Hey guys, so I know it's not my best work, but I couldn't think of anything else to add. Oh! I finally got around to watching the VA movie, and here's what bugged me most: Not enough RXD time, they burn the dress ("I like your dress, lets burn it", yeah, okay, that makes total sense), and Dimitri wears boxer briefs (grrr). Here's what I did like: The person who played Natalie did an AMAZING job, I liked the person who they cast fro Mia, and I liked how there was some humor mixed into it. Anyways, for those of you who read my likes/dislikes of the movie, thank you, for those of you who did not, I don't blame you. ANYWAYS! Here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it!

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CH. 11

Rose POV

After we talked a bit more, Pandora left with Dawn, leaving Dimitri and I sitting silently on the couch. He had his arm wrapped around me, and I rested my head against his chest. We sat there in silence for a while before Dimitri spoke up.

"Michael was in Russia", he started, his voice sounding painful. He was referring to when he was a strigoi. He continued to explain that Michael was supposed to be there when I broke out, so Dimitri figured that either I killed him or he had fled. Eventually I went up to bed, Dimitri saying he would be up in a bit, he just had to read some reports. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sleep, my mind was racing and I tossed and turned. Eventually, Dimitri came up. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered to me in Russian, the sound of his heart beat lulling me to sleep.

Pandora POV

By the time I got home, Ivan was already there, passed out on the couch. He had one arm draped over his eyes, blocking out any light, and the other hanging off the couch. I smiled, he looked so peaceful sleeping, and I couldn't bring my self to wake him. After changing Dawn's diaper and putting her into some pajamas, I figured I had better clean my cuts to help keep them from getting infected.

"What took you so long?", a voice asked. I closed my eyes and muttered a curse under my breath.

"I hung out with Rose for a bit, go back to sleep", I responded, unable to look at him. Ivan walked up behind me and put an arm on my shoulder, causing me to wince.

"Look at me", he commanded softly, I shook my head in response.

"I can't", I said, my voice coming out as a whisper.

"Yes you can" ,he replied, "please". I turned around, knowing he would find out eventually. He let out a gasp of surprise, before his face contorted into anger.

"What did you do?", he said harshly.

"Shut up, you'll wake up Dawn", I snapped as quietly as I could. He grabbed my arm and led me to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. It wasn't until I saw my reflection that I really processed just how much damage had been done.

"Take off your jacket", he commanded. I grumbled in response but removed it anyways. I took off my scarf, noticing how it was sticky with blood in some places. Ivan pointed to the counter and I jumped up on the edge to sit on it, wincing as I did. He opened the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of antiseptic and some cotton pads to clean it with.

"I can clean it myself you know", I said half-heartedly, knowing he wouldn't leave. He glared at me in response and soaked the cotton in the cleaner. The cut on my face was by far the worst, and he dabbed that first. I gasped in pain as the solution stung. Somehow, a bit of cleaning solution caused me more pain than when I had broken my wrist, or cracked my ribs a couple years back.

After that was all cleaned up, he told me to take my shirt off.

"Yeah, you just want to see some boobs", I said, my voice snarky. He glared at me in response again. I tried to lift my shirt over my head, but my ribs were screaming at me to stop. Ivan sighed before gently helping me get it off. My skin was badly bruised, and I knew it would feel worse in the morning.

"What did you do?", he whispered. I took a deep breath before answering.

"I ran into Michael", I said before jumping down from the top of the counter. His eyes widened and before he could say anything, I spoke.

"Thanks for your help, I'm going to head to bed", I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I kissed him softly. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back. When I pulled away, we just looked at each other for a while before I grabbed his hand and pulled him into my room. I didn't have to speak. He knew what I was saying. I didn't want to be alone right now. I put an oversized tee shirt on, before climbing into bed.

"Is that my shirt?", he asked, humor in his eyes. I blushed.

"It must have gotten mixed up with my laundry", I muttered.
"If you say so", he said, not sounding convinced. I got under the covers and was followed by Ivan. I rested my head on his chest. He kissed the top of my head and I fell into a deep sleep.