Worth The Fight
by
VampireFreakLover98
Disclaimer: I do not own anything! R&R
I'd really like it if more of my faithful readers reviewed! I want to know if I'm doing a good job and if this is still capturing your attention just like the beginning of the story did. I apologize that I haven't had a lot of romance but I plan to stir it up this chapter. . . PLEASE REVIEW!
Chapter Eleven
Lissa and I were standing outside of Shadow Kissed waiting for the line to move forward, "Ugh, this is taking forever!" I usually didn't whine but my legs were starting to cramp from standing in one place and I was here to dance not to stand in line, bored.
Lissa chuckled as she held Christian's hand, "Rose we've only been here for five minutes."
"Well, five minutes too long," I growled, snatching her wrist and shoving people out of the way, ignoring the glares from the girls and the awe-filled gazes of the guys before I finally got to the front.
"You have to wait-," I trailed my hand along his leg before it was resting on his manhood, which if I did say so, was pretty big. I smiled coyly and whispered things that I was "going to do to him tonight" in his ear till he was practically choking on his tongue. He hurriedly unclipped the rope and allowed us into the club, yelling at the groaning and complaining crowd.
"Your such a slut," Christian muttered but even his gaze had darkened from my movements and I smirked at him.
"Proud of it," I replied, leaving them and making my way to the bar, ordering vodka shots.
"Well, damn, can you get dressed up." Adrian's voice practically dripped with desire and I smirked as I glanced at him without turning my head and throwing my shot back. I licked my lips at the familiar burn and moaned in pleasure.
So after several shots and drunken discussions I finally dragged Adrian onto the dance floor and we grinded against one another, his hands gripping my hips and my own in the air as I rocked my hips to LMFAO's "I'm Sexy and I Know It" song. Great song...though they play it a little too often and are going to wear it out soon.
We were dancing to a slow song when I gazed around to find Lissa and Christian talking to each other in one of the shadowed booths, not looking drunk at all. In fact both of their beers seemed to be untouched and I couldn't help but smiled slightly at the longing on Christian's face and the adoration upon Lissa's. I could tell that they were both falling deeply in love with each other already. Even though they'd only been dating for a month and a half now.
"Rose?" I looked up at Adrian and couldn't help but feel like something was missing or just plain wrong.
"Yeah?"
"You looked deep in thought...hehe, you ight?" Adrian's voice was slurred slightly but I laughed jokingly and nodded.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" I asked playfully, playing with the collar of his shirt flirtatiously. I looked back at Lissa and was happy she had finally found someone that would be there for her always. I knew Christian wouldn't be leaving anytime soon if at all. She deserved to build a family after losing her's. I sadly thought of her parents. Her mother. . .
"Rose?" Adrian had stopped dancing and was looking at me with genuine concern, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I cleared my throat, wiping away a fallen tear, "Just thinking of losing the people you love and feeling alone." Adrian's face showed sympathy and understanding. He rested his cheek on my head and rubbed my back, comfortingly.
"You want to talk about it?" I nodded weakly as he pulled me out of the club and hugged me on the streets.
"My mom died-no was murdered almost two months ago and-and we still haven't found out who did it!" I sobbed as I wrapped my arms around Adrian and held onto him like a lifeboat, "She didn't deserve to die! She was a great woman who fought for her loved ones! She was a caring mother who I took for granted! Why was she taken from me? Was it because of something I did? Was it my fault? Is this God's way of punishing me?" I cried harder as I thought of her lifeless body lying underneath the cold, wet ground-surrounded by bugs.
"No!" Adrian held me tighter as if to take away my pain-I wish it were that easy, "It had nothing to do with you! The person who did it was sick and twisted! He-He has no humanity left! It was his fault and his deranged beliefs!"
"It hurts! It hurts so fucking much. It is like someone literally ripped out my organs and bled them out. I feel empty inside and only few people can cure me but it is always there in the shadows. This suffocating pressure that wants to take over my mind." I gripped his back and tried to burrow into his chest as if to escape the feeling but it just doesn't work that way.
"It's gonna be okay Rose. You're gonna be okay, you hear me? You'll be alright!" Adrian sighed sadly as I tilted my head up and looked up at him pleadingly.
"You think so?" I brokenly whispered.
"I do." His eyes flickered down to my lips and in seconds his lips were pressed softly against my own, washing away the sudden panic attack-but only for a little while. But all too soon he pulled away and I looked at him confusedly.
"What-?"
"Your vulnerable, Rose. You need to go home and sleep... Come on, let's go get Lissa and her boy toy." I smiled at the reference of Christian and nodded.
"Okay. Your a good guy Adrian," I spoke softly.
"Yeah," he muttered, "Sure I am."
I closed the front door softly and my brow furrowed in confusion at the soft glow of light coming from the living room and when I peeked in Dimitri sat on the couch, looking intensely at papers among papers scattered all over the coffee table.
"Dimitri?" I asked softly. He looked up at me and I gasped at the deep bags under his eyes. He looked exhausted and his eyes were becoming red from fatigue.
"You need to go to sleep," I murmured to him, slipping into the couch beside him and sighed tiredly. He smiled softly at me before looking back at the papers, "What are you looking at?"
"Suspects." Any happiness that had been in my system left and I frowned slightly before scooting to the edge of the couch and sure enough several papers of men and even some woman were scattered out. Information from height to criminal records listed down the pages of paper.
"Any certain-"
"Not yet...but I'll get there. Don't worry, Rose. I'll find the person who took your mother away from you."
"We'll find them." I corrected him as I leaned backwards, closing my eyes.
"Yeah, we will." Just before I slipped off into la-la land I could have sworn I felt someone kiss my forehead and push a strand of hair behind my ear, "I think I'm f..." I slipped off and snuggled up against a hard but comfortably warm figure, sighing peacefully.
...
My eyes cracked open and I looked around the room and then at the body before me. What the hell? Glancing higher up, I groaned at the sunlight and the pounding in my head became more dominant, knocking out any other thoughts but pain and soreness.
A grunt greeted me and I finally peeked up to see Dimitri looking down at me with furrowed eyebrows, "Rose?" I noticed our positions and had to try really hard to control the blush wanting to explode on my face. My legs were wrapped tightly around Dimitri's and I was pushed up against the back of the couch with Dimitri's arm wrapped tightly around my waist. We were touching basically everywhere. Dear God, did it feel good though.
"Hi," I murmured. All the sudden a chuckle sounded from the doorway and Dimitri jumped up skillfully and crouched before me in a defensive manner only to stand up properly when he recognized Mikhail in the doorway, smirking at us evilly.
"Hello lovebirds," he greeted, sipping coffee, "Have a nice night?" I blushed deeply before standing up slowly and walking towards the staircase in the foyer.
"I'll meet you in the gym in a little while Dimitri," I murmured as I passed him, glaring briefly at Mikhail as I passed him as well. He only chuckled in amusement before I raced upstairs and once in my room, did I let the small smile grace my lips and I touch the burning skin of my lower back that Dimitri's hand had unconsciously been rubbing.
...
I walked into the gym two hours later to see Dimitri doing push-ups and glared briefly at the pace and how he wasn't even breaking a sweat, it just wasn't fair. I practically struggled with doing push-ups, when we'd begun training I hadn't even managed to push my self up properly, I'd had to lift weights for the first two weeks.
"Hello Rose," he greeted with a grunt as I heard him murmur 72. I rolled my eyes, show-off.
"Hey, Dimitri." I joined him in warm ups and winced at the-unfortunately-familiar 80's music, "Ugh, not this crap again. Why can't you be like regular guys and listen to rock while exercising?" I complained, like who really listens to composers while running and doing self-defense?
"It's either this or country music," I muttered bitterly that neither was pleasant before hopping into an offensive crouch as I waited for Dimitri to remove his hoodie leaving him in a black wife-beater. We circled each other for a minute before he finally striked out with a left hook and caught me in the rib cage-again! I swear, one day one of them was going to snap out of my skin. Then he'd regret it.
"Ow," I muttered. So we exchanged punches and kicks and for once I actually managed to get a few good hits in and was satisfied when he grunted. Not a lot but it was better than the slight wince he usually gave me when I hit him. So, progress!
Unsuspecting though, my leg whipped out and he lost his balance but I fell as well, landing heavily and clumsily on his chest, groaning at the hard impact. But I didn't go unnoticed how his fingers clenched firmly around my waist and I slipped into a straddling position. Glancing at his lips and the way his eyes darkened with desire. His gaze trailed down to where our bodies met and he unconsciously pulled me closer to him, his lips puckering slightly.
But all the sudden he blinked and in a flash I was on the ground with his standing over me and looking at his hands in confusion before glancing at me and then averting his eyes.
"Dimitri-" but without another word nor glance he stormed from the gym, leaving me breathing heavily on the floor with an eerie desperation clawing at my stomach. I gulped as I stared at the ceiling. What the fuck was that?
So, did you like it? I thought it was pretty good, thank you very much..jk. But anyway hope you review and tell me if you liked it or not!
~Hannah