Hey! Sorry for the delayed UD. I was working things out with my new amazing beta; Alkerr!
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So, my beautiful readers, here is chapter 21!
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Previously...
"And that's why Rose must move school...immediately." My dad said; shocking us all.
Those few words caused a complete uproar to irrupt amongst the small group I call my friends. They shouted complaints at my calm father; demanding him to re-think his decision. I slumped in my sitting position, wallowing in self-pity as I sulked over the inevitable. Moving schools was no stranger to me, and each time it was extremely hard, but attending this school, I found myself becoming closer to this particular group; which was something I never let happen.
I could tell that my mother had obviously had enough of the loud voices, through her flushed and angry-looking face. Her hand flew up in a sharp movement causing the room to automatically fall silent. I lifted my head from the palm of my hands as turned to face her.
"This is our final decision; there will be no more discussion on the topic." She exclaimed in a tone that indicated she was completely serious.
I turned my head as I glanced longingly at Dimitri. He was the first guy since Mason that I felt true feelings towards. I really did care about Dimitri and I didn't want to leave him or the academy—especially due to the fact that I had finally found a true best friend! Lissa was amazing, as were all my other friends- Mia and I were becoming closer, and it sucked that I had made all these new, great people, and was forced against my will to leave them—my life sucked!
I stood from the bed and walked the few steps to the front door of Lissa's room, only to be stopped by a strangely angelic voice. I twirled around quickly, causing my hair to flick swiftly onto my left shoulder.
"Rose! Where are you going?" Lissa asked; her voice laced thick with confusion. Her eyebrows angled towards her nose and the tips of her lips dipped down into an abashed frown.
"What do you think? I'm going to pack." I said simply - knowing my dad, I would have to leave in the morning. I didn't want to get up because not only would I have to leave, but I because I didn't want to get up... because, well … I just didn't want to get up! I'm not a morning person.
I turned back around to face the wooden door, gripping its black handle as I pulled. I walked out, without a single look back; if I did, I knew I would have begged my father to let me stay—but I couldn't do that. Not when my friends' lives were in danger, I refused to be so selfish.
(DPOV)
I watched Rose leave the room, and it seemed as though it happened in slow motion. I knew she wasn't leaving just yet, but I felt pain tug at my heart anyway.
"Mr Mazur," I decided to pull out the big guns, "I love your daughter! Rose is the first woman I have ever loved and I want her to hold my heart. But with this slight difficulty, it might be quite impossible. I beg you, let Rose stay!" I stood in front of him, basically looming over his smaller form. I probably should have told Rose this first, but I would do anything—anything, just to have her love me back. If she left, I would never know.
"What are you saying, Belikov?" I flinched, regretting the fact that I had never told Abe my first name; I tried my best to ignore his harsh tone. He rose which caused our gazes to line as we faced each other; I was still a few centimetres taller but his eyes could make any man cower. But Not me. Not when my heart controlled my head.
"My feelings have been growing since she first came to this school, and then after that night when Rose died," I purposely chose those words for affect and it obviously worked because he flinched, "I finally realised as she lay there, not breathing, that I loved her. I loved her sarcastic nature, her compassion, the way her hair sways in the wind. I love her!" The last three words came out fiercely and my only regret was that Rose wasn't here to hear my short speech.
"She can't leave me." I hung my head and sniffles sounded from behind me as I turned to see Lissa dabbing her eyes with a pale, pink tissue. Christian's arm was lazily placed over her shoulders and his lips curled up into knowing smirk.
Mia was grin closely resembled to the Cheshire cat; her pearly white teeth staring at me while Eddie just stood straight ahead. After short observation, I realised that he was looking over my shoulder. I blinked in understanding before slowly turning around to see that Rose's mother Janine had risen from her seat. Her face was red and her eyes glared, causing me to flinch a little before I quickly put my face back into a neutral expression. I recalled Rose calling it a 'guardian mask' or something like that.
"So, Dimitri Belikov … the guy that is dating Melda Fiscott—," I went to correct her, but hastily closed my mouth when I saw her expression, "—has now 'fallen in love—'" She used two fingers to indicate quotation marks around fallen in love and I found this gesture quite offensive, " –with my daughter, who is sworn enemies with Melda's brother, Emel?"
I nodded hesitantly before I took a slight step back, giving me a better chance to run if I had to.
Janine's visage changed from the expression of one who was about to explode, to a sweet , caring face in about half a second as a smile cracked across her lips. Her demeanour seemed to light up as her eyes shone and I could see where Rose got her award winning smile from.
Next thing I knew, I was being pulled into a hug by a pair of thin, yet incredibly strong, arms. Janine pulled me tight against her chest and I awkwardly patted her back and I assumed that she must be on her period, or something.
"Oh, I'm so happy for you! I've always wanted the best for my daughter, so you better be good to her! You don't want to know what I'll do to you if she gets hurt by you." She said; pulling away as she pointed her index finger at me. It pointed exactly between my eyes, and at the tip of my nose causing me to become cross-eyed as I tried to look at it. I didn't even know I could do that!
"I'll never hurt her, I swear!" I declared. I heard a pad of footsteps and suddenly I was once again engulfed by a pair of arms, although these ones weren't nearly as strong as Janine's. I realised it was Lissa as I turned in her in my embrace, finding that my vision was covered in strands of blonde hair. It smelt like vanilla and it was soft against my skin but, not surprisingly, it wasn't nearly as soft and intoxicating as beautiful Rose's locks.
"You won't have the chance to hurt her, because Rose is still leaving in the morning!" WHAT! She's leaving tomorrow? I closed my eyes as the thought that I might never see her again, welled in my heart and mind. My heartbeat increased in sped as I opened my eyes, to see two green ones giving me an emphatic glance, the pupils framed with unshed tears.
"But Mr Mazur—" Eddie started, coming to stand by me, when he was cut off by Abe.
"I will not have children involved with family matters, and that is final!" He announced before pulling his wife with him out the door.
(RPOV)
I slammed my bedroom door shut, trying to release the anger that boiled within me— the picture hangers on my wall jiggled and the 'slamming' noise rang through my ears. I had the strong urge to scream, causing me to jump onto my bed, bend my knees as I placed the pillow over my face, covering my mouth as I did just that. I screamed. The pillow muffled the screeches, but it didn't do anything to hold back my tears. My shoulders started shaking violently and I unconsciously started wailing, doing nothing as I let the tears just kept falling, repeating 'don't do this to yourself' harshly over and over again in my mind.
I was just creating pain and it was my own fucking fault for letting myself get so close to the gang, know what the result would inevitably be; heart break. And Dimitri...Oh Dimitri. Why? Why did I give my heart to that man? I cared for him with my entire being and I felt as though I may even have loved him! With his perfect fucking hair and his gorgeous fucking eyes!
Cue another scream.
Sitting up, I placed the pillow to my right, letting it fall off the side of the bed. Sadness washed through me like a tidal wave, as I turn my head to look out the window—still sitting on the bed—l only to find that it was covered by a grey curtain. I stood up and padded to the window, tearing the curtain to the aside, wincing as it made a sharp noise that sounded a bit like nails scraping a blackboard.
I shoved the window open, letting the cool air whisk into the stale room, causing my hair to fly back away from my face, ignoring the lone strand that stuck in one of my tears. I brushed it away, feeling the salty liquid that gushed from my eyes, soak my fingers.
A bird chirped from the other side of campus. I studied the scurrying students of all ages, trying to get to the library as they hopelessly attempted to squeeze in homework before curfew.
I turned around as I heard a knock radiate from my door, deciding whether or not to answer it. I rushed into the bathroom and splashed water on my face, glancing at my reflection in the mirror as beads of water trickled down my face. I looked decent, but my eyes were puffy and I kept sniffling.
I took a few apprehensive steps towards the front door, taking a deep breath as I opened it. Suddenly, I was whisked from my feet and gripped tightly to someone's chest, feeling their tight muscles flex as they continuously spun me in circles, causing my heart fluttered.
As he set me down, Adrian took a seat on my puny desk chair, which was situated next to my bed.
"How are you little Dhampir? ... This must be tough." I sighed, not really in the mood to reply with a sarcastic remark. He ran a hand through his dark hair and I couldn't help but notice how soft and smooth it looked. I moved to sit on my bed, placing my hands heavily onto my knees.
We sat in silence until he stood and moved to kneel in front of me, taking my hands in his as he placed each palm to the side of my cheeks. He my head down until I was in line with his eyes and I immediately looked into them. Their extraordinary green colour made my heart flutter for a second time and they continuously did so as his eyes stared into mine, and it was all I could think about.
I blinked and he used his right hand, which was still on my cheek, to stroke my hairline. He tucked a strand of stray hair behind my ear as he started to lean forward. We were millimetres apart, our lips caressing the air between them. I felt something tingle inside of me, and suddenly, it exploded inside of me as I pushed him away, standing up. He obviously wasn't expecting the push as he stumbled, falling to the floor that sounded with a thud.
"I can't Adrian… I don't have those feelings for you, I'm sorry." I said; sitting back down onto my bed, except this time, I pulled my knees up against my chest. My breathing was heavy as my brain went through what could've happened – Dimitri would've been heart broken... well, at least I think he would have. I hope he would have because that would have meant that he still had feelings for me...
"I understand. It hurts but I understand little dhampir. If you ever need anything, I'll be right here." He spoke sadly. I looked up from my finger nails to once again glance into his green orbs. There was sadness there, but there was something else. A twinkle? A twinkle of happiness? Excitement?
I thanked him and he pulled me in for a hug. I gripped his shoulders tightly, feeling the need for comfort.
"I better be going then." He said gently, his voice filled with concern and he sounded slightly strained. I nodded curtly before giving his hand a squeeze.
He closed the door on his way out, leaving me there to pack. I leaned back so that my spine was pressed against the mattress, and my legs were tangling over the edge of the bed. I groaned and heaved myself up, using all my self-control to regain any composure that I had lost.
Trudging towards the bathroom and opening the door, I stuffed my face into the sink, soaking it with water. With my eyes squeezed shut, I stumbled to find a towel. I searched for a while before I stepped on something soft...MY TOWEL! Placing my hand on the cold tiled floor, I moved around until I felt my towel, my fingers immediately clamped around the fluffy softness.
I pulled it up towards my face, dabbing it over the wet spots of my skin— the fabric was soft and comforting.
After I was satisfyingly dry, I pulled the towel away from my face and placed it on the drying rack before turning around to look at my reflection in the mirror.
Fear curled in my stomach and a scream irrupted violently from my lips, because there on the mirror, was a text…
Written in blood.
Uh Ohhhh! What happened!
Adrian's a sneaky little bugger isn't he!
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