This is an awesome chapter! I had fun writing this; hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do! All of Lissa's points of views are of bad Lissa, so prepare yourself.

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All Love.

—T.

~Lissa

Have you ever had that feeling where you're sitting on a guy's lap laughing at anything and whatever he says? And it doesn't matter that you're either high or drunk, but the only thing that matters right now is his hand that quickly, but smoothly touches inside of your thighs. The way he constantly, but still so quickly looks at you from time to time during the whole conversation you and all the other drunk people around you. Every time he looks at you. It's a look of disdain or distaste. I laugh this unstoppable laugh because of the high I'm slowly coming down from and the expectations of the people around me. I just stared at him. Never meeting his eyes, but just stared. I'm brought out of my hazy thoughts by Camille calling my name.

"Yeah?" Everyone looks at me.

Camille grins before saying, "You know what, never mind," Camille who's gently, but firmly being pulled by the guy in front of her by the wrist gives me a wink, "you'll find a way back home right." The last word wasn't a question it was a confirmation that I should find my own way home. And the wink wasn't just for charm it says I'm leaving to practically fuck this guy's brain out. The guy's name I could barely even remember walked away with Camille, but not before he shot a wink at the guy standing next to him. I avert my eyes back to Camille.

"Yeah, cool," I nod.

"That's my girl."

There was a tightening on my thigh and I slowly looked down, but didn't see anything, but I know it was his hand that had squeezed my thigh and not just because I was in fact sitting in his lap. It was the quick movement. It had become familiar to me all night.

"Dylan, you take care of ok," Camille grin broadened. "She is in fact a princess."

~Rose

"Rose, Rose," I look up and I'm staring into emerald green eyes.

"Are you ok?" Adrian asks.

I look down at my hands and saw that they were balled into fists.

"I was in Lissa's head," I said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, what did you see?"

Rose couldn't believe Lissa. This was some serious crap.

"Adrian do you know a guy named Dylan?"

Adrian opened his mouth to speak, but we didn't get a chance to by Rose standing up and saying, "What am I doing asking if you know him, who cares?" Rose slips on her jacket hurriedly. "Someone's about to get their ass kicked."

"Whoa, little dhampir calm down."

"Calm down. Lissa's at a party high off her ass and sitting on some guy's lap letting him practically feel her up. Hell no."

"Do you know where she is," Adrian asks.

"Some house not close, but not far from here. In Lissa's head I remember a sign, it was like a black star with words engraved into it."

"I know where that is. I can take you there."

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When Adrian and I arrive at Denis or David or whatever's place I'm suddenly sucked into Lissa's head.

"What did you bring me here for?" Lissa asked. Lissa sat on a black leather sofa. The guy—

"Dylan, suddenly Lissa thought about that bitch Camille: who should be expecting a visit from me very soon. Lissa thought about how Camille and all the other royals that were here at this party would think she didn't fit in or couldn't hang with them and she knew that if Camille spread a rumor about her and Dylan she'd be accepted again: to all the parties and all the fun things old Lissa would never even think about having. She had made a decision when she called Cary.

"If you want to have sex, we can just cut to the chase," Damn this dark side of Lissa is very straight forward. I can't believe this is sweet, honest, sincere Lissa, my best friend Lissa. Lissa changed out of her earlier neon pink outfit, she now wore a black lace skirt and a hot pink tube top that stopped slightly above her stomach, and she wore matching pink pumps and her hair was down and ruffled. Lissa who was still seated crossed her legs before a very harsh voice answered her, "I'm not going to have sex with you."

Lissa was taken aback; Dylan couldn't keep his hands off of her all night.

"Why not?"

Frankly he answered, "Because I don't fuck sluts like you."

Lissa felt a wave of hurt o past her, but she stayed put on the sofa. Dylan looked over at Lissa before continuing, "I brought you here because if you'd stayed downstairs you might end up missing. I mean look at you, your hair is messy, makeup smeared and I really feel bad for you for wearing that whorish outfit, you're going to freeze to death." In the background through the walls you could hear shouting and the thump of music. Lissa had finally had enough of Dylan treating her like she was a whore. She knew she looked like one and acted like one tonight, but she didn't need all of that pointed out to her. "I'm leaving. I don't have to put up with this," Lissa says standing.

"Oh, don't you now? Well this is something new I never had a whore talk back to me before. Please continue."

Lissa made a disgusted sound walking towards the door and realizing its locked. There was a key hole, but you could see straight through it. What kind of door has no lock to unlock it with from the inside?

"It's locked."

"I know. Open it."

"Oh, but I thought you were opening up your legs for me tonight instead."

"You're disgusting. Offer revoked."

"So you have standards now. Looking at you now I figured you didn't."

"What the hell is your problem?"

"Sluts like you. You know we've all heard the stories about you, precious, sweet Princess Vasilisa. You're in line for the throne."

"I am not in line for the throne, contrary to what you've heard."

"You're just like the others."

"Others—

"The other sluts occupying my house."

"Can you stop calling me a slut?"

"No," Dylan looked at Lissa unsparingly before continuing, "Tell me Lissa, why are you doing this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this," Dylan gestured to Lissa "is this really you?"

Lissa was surprised by the sudden question and the viciousness in which it was asked, "It is; the new me."

Dylan didn't question Lissa on what he just asked, he just asked, "So how do you feel," His face showed no remorse or sympathy it still held the harsh look he's been giving her all night. Lissa thought about how she felt tonight, despite her being dressed like a slut by Camille and Carly and treated as such…it brought on a rush and the added high from the multiple joints she's smoked since she arrived at Camille and Carly's place.

"Alive," Lissa finally answered.

Dylan for the first time that night lost its harsh look and he looked at her with a blank expression before unnoticeably smirking.

Suddenly I'm in my own head facing a door. I know Lissa's in there.

"Is this the room?" Adrian asks walking next to Rose. Rose nods and Adrian knocks. There was a pause before the sound of a door unlocking and the door flew open and Lissa stood before me surprised, "Rose, what are you doing here," Lissa asked shocked and very embarrassed. She gave me a little smile, which wavered when noticing my angry expression, "Meet Dylan," Rose looked in the room and the guy waved at them before grinning and saying "Hey Adrian."

"Dylan, what the hell have you done this time?"

"Wait, how do you know him?"

"Dylan's mom and my mom are good friend friends."

"So does that mean he's your best friend?" Adrian looked at Dylan and Dylan snorted. Rose took that as confirmation then finally Adrian said "No. We're not."

"Ok, whatever," Rose said still clearly not in the mood, "are you coming are not?"

"No, I'll see you tomorrow Little Dhampir."

Rose walked out, followed by Lissa and closed the door none too kindly. Lissa suddenly fears for her life right now. Good Rose thought she should be.

~Rose

The whole walk back to my place was in silence. I just couldn't believe Lissa would pull this stupid stunt and why?

When we're both inside of the house I went to sit on the arm rest of the nearby sofa then Lissa spoke, "Rose I'm sorry. I don't know why I did this. I'm really sorry." Rose sighed she knew Lissa was telling the truth, but what was she supposed to say.

"Lissa just tell me why you did it," Lissa jerked back suddenly and looked taken aback.

"I don't know Rose? I was just bored and wanted to have fun. Can I not have fun?"

Rose stood up, "because it's stupid Liss," Rose felt a wave of surprise and hurt telling Rose that Lissa took those words very hard. Suddenly Lissa's brow furrowed and the look of hurt disappeared, she now looked at Rose with hatred- Lissa never looked at Rose that way before and Rose felt immensely hurt, but held her ground.

"Ok, so you can call what I'm doing stupid, but you're the one who's always the life of the party, the one who partied all the time."

"News Flash Lissa I don't do that anymore. Yes I used to get drunk and high and do idiotic things, but that was a long time ago."

"Whatever Rose," now Rose looked at Lissa shocked, "Honestly I'm really not sorry for what I did tonight. I'm sorry it took too long for me to realize that this is what I want. And I'm sorry if… you can't understand that," Lissa finished standing in Rose's face before walking out of the door. Rose stood there in a stoic shock her eyes watered with tears. Rose ran upstairs, slamming the door and getting in bed.

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

An hour later Rose heard the bedroom door open and felt someone slide into the bed next to her. It was Lissa. Rose had almost forgotten Lissa had a key to her place.

"Rose?" Lissa asked timidly.

Lissa had on her pajamas and lay on top of the covers.

"Yeah Liss?"

"I'm sorry."

Rose couldn't even find breath to sigh anymore. She knew that something serious was happening with Lissa, that she's now two different people. She knows that Lissa can't control it, but what Rose just can't understand is why? Why is this happening to Lissa of all people?

"I know," Rose finally replied.

Lissa sighed, soon falling to sleep.

When Rose was sure Lissa was asleep she got out of bed and grabbing the blanket off of the plush grey arm chair that sat in her room and putting over Lissa before going downstairs.

Rose sat on her sectional sofa, back against the armrest. Rose picked up her phone off the end table when she walked downstairs. Rose looked at her phone before turning it on and going to her contacts. When Rose found the number she called it. It ringed about four times before he answered.

"Hello?" a sluggish voice answers.

"Christian. It's Rose."

"I know; I have caller ID."

"There was silence before there was a sigh on the other end and Christian speaks, "Rose, why'd you call me?"

"I don't know. I just needed someone to talk to."

There was a long pause before Christian replies, "I'm all ears…"

So Rose told Christian about seeing Lissa at some wild royal party, about Lissa snapping at Rose. Even about how she felt about the whole situation. It was so hard not to keep talking because unlike other people Christian just listened to her as she rambled on and on not saying anything, but still making his presence known.

"And I just do not know why this is happening to Lissa."

When Christian was sure Rose was done and wanted his input he spoke, "Why don't you try finding some more information about spirit that would be the cause of what's happening to her?"

"That's actually not a bad idea despite me not knowing where I'm going to find any information here on court."

"Aunt Tasha knows someone that works with records and other documents. I could give word that you might need the documents."

"That's great...but do you mind helping me?"

There was a pause and Rose mentally scolded herself, realizing that this may be a bit much for Christian considering she's laying all her problems onto him and that Christian and Lissa just broken up not even a month ago and the wound might still be fresh—

"Ok."

"What?"

"Yeah. I'll help you," Christian says.

"…Hey, Christian."

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"No problem," Rose figured this was becoming their new thing. Rose is still surprised that Christian was cool with her telling him all this. When Christian told Rose about his insecurities on why he believed he needed Lissa to go with him to the upcoming royal party it made Rose see Christian in a new light—

"Rose."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, can you like hang up now, because I would really like it if I could you know do that thing that normal people do, what is it? Sleep," Christian said sarcastically.

Slightly, Rose thought finishing her thought before she was interrupted by a snarky Christian. I mean he is still Christian.

"Ok, bye loser," Rose says jokingly before hanging up.

Rose sat her phone on the end table next to her and closed her eyes drifting off to sleep.