A/N: okay, so i was halfway through responding to the reviews when i accidentally pressed backspace and my page went back, losing EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING THAT I HAD TYPED.

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-.- -_- -.- -_- -.- -_- ... sorry, but i'm too lazy to retype everything that I've written. so i'll just skip the review answering for this chapter, and continue in the next chapter. fml.

Edit : Nvm, i'll TRY to write it all out again...

lily:ok so i'm gonna warn you in advance. this is going to be a super long review. Firstly vamp-lover. WTF is wrong with you bitch. Rose wanting to put lissa in front of herself is what makes rose, ROSE. His A/N are NOT that long. you should be glad that he's taking the time to answer you reviews. Secondly (is that even a word) how has my perception of you changed you ask. well before i knew you were a guy i thought you were a girl (obviously)... but most importantly i had this image of you in my head, you were like a cute girl with overlarge glasses who wrote in her bedroom after a long day to please her fans, for some reason (i know it sounds weird). Now that i know that you're a guy, and one that had written one of the best stories i've EVER read on FF your image in my head has changed to one of a very hot guy. Thirdly "(She doesn't know I like to write though. I bet she thinks that my english is absolutely horrible because I type to her liek dis)" this just made my fucking day. LMFAO. Oh your poor GF she doesn't know what she's missing (is that a good thing). Plus for some reason i never doubted that you were straight... Moving on. Fourthly about this chapter (finally) it was so good. love how annoying and nosy viktoria is, just like a real sibling (i should know i have three of them). NOOOOOOO rose left before they could have a scene together? oh well i guess it's for the good of the story. I know that this review is fragmented and doesn't make sense in places but that's how i think so i apologize for the inconvenience (since i'm to lazy to go back and fix it). Lastly and most importantly...*drumroll* UPDATE SOON! :)

YES, EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN. ROSE WON'T BE ROSE IF SHE DIDN'T PUT LISSA'S WELL-BEING IN FRONT OF HER OWN. you deserve a medal for typing out what i didn't manage to :D and this is pretty funny, but your image of me as a girl is pretty similar to me as a boy. i wear over-larged glasses that are all-the-rage now in singapore, and i type in my bedroom after a long day (which unfortunately makes it longer because i normally write the story till around 1am or 2am to finish it :/) previously, i had typed a very long chunk of text about how singaporeans appear to be very illiterate to the rest of the people on the internet, but since i'm lazy, i won't. but you must agree, that most people think that singaporeans are 'trolls' just because we type in terrible grammar and english, and always insert words like 'la', 'leh', 'deh', 'lor' behind our sentences.

and i HAD to make rose leave before anything happened. i still think its WAY too early for a lemon. i'll only write the lemon when both dimitri and rose are at their wits' ends and are contemplating suicide to solve the sexual hunger between them. now THAT makes the lemon MUCH more interesting to write ;)

majic91: I am still new-ish to FF, probably have only been on this site for about a month or so. And most stories have author's have usernames such as MrsBelikov or AdriansGurl or something like that so I would just make the assumption that they are female haha. I mean maybe I have read other guys' work, and thought they were a girl, but you were the first to my knowledge that is actually a guy.

And to answer a question you asked in reply to someone else's review- No, it does not change my perspective of you at all! If anything, I think higher of you. I don't really know any guys in general who read, but to be a guy and actually admit you like these kinds of books is pretty ballsy in my opinion. Besides, you are an EXCELLENT writer so in the end it doesn't really matter what gender you are.

i think what i was writing about was that only about 2 of my friends out of literally hundreds read, and even then, they read fantasy. ?_? i think fantasy is fucking boring. too long, and too little things to spice it up. sure, there's action, like in Eragon, but it gets boring. i only read the first two books, and the first part of bisingr before putting it down. and i just LOVE reading. yeah, there's no stronger word that i can use. especially at night, where it's windy and dark outside. then i'll just sit on my bed, lean against the wall and read. and read. and read. and listen to my playlist of music (mostly calming ones, from boy bands and of the country genre) now, THAT is enjoying life to the fullest. but, to each his own, I guess.

dpower: Ok well first I havent even read the ch yet cuz I read the AN and had to say something. I dont care what gender you r I like your story just the way it is. Sure you could improve the length of your ch and maybe even be more discriptive in some things but all and all you have a good story going.

I must admit I get confused a little because you jump back and forth so your transition from one place to another could be a little smoother but hey its a learning process. So good job kido!

And as to you being a guy, well, great finally a guys opinion! A straight guy none the less! I would love a guys opinion on my stories. I think thats very cool, even if your girlfiend doesnt know you like to write. But I bet once she read your story she would be like DAMN NO SHIT! thats cool. HAHA

So keep up the good work and I will be reading this story cuz I like it not b/c you r a guy. And if you need any help with the M scene when the time comes I seem to be getting quite the rep for those so I would be happy to help if you like.

Good job! Plz post soon! and now I get to read your story! Yey!

yeah, i know the length of my stories are pathetically short (guilty face) and i suck at description. that's why my stories seem so fast-paced, because i don't know how to describe their surroundings like other authors who take the time to do so, slowing down the pace of their stories so its more enjoyable. i guess my vocab isn't THAT good enough, and i don't know how to put it into words. :/

and i think the jumping back and forth doesn't really matter, since it's all in the third POV. i just do it to show how each person is feeling.

i haven't started writing M scenes yet, so i won't know if i need help. but when the time comes, i'll let you know :)

PHEW, FINALLY GOT THROUGH IT. *fucking backspace that made me retype everything*

EDIT: WHY DOESN'T THE NEW CHAPTER APPEAR ON MY STORY EVEN THOUGH ITS ALREADY ON THE FRONTPAGE? WAI?

"You look like shit, man," Christian commented unhelpfully and annoyingly cheerfully as Dimitri slid himself into the seat on the bench next to him. "Tough night?" Mischief sparked in his eyes.

"You don't look so hot yourself," Dimitri grumbled in reply, resting his chin on his hand propped up by his elbow glumly, eyeing the recruits chatting animatedly with one another over their hearty breakfast. If there was one thing good about the boot camp, it was the food – all the Instructors shared the same belief that good food's a necessity for the recruits to perform at their fullest potential.

Christian sighed, ruffled his hair up – still slightly wet from his morning shower – and took a big bite of his sandwich. "My back's aching like a bitch," he complained, wincing when he slouched a little as if to prove his point, "and I think I only managed to get an hour's sleep due to Sydney stomping all around the place to take stock of the medical equipment and medicine we have at hand."

Dimitri turned to face Christian, frowning. "Sydney?"

"The new doctor," Christian told him, another chunk of the sandwich vanishing into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, then added, "she has issues."

"Is she good?" That was all Dimitri cared about – how professional their doctor-at-site was.

Christian gave that some serious thought – evident from how his brow furrowed in concentration. "I guess," he said finally, finishing up his breakfast with another bite. "She seems to take her work pretty damn seriously."

"Then that's good enough for me." Dimitri paused, then gave Christian an accusing stare. "And for heaven's sakes, Christian, don't fuck her. If she's as good as you deem, I want her to stick around here long enough to treat at least one injury before she leaves from a broken heart."

Christian had the atrocity to act as if he was offended by his words. "How was I supposed to know that Cindy was such a fragile creature?"

Dimitri closed his eyes, blowing out his breath slowly. "Just promise me, Christian, that you won't take Sydney to bed. Is that so hard?"

"Fine," Christian said easily, crushing the sandwich's plastic wrapper in his palm and proceeding to toss it into the rubbish bin a few feet away. "I promise. You don't have to worry about that, actually. I don't think she even knows the definition of humor, much less pleasure."

"What do you mean?" Dimitri asked, his sluggish, sleep-deprived brain not aiding him in understanding what Christian was implying.

Christian shook his head. "I'm telling you, Dimitri, that woman has no emotions. She's like a robot, programmed only to perform its specific duties, and nothing more. Shit, it's fucking creepy. Just last night, I tried to strike up a conversation with her and she only responded when the question prompted for one. If not, she'll just look at you as if you're wasting her time."

"Maybe you should try to be more like her. I'll definitely appreciate your company more then."

"I'm serious!" Now he sounded exasperated.

"You're exaggerating, Christian."

"No, I'm not," Christian protested, gesticulating wildly with his hands to get his point across more strongly. "I'm not kidding, Dimitri, I swear it on my cock - and you know how important it is to me. She's like a fucking block of ice – why the hell would I want to screw her? My balls would probably freeze and drop off after that."

"That never stopped you before," Dimitri muttered under his breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Forget it." Dimitri waved off the remark and stood up, the headache becoming quite hard to ignore. "You think you can manage today's training without my help?"

Christian arched an eyebrow. "You think I can't?"

"Yes." Dimitri answered truthfully.

"Well," Christian said brightly, not paying much heed to the insult, "don't worry. I can manage pretty damn well on my own."

"That isn't the least bit reassuring, but I'll take your word for it," Dimitri said, plucking out his phone to check the details of Adrian's flight. Assuming that Adrian was even on it and not still sprawled out on his bed in Los Angeles, his chosen place for vacation for the past half year. "I'll go catch up on some sleep in the meantime then go to the airport to bring Adrian here."

"Adrian?" Christian's eyes lit up immediately at the mention of their friend. "Adrian Ivashkov?"

Dimitri gave a weary sigh. "Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me that he's the Guardian who's coming?" Christian asked happily, already on his feet and pumping his hand in the air in delight. "I would have made plans for us to go to town and have some fun – "

"Christian," Dimitri reminded him sternly, "he's here to help. Not to fuck the entire town." Adrian was almost as bad an incorrigible playboy as Christian was, and needless to say, they got along like the best of buddies. The only difference between the two of them was that Adrian had loads of fetishes while Christian didn't really care about such things.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it." Christian didn't seem all that concerned – or attentive, for that matter – about what Dimitri was saying. "Just bring him to meet me the moment he gets here, alright? Jesus, I don't know how long it's been since the three of us were together! Best Christmas gift ever!" He rubbed his hands together in glee, looking very much like a kid up to no good.

"Alright then. I'll be back at the cabin if you need me." Dimitri told Christian, who just gave him a dismissive nod in return.

Already imagining how comfortable his bed would feel – Viktoria definitely wouldn't object to him sleeping in his bed since she's up and running – Dimitri quickened his steps. If everything went according to schedule, Adrian's plane would land about a quarter before noon. That allowed him about three hours to get some rest.

God knows he needed it.