A/N: Hey! Probably thought I'd given up on this story, right? To all new readers, welcome aboard! And to those of you returning, thanks for your patience. I will accept the title of the worst story updater ever now.

Unfortunately, I thought I'd have free time to write this semester, but I was sadly mistaken. School kept me entirely too busy, but now that I'm off for the summer, I'm back!

I will continue with Superstitions in here if you guys still want it, but I decided to jump back into Dimitri's head for this one just to get me back into the world of VA.

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Prompt: Hand
Word Count: 675
POV: Dimitri

Target sighted, I stalked forward through the dark alley, hoping to catch this one by surprise. She was just about the right height, nearly 5'6... a bit shorter and skinnier than the real woman I sought, but close enough. Her hair was just about the right length and texture too, but the color was off. Much too light to be her, but it would do for tonight.

I'd never victimize Roza this way, but she was what I ultimately longed for deep down in my soul... if I still had one.

The human standing a few feet away from me would just be dinner for tonight. But like all the victims I preyed on, she had something that reminded me of her.

I longed to sink my fangs into her smooth, tan neck, tasting her sweet blood as I watched her old life slip away from her and her new life take over. She was one of the best fighter's I'd ever known as a Dhampir. I could only imagine what an asset she'd be as one of us.

One of the awakened. I wanted her to feel the power and freedom we could have once we were both the same... both better than we'd ever been before. In this new state I could give her everything my poor Dhampir self never could... we could be royalty together. It could be the answer to all of the problems that plagued us in life. Why hadn't I considered it sooner?

Before my victim could slip back into the side door of the club she was just in, I rushed forward, slipping a hand around her slim wrist. "Where are you going, dear?"

She whipped her head around fast; I'd clearly taken her by surprise, "Back inside to work," she snapped.

She tried to pull her hand away, but I just tightened my grip and looked straight into her hazel colored eyes.

"You're going to let me hold you, and you're not going to make a sound," I whispered to her, never taking my eyes from hers.

A calm look settled over her and she nodded. I spun her around so I couldn't see her face and I could imagine it was my Roza I was drinking from.

I tilted this girl's head, and let my fangs pierce the skin of her neck. She was quickly becoming pale, losing consciousness fast.

As she was going limp in my arms, she began to transform. Her hair grew darker from the roots, like dye was spreading down, her limbs stretched, gained muscle, and she became curvier.

When her life had been completely drained, I let her body drop in front of me and stood frozen in shock. Rose was staring up at me with flat, unblinking eyes. I had just killed Rose, my Roza.

My eyes flew open and I stared at the ceiling in shock. I had never felt such terror in my life. I sat up, needing desperately to shake off the nightmare.

Quietly, I slipped out of bed and walked across our apartment until I reached the brightly lit kitchen I shared with Rose. I took an ice cold water bottle from the refridgerator and placed it on the counter in front of me while I stood in the sun's warm rays, trying to calm myself down.

It had all felt so real.

"What's wrong, Comrade?" I turned around and saw Rose standing in the doorway. She walked forward and reached up, wiping away a tear from my cheek that, until then, I hadn't realized I'd even shed. "Another bad dream?" She asked.

I took her hand in mine, running my thumb over the back of hers, "It felt so real," I paused, taking a deep breath before I could continue, "I killed you, Rose."

If she was surprised, she didn't show it. She just pulled our hands up, placed mine against her chest, and held it there. I could feel the steady beating of her heart under my fingertips.

"You're not him anymore, Dimitri."