we're not training today; I just wanted to talk to you about what's happening to Lissa."

I saw a flicker of pain in her eyes when I said Lissa's name. "What's happening?" she asked.

"Well, she'll be receiving daily visits with a counsellor, and they'll be putting her on anti-depressants." I said

"Oh, well that's good. Glad to know she'll be feeling better and all that. Well, Comrade, if you don't mind I'm just gonna go and catch up on some of that shut-eye I've missed out on since waking up at this un-Godly hour," she said, turning around and walking out.

"Rose, wait," I said, walking behind her. She turned around so abruptly she almost bumped into me. She looked up at me.

"Rose, why didn't you tell me what was going on? Why didn't you tell me that Lissa was cutting herself?" I asked. A flash of guilt appeared on Rose's face.

"Rose? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Listen, Dimitri, I just couldn't okay?"

"Why?" I asked

"Because...because...I don't know why, okay? I thought I could handle it."

"Rose, you...you don't have to handle everything by yourself. You can trust me. I'm here for you and Lissa, okay?"

"Yeah, um, okay. I'll see you later Comrade, okay?" And before I could say anything, she was gone in a flash. I sighed and turned off the lights.


About a couple days after the whole Lissa situation, I sensed a tension between Lissa and Rose. She asked regularly about how Lissa was doing, though. On the day of the high school dance, Alberta asked me to go around the campus to check-out some guardian stuff. I wasn't going to chaperone, so I decided to spend the night reading a Western novel. I know. Lame. On the way, we ran into Rose and Mason.

Damn.

Those were the first words that came to mind when I saw Rose. I was aware of Alberta conversing with Mason, but I couldn't pay attention to the words. Rose was wearing the dress. The dress she'd bought at the mall. The dress was pretty by its self. However, Rose in the dress, was...breathtaking.

Her hair was down, which suddenly made my urge to touch it even stronger. Victor's necklace hung around her neck. Fabric clung to her body in all the right places. Right then and there I wanted her skin against mine. I wanted to touch every inch of her perfect body. Me being her mentor was important right now, but, hell, there wasn't a single rational thought in my head. What the hell is wrong with me?

Sadly, Alberta finished up her conversation with Mason and they went on their way. I sighed. Nothing was making sense! I wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with my Western novel and not be bothered. I felt like an emotional, hormonal teenager.

Later on, I took a shower and returned to my bedroom and read a Western novel.

At least I was doing just that, when someone almost broke my door down with their excessive banging. I was immediately on high alert; I never had visitors at night unless it was an emergency. And, if it was an emergency, I would be contacted on my phone. I sighed and got up from the bed. I was letting my imagination get the best of me. It was probably Alberta or some other guardian. Who else could it be? Rose? Yeah, good joke.

I opened the door... and I swear my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. It was Rose.

"Rose?" I said.

"Let me in. It's Lissa," she said. See, I knew there was a rational explanation for her showing up, in my room, in that dress. I stepped aside for her to come in.

"What's wrong?" I asked. But Rose didn't answer, instead she looked and looked...and looked, at me. In a way that was making me very uncomfortable. Then, she aimed for my chest.

"Rose! What are you doing?" I said. I was surprised. What was she doing?

"What do you think?" She asked, moving toward me again. What the hell was going on with her?

"Are you drunk?" I asked

"Don't I wish." she said, then paused. "I thought you wanted to–don't you think I'm pretty?" Yes, I think you're beautiful.

"Rose, I don't know what's going on, but you need to go back to your room." I moved forward and grabbed both her wrists, intending to escort her back to her room. But...I don't know what happened. It was like, an electric current shot through my arm when I touched her. But instead of letting go, I brought her closer. There was a new voice in my head, too.

Stay with her. Nothing else matters. Touch her. You want her, right?

Yes. Oh God, yes, I wanted her. Badly. I moved my hands up her arms, feeling her silky smooth skin, pushing her body against mine. I twined my finger in her hair, tipping her face up to mine. I brushed my lips against hers.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked again.

"I think you're beautiful," I said

"Beautiful?"

"You are so beautiful, it hurts me sometimes," I said. Then I did something that I wanted to do for a long time: I kissed her. Gently at first, but it soon became more desperate; I wanted her, wanted to taste her, to feel, to touch. My hands slid down, down to the edge of her dress, pushing it up her legs, up, up, till it was over her head and on the floor.

"You...you got rid of that dress fast. I thought you liked it," she asked breathlessly.

"I do like it. I love it," I said, equally breathlessly. Some how, I didn't think we were still talking about the dress.

And then I took her to my bed. I didn't care if there was a tornado, hurricane, flood, or storm, she wasn't getting off this bed anytime soon.