Rose's P.O.V
"Mazur was skeptical." Sydney said through the phone. "He didn't and still doesn't believe the email, I'll say you're in clear waters yet anything can change at a moment's notice." I could imagine Sydney being way to calm about this, locked in her office overlooking New-York city while picking over another plate. The little times I've seen the ice queen I could already pick out little traits, such as saying life or death matters as if she was talking about Sunday brunch or the weather. She rarely ate, the chefs brought big plates, her food-tasters eating a bit before Sydney consumed the meal - or that's the theory. At most she'll take seven small bites and push the plate over.
"I'm aware." I respond while double coating my big toe in a beautiful shade of light pink. I try not to sound as if I wasn't preoccupied, especially with something as doing my toes. I wanted to present myself as hundred percent committed but I can't commit if my toes are bland. I'll never wear flip-flops, even if it's fall. "What's the next course of action?" I asked her, moving on to my other toe.
"I asked the Guardians to give you and the blond one a course in Computer hacking. You must excel in this by the end of the year. Poison making and escaping will also be added. Think of it as the college you never went to." Yah, because I always wanted four more years of school. "After that you and the blond one will be on your own. You must go to Turkey, and do what your meant to Rose, destroy the Royals must be done inside the operation, am I clear?"
"Yes, ma'am." I said, the words were almost awkward, considering I'm calling Sydney ma'am when she was younger than me.
"Very well, don't disappoint me Rosemarie. I'm already feeling dissatisfied with you choosing pink for your nails. Personally I think you'll look better with a dark shade of red." My eyes widened and I slightly jump, causing the small glass bottle filled with pink polish spill over my white bed spread. Just as I open my mouth I hear the line go dead. Damn Sydney. I quickly pick up the polish, even if a lost cause, and look around my room. Trying to detect any cameras, small or big but I know no one's been in my room. I look out the windows, seeing nothing different. She could always be spying, seems like something Sydney would do. I close all the shades, plummeting my room into darkness.
I turn on the light which helps me see better. Just as I'm about to clean my bed, my phone dings with a text. "Better be Sydney apologizing." I mutter and pick up my phone.
Another thing from J, sent one minute ago.
'Denial killed Julius Caesar, if only he saw the signs of betrayal he may have walked away unharmed. Mr. Mazur, you remind me much of the great ruler, only your slightly more ignorant.'
J.
If Mr. Mazur isn't alarmed, I'll have to concur.
I slammed my phone shut and tossed it on the bed. This 'J' is getting on my last nerve. She's constantly dropping hints to my father. I assume she's indeed a she. How do I deal with stuff like this? The moment I asked that question I knew the answer. The Guardians. If any organization is shiftier than the Alchemist, it'll have to be the Guardians. I've seen those damn cameras; it caught me almost killing Camille, who is currently in intensive care in the hospital, that information in on a need-to-know basis. If this J person was walking around and maybe even following me then the cameras might have caught her.
I pick up my phone again and dial.
Dimitri's P.O.V
"Viktoria?" I asked, completely stunned at her appearance in the middle of my office. One coffee break and I'm reuniting with my sister. Viktoria was sitting on my desk, swinging her legs back and forth while playing with a figurine on my desk. Her brown eyes dart to mine before putting it down and running to hug me.
Her arms tightened around my waist and she squeals happily, just like she did when she was a little girl. "Dimika! I missed you so much!" To shocked to say anything I simply return the hug, even with the products in my hands. "Oh, is that a banana nut muffin I smell?" She asked yanking the bag from my hand. She goes and sits at my desk in the office chair and spin around as she eats it.
"Yeah you can have it; it wasn't like I was planning on eating that." I said sarcastically. I closed my door and sit on the edge of my desk, sipping on my coffee, curious on how this visit was going to go. She giggles before giving me back my half-eaten muffin.
"Have it, I'm not that hungry anyways." She said wiping her mouth. "God that made me thirsty." She takes my coffee before I could even blink and is swallows the contents on the foam cup in front of me.
"As much as I'm already enjoying this visit, what are you doing here?" I asked Viktoria. She looks up at me, putting the coffee down. She looks me in the eye, not beating around the bush.
"I wanna know what Camille Conta was doing here, morning yesterday." Viktoria said. "More specific, around ten, eleven." This caused this little visit to become more than a casual sibling reunion. This was serious, I bet even Guardian business.
"I'm not helping them." I told her. "I'm done Viktoria; I thought I made myself perfectly clear!" I yelled but kept my voice down enough so that co-worker next door would hear.
"How do you know it's for them?" She asked innocently. "I could just be really curious."
"I'm not some moron, Viktoria." I told her, my temper rising but I did everything to mask it. "I know what this is about, or at least who it is for. I'm not helping you with this, not now or ever." I drank what was left of my coffee before throwing it in the trash.
I looked over to Viktoria, who was currently glaring outside the window. Her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face. I didn't want to tell her to leave, I wanted to spend more time with my little sister, but if we were talking about Guardian business, something I never wanted her to be part of, then I wanted nothing more of her to scatter.
"You threw your life's work away for her," Viktoria muttered. "I'm still in shock."
"Life's work?" I asked, amused and annoyed. "I'm only twenty-six, Viktoria. I can do something else to help society, like what I'm doing now." I said gesturing to my office. In many ways I hung up one cape or another. I don't see why Viktoria didn't understand that, if you weren't an underground society, she thought you weren't helping.
Viktoria scoffed. "You were doing much more there than here. There, you were in the front line, taking out those damn junkies and criminals. Here," She gave a humorless chuckle. "Here, you hide behind a damn computer." I narrowed my eyes at my sister as she walked around the desk till she was right in front of me.
"I used to worship you, Dimitri. Now, all I see is a coward."
Before I could reply Viktoria stormed out of my office. When the door opened I saw a shocked Tasha, clashing in with Viktoria. Viktoria recognized her, pushed her away having her fall to the floor before dashing towards the elevator. I walked out to help her, yet she was already getting up, brushing off her pencil skirt.
"Was that Viktoria?" Tasha asked, looking back at the steel elevator doors. "Wow, she's grown up hasn't she?" I nod as I take her hand and take her to my office.
"She's grown up, in all the wrong ways." I whispered and went back to my office chair. I looked over at Tasha. Tasha was confused as to why Viktoria disliked her. My other family was fond of Tasha, simply because she took me away from the Guardian life. Tasha knew nothing of this, Christian was vaguely aware and Adrian was clueless. It all started when I was a child. My father would sometimes sneak me away, dead at night to go to strange places.
As a child I knew no better, didn't know what it was or what to do. I just listened to my father. He didn't do much to my two older sisters. He didn't want his 'little princesses' in the business. When my mother was pregnant with my sister, everyone thought she was a boy, and my father was happy to have another guardian in the family. When she was born though was something different. My father was livid when the doctor said 'it's a girl'. He wanted another guardian, not a girl.
He still used her, all of his hopes and dreams that built up in my mother's pregnancy didn't go to waste. He fed his youngest daughters to the wolves. Apparently she's still being eaten. I shake my head, trying to rid my thoughts of Viktoria.
I log onto my computer, to only see it's already on. Confused I look at my documents, which is already open and I see my report on Camille's confession was open. Viktoria must have already saw this, if not loaded it into a hard drive or sent it to herself to see later. Why'd she ask me if she already knew?
That should have thrown up red flags, she gave up to easily. If she was adamant about getting that report she would have still been here screaming at me. Smart little girl. I thought as I closed the document. Tasha was sitting across from her, her ice blue eyes looking closely at my face.
If only she knew…
Rose's P.O.V
I was still self-conscious going to Dimitri's tonight. Around six' o'clock yesterday he asked why I didn't come for our little lunch date. I hated lying to him. In some ways I wanted to scream 'I was beating the shit out of some girl, that's why I blew you off'. Not sure how he'd take that, so I settled for a safe lie. He believes it, and told me to meet him tonight at his place.
I was making sure I could go, cleared my schedule which meant I had to cancel my guardian classes. Viktoria had a fit, but I could tell the girl was already pissed. After that…intense conversation I readied myself for the date. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, would be it be some candle lit dinner, movies, or just a heavy make-out session?
I tossed clothes around my closet till I found the perfect dress. It was black with long sleeves. The top half hugged my chest perfectly and a belt placed just below my chest and the skirt was loose and twirled around me when I spun. It came a little below my mid-thigh. Classy yet sexy. I slipped the dress on and put on some moderately high heels along with red lipstick. I fluffed my hair giving it a messy but sexy look. On my way out I almost forgot my necklace Dimitri gave me. I haven't wore it in a while since I didn't want a repeat of what happened the other day, still it was nice to look at. I took it, putting it on before leaving, locking my door of course.
Lissa knew where I was going, I wasn't leaving some place without her knowledge, and if I end up missing (for whatever reason) she'll know the first place to look.
Once I pulled up to Dimitri's comfortable condo I fixed my skirt, brushed off imaginary lint and straightened my hair even in if was already perfect. When Dimitri opened the door I was breathless. The god-like man was dressed in a simple white shirt, a few buttons undone revealing his handsome chest along with dress pants. My underwear instantly became moist that the thought of taking the extra away. Naughty thoughts for a virgin as myself.
"Dimitri." I said, my voice sounding slightly breathless. He smiled and pulled me in closing the door right behind him. He pushed me against the wood and his lips met mine, slowing building up lust with his soft kissed.
"Rose." He said. "Roza, you look beautiful tonight." I smiled when he called me Roza, the name sounded so exotic and beautiful, especially when mixing in with his accent.
"Same for you, handsome." I said and pecked his lips before getting out of his grasp, scared if I stay we'll end up naked by the door. "So what plans do you have, dinner, movie, sex?" I asked looking at him wiggling my eyebrows at the last one. He chuckles. Me and Dimitri's relationship was mostly lustful, some romance and little opening up, which wasn't exactly my mission but I'll take what I get.
He smiled and came up behind me, pressing me gently to his back and rubbing my waist and stomach while leaving butterfly kisses on my neck. "I was thinking of dinner, maybe a movie and if you really, really want…sex." He then releases me and chuckles to let me know he was kidding. Darn shame.
We head to the kitchen where two plates were laid out stacked with food. It looked like a gourmet meal, something at those fancy restaurants only in bigger portions. "I didn't know you could cook Comrade." I told him, my stomach growling at the look of the food, momentarily distracting me from my throbbing core.
"I'm a man of many hidden talents." He said, with double meaning. Dimitri and I ate in light talk, sexual comments and other things. Never getting too deep in anything unless you count embarrassing childhood stories. Trust me, Dimitri may look cool and collected but he sure was a clumsy little thing when he was a child. I carefully avoided questions about my childhood, nothing really embarrassing when I was a child, only scarring memories. When I couldn't avoid I turned something that was actually a tragic tale and spun it into something no so bad.
When we were done he took the dishes away, leaving me alone at the table. I causally sipped my wine wishing it was something stronger – like vodka. I sat in on the table before taking off my heels which were murdering my feet. I walked into the living room, admiring that he added more…personality to the bland place since the last time I was here. The white walls now had some art work hung on them, adding color. Maybe some paint will do good as well, I would suggest that to Dimitri but I didn't want to seem like that type of girlfriend.
I walked over to the large windows that overlooked New-York city, the city buzzed beneath me on the street below. Cars zoomed by while billboards lite up with advertisements. The stars were hidden with all the commotion going on below. I sighed, desiring a city less busy and more…nature like. Like Montana.
I closed the curtains, paranoid that maybe Tasha sent a spy. That's another thing I had to ask Dimitri about, not to forget the tattoo's on his neck. At times it seemed as if Dimitri's hiding more stuff than me. I'm positive it's nothing; Dimitri's my perfect man, where would I be if things happened to reverse? I moved onto his bedroom where he had a fluffy rug next to his large king sized bed.
His room was neat and tidy and a little bland. The bed was grey with black strips, simple. The two night stands beside the bed were dark wood with lamps on each. Two open windows were to the left, the wind blowing in causing the white curtains to flow in the wind. I could easily hear the street noise from below, from people talking to cars honking.
I steered away from the window and sat on his bed. The bed looked stiff with his bland décor, but was actually quite comfortable. I bounced a little and ran my fingers over the sheets and pillows. I lie down on the pillow and immediately smelt Dimitri's scent. I snuggled up the pillows and buried my body in the comfort.
"Comfortable?" I heard a voice ask; I quickly sit up and see Dimitri with an amused expression on his face. Dimitri glided over to the bed and sat beside me.
"Very much." I said and scooted closer to him that our arms brushed against each other. He looked at me through lustful eyes. I smiled seductively and leaned into his kiss him, which resulted in a very, very long kiss. Breathing not even affecting me as I grabbed onto his hair and he my dress as he pushed me down deeper in the bed. The fluffy covers surrounding us. His hair felt like silk through my fingers, it was so soft. My hands traveled down and it was almost as if I could feel their ink burning on to my fingers. I knew it was ridiculous, I couldn't actual feel a tattoo but it was like my brain was reminding me of them. I broke the kiss, breathing heavily.
"Where did you get those tattoos?" I asked him. He gave me a puzzled look and something else in his eyes, like panic. "The ones behind your neck, I've seen them once and I was curious." I said to sound merely like a noisy girlfriend. Of course in the middle of a hot make-out session isn't the place.
He was silent for a moment and then the thought that I just crossed a boundary and he was kicking me out. He regained composure seconds later. "Those are nothing, just something I got done in college." He said and his lips met mine before I could respond. I was lost in his lips and soon any thoughts of guardians and tattoo's escaped my mind.
His tongue slipped past my open lips and danced with my tongue, gracefully twirling with each other in a mix of romance and lust. I hooked my leg over Dimitri's back, pulling him closer to me and felt presser on my lower stomach. Apparently someone wanted to play.
Dimitri broke the kiss to only latch onto my neck, leaving wet hard kisses down a trail. I tangle my fingers through his hair again and arch my back, him slipping his arm below me and hold to me him. Dimitri's kissed just below my chin, sucking and biting, sure to leave a mark that I'm his. I moan as he travels lower till he gets to the neckline of my dress.
"This dress is beautiful, but it must come off." Dimitri whispered in my ear, his voice full of lust making his accent more obvious. His hand traveled to the hem of my dress, I thought he was gonna pull it off, only his hand slipped under. He grabbed onto my upper thigh and massaged it. I moaned and bent my legs and spread them, giving Dimitri better access. Dimitri's hand moved from my thigh to my panties, playing with the hem of the lacy fabric. I wonder if he could feel how wet I was.
His hand moved from the hem, down to my core and massaged me through the fabric. "Oh god," I moaned as his fingers dug deep in the fabric, caressing my folds.
"Feel good?" Dimitri asked and all I was capable of doing was nodding enthusiastically. He smiled smugly before pushing the annoying fabric away and slipping his long talented fingers inside me. The invasion was slightly painful, but Dimitri stretched me out by spreading his fingers, curling them and adding more. I spread my legs more; Dimitri crawled in the middle and pumped harder, adding more fingers and then his whole fist. I put my hand over Dimitri's pants, rubbing his erection through his pants.
"So…tight. Have you've done this before?" He asked breathlessly as he was pretty much punching my pussy. I shake my head and it dawns on me that this will be the first time I'd had sex, or at the very least went this far. Dimitri doesn't say anything to my confession, just continues his amazing torture. I manage to unzip his pants, letting them drop to his knees and seeing his beautiful erection come out, I took off his underwear as well. Just as I was about to treat Dimitri, his fingers hit a beautiful spot inside me.
The moans coming from my mouth didn't even sound nearly human, it was just so pleasurable. I could hear the wet sound of Dimitri's fist going in and out, smothered with my liquids. I arch my back and my fingers dig into the sheets of the bed as I come up and down from my high.
I feel Dimitri's hand slip out of me, coming into my view. "Taste." Dimitri said and I couldn't resist the temptation to taste myself, especially when severed on Dimitri's platter. I sit up and stick my tongue out and taste, my tongue sliding along his finger. My tongue swirls around his finger, tasting me as well as giving him a sneak preview of what'll happen later. I release his finger with a pop and look into his hooded eyes.
I sit up on my knees and give Dimitri a passionate kiss. "I'm new at this, so bear with me." I whispered before taking off his shirt. He was almost completely naked, save for the pants at his knees. I kissed down his perfectly sculptured chest till I got to the grand prize.
His large penis popped out at me, it was only the second time I'd ever seen a cock like his, or one at all. It was beautiful and strong and not to mention and very nice size, long and thick. I grabbed onto it with my hands and pumped it, automatically causing Dimitri to moan.
Never have I ever thought I'll be getting a blow job, and I wanted to do it right. I kept pumping till I was satisfied and licked down the shaft, not yet taking it in my mouth. He tasted salty and something else that only could be described as Dimitri. I hesitated slightly before taking his full cock in my mouth. I swallow and take as much of it in my mouth as possible, I gag and that's when I stop. I then suck around, tracing my teeth against him and using my tongue massaging his cock. He rocks his body against me, literally fucking my mouth. Soon enough I taste pre cum and take his cock out and let him spill into my mouth and having him watch.
Little spurts of white crème come out of him and falling to into my open mouth. I was happily surprised when he turned out to taste a little sweet. I smiled as I swallowed all he gave me; I wiped my mouth and got up again, this time pulling off my dress - feeling much more confident about this. It took only a few minutes for Dimitri to get hard again, which seeing me only in my underwear and bra.
I lay down as he climbs on top of me. "I still can't believe you're pure, something this…beautiful hasn't been with another man," He said as he kissed down my neck, his fingers unhooking my bra. He threw it somewhere in the room and licked down on my nipple, while taking off my panties, leaving me completely naked and into his view. For some reason I couldn't have felt more comfortable with him, I haven't been in someone's full view before and I'm glad my first time was with Dimitri.
"I'm yours now," I said as I grabbed his hair. "Now take me." I said and it only a second for his pants to come all the way off, just as he was readying to come inside me, he stopped.
"I'm guessing you're not on the pill, right?" He asked. I bit my lip and shake my head. He pulls back but I'm not having it.
"I'll get the morning after pills tomorrow, deal?" I asked. He nods and kisses me, all worries disappearing. I could feel him position himself again, and my heart races. Just as I was in the middle of wondering what it was like to be a non-virgin when he plunges himself into me. He didn't take it slow and draw it out. Pain shot through my body and it took everything in me not to scream out in pain. It hurt, so much. Even with Dimitri and I's foreplay it still hurt like a bitch.
I felt wetness on my face and it took me a few moments to know that I was crying. Dimitri lightly kissed my lips. "Want me to stop?" He asked. I shook my head, only thing worse than Dimitri continuing would be him stopping. He continued, going slower. Pulling in and out, causing a painful pleasure.
Keeping a steady pace, Dimitri rocked his hips and after the pain resided I met his, causing unimaginable pleasure to almost to replace the pain. I moan and grip at his back. He must have seen my willingness because he goes faster, harder and it only increases the pleasure. My nails rack down Dimitri's back, trying to find something to grip on.
He fills me completely and I feel every inch of him, everything great. Soon enough I feel coil in my stomach tighten and I know I'm close. I stiffen below him as an orgasm takes over my body, leaving me in complete bliss. I feel him flood inside me and now he's released as well. He slumps down beside me and drapes his arm on my waist. Instead of our moans, our heavy breathing filled the air.
"That didn't hurt as much as I thought it would." I said to no one in particular. I looked beside me to see Dimitri has fallen asleep after our activities. I smile and crawl over to him, putting his head on my chest and letting him rest there. As Dimitri was on my I couldn't help but catch glimpse of his neck, the tattoos. My finger traces the star like tattoo's that I've missed before with his hair hiding it.
"Dimitri, have you any idea what a horrible liar you are?"
Camille P.O.V
Drugs were good.
Now I wasn't talking about crack or ecstasy, even thought they were equally as good. I'm talking of the magical drug: pain medication.
I almost wanted to laugh at the I-V bag dripping into the tub connected into my wrist. Sweet, sweet, relief. My eyes were droopy and my movements were sluggish. I didn't have much need for movement anyways. I let my arm drop from the steel pole and fall lamely at my side. As it crossed my vision, I wanted to flinch at the sight of the bruises on my arm. At least my right arm wasn't broken, unlike its left counterpart. I simply groaned, the nurse that was currently refilling my groan of annoyance as one of pain.
"I'm fine, you can leave now. I want to be alone." I told her, brushing away her concern. Currently the nurses were the only ones who showed any concern, I had no visitors. Not even Carly, that blond bimbo must be clueless now that I'm not around. I can only imagine the rumors that bitch told about me. I hate her. I wanted to scream and thrash around; acting like a child to get the anger that was built up inside of me out. I wanted her dead – no, needed her dead.
No greater joy could have been given for me to see her life bleeding out of her pathetic body. Of course, all because of me. I believe my attacks were too indirect. Maybe I just had to put the hammer down, kill her. Simple. Yet what would Mazur think? I always looked up to Abe, every royal did. I wanted nothing more than to make him like me, give me praise.
Yet would killing his daughter warrant his praise? Doubt it, I needed a reason and the reason has to be more than just 'she killed my best friend'. That would put me on the executioner block for sure. I could always make up a lie, yet I'm a face in a sea of people and she's his daughter! I need proof. She killed Natalie for a reason; maybe that reason was to keep something secret.
I sighed in bliss as the new round of medication took over my body.
I woke from my sleeping bliss to see a blurry face leaning over my body. I was to ditzy to be frightened, so I only gave the person a lazy smile before drifting off again, only to be awakened by her person sinking it's nails into my upper arm of my right arm. "Wake up, Camille."
The voice sounded annoyed, but familiar. I groan again, a warning to back the fuck off. All I wanted to do was sleep through my recovery. Waking up from a coma to see a sea of bruises over your body put me in a mild shock so better sleep and let the bruises recover, save myself some sanity. "Wake up, Camille! It's important and you've been asleep for around…three minutes before I got here! That's like forever!" The voice was whiny and then I knew who it was – Carly. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to shove my pillow down her throat, but that'll cause me discomfort because I loved the fluffiness.
"What is so damn important, Carly?" I asked, my voice sounding dry and groggy from sleep. As if Carly could read my mind she picked up the water on the bedside table and held it to my lips. I took it from her and drank it greedily. The water flowed down my throat easily and quickly brought me relief.
"I found something that might help us." Carly said and dug into her designer bag. She pulled out a small book; it was pink with a small heart in the center. Natalie's diary.
"Where did you find it?" I asked as I took it from her grip in my good arm. Settling the small book in my lap, I unhooked the lock and opened it. The first words were a warning. 'Don't you dare flip this page!' it said that was scribbled in Natalie's scribbling in pink pen. So girly, yet so Natalie.
Flipping the pages I smiled and held in the tears as I skimmed over the pages. I skipped to the end, where it start to talk about Rose.
A Cheshire smile crept on my lips as the plan worked in my head. The secrets Natalie spilled in her diary, the juicy deadly secrets from Natalie's mind, to ours.
"We won't need to kill, Rose." I said and looked up into the anxious blue eyes that were at the foot of my bed. "Her father will do that for us."
A/N – Sorry for the late update, but it's eleven pages! I think a few reviews are in order…