Ok, so I'm updatin' again. XD Nothing better to do right now.

Ok, so this isn't exactly one of those rated M parts, but it goes into a bit more detail than normal, so just a warning. =)

I heard the voice before I saw him…."Rosemarie, what are you doing out here all on your lonesome? Where's your boyfriend?" he sneered at me.

I curled up, willing him to go away, knowing full well, though, that he was a Strigoi, I had no weapon, and I was vulnerable. I tried not to let that get to me; for the time being, I would just play it safe. He just kept talking to me, taunting me until I broke.

"Where's the Dragomir girl? Your friend? Did they take her away, as well?" I chanted silently in my head not to lunge for his throat.

But what he said next, chilled me to my core, snapping me. "So, Rosemarie, should I go after your lover instead of that Moroi? He would very well be a great addition to our kind…"

That was the last straw. I jumped up, my fists clenched as I yelled, "Get the hell away from me and the people I love! I don't know why you're terrorizing us, but all I know is that you're a fucking bastard who won't get lost!" My eyes blazed and I swear I saw red.

His expression changed from amused to angry. He backhanded me and sent me flying against the tree. I took in a deep breath, trying to stay strong for Dimitri, knowing he would be looking for me. Besides, I wasn't about to give up; that wasn't like me.

"Son of a bitch," I hissed.

My head pounded, but I got up on shaky legs and threw myself, full force, at the Strigoi. I gasped as I made contact with his fist, slamming me onto the ground. I got back up again and again. I could taste blood in my mouth from being knocked around so much, but ignored it.

I cursed as I tried a roundhouse kick, but ended up falling on the ground once more, my head cracking against the pavement and grass. No, I thought. Dimitri. Stay…Dimitri…

I could feel Promise trying to get into my mind. I hadn't mentioned it, but she wasn't with us. She had chosen to go back with Lissa and all, promising to keep an eye on things. I had told her it was the perfect idea and was fine with it.

I shoved her out of my mind and focused on fighting, though bruised and bloody. I went after him with all my strength that was left, managing to get a few blows before finally being backhanded again and I collapsed on the ground….

Suddenly, I heard a voice yelling furiously in a language I couldn't follow. I did recognize my name and few times, and surprisingly, the Strigoi responded back to Dimitri in the same tongue. Russian. I saw his stake gleaming and he looked….Furious wouldn't even describe him. Dimitri just looked utterly terrifying.

I watched as he and the Strigoi danced around, taking turns trying to land blows on one another. I saw Dimitri wince as he lifted his arm to block a horrible blow that would've been to his face. He grabbed his stake more firmly and struck out again and again, desperately trying to win.

He did succeed, however, to scratch that Strigoi pretty badly, enough where it distracted him. Not enough for him to be killed, though, because he took off in the opposite direction after glaring at Dimitri. He made sure the Strigoi was good and gone before rushing over to where I was crumpled on the ground.

"Rose?" he started.

"Fine, just give me a moment," I gasped out.

He looked immensely relieved to see that I was okay for the time being. Gently, he helped me up. I leaned against his body for support as we carefully made it back to the house.

"Mm, Dimitri. Dimitri, I'm fine," I protested as he lifted me into bed.

He shook his head. "No, you're not."

I didn't argue with him after that, feeling weak and light headed. He handed me some water, but after a sip, I felt like gagging, so I gingerly set it on the table and lay back against the pillows. I felt the bed sink slightly as he sat down, pulling my gently to him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice rumbled in his chest.

I sighed and he took that as a no. I finally turned to him, whispering, "It's getting worse and worse each time. Each time I want to kill something or someone and not think about what I'm doing or who I'm hurting. It's so…black!" I cried at the last part.

I felt his lips in my hair, soothing me as he spoke. "We need to get you back somewhere safe and warded," he murmured.

I didn't bother saying anything because, frankly, I knew we had to go back and face the music sometime soon. I buried my head in his chest, inhaling his scent, taking comfort at his closeness. "Dimitri," I sighed.

He tilted my head up and tenderly pressed his lips to mine, sending shocks of wild fire through my body. From the way he pushed closer to me and kissed me hungrily like he wasn't ready to let me go, I knew he felt the same thing. I wasn't sure how, but I loved him more than ever, the feelings no longer just consuming me. Now, I knew I truly and completely loved him deep inside.

"Mmm," I breathed out as he made his way down from my lips to the top of my chest, one of his hands moved from my hair, pushing my shirt up a bit, teasing me, rubbing the exposed skin there.

My own hands slipped under his shirt, rubbing his chest, running my hands up and down it. He growled at me, obviously not liking my teasing, but I continued it, taking it farther. I removed his jeans, pulling the zipper down and slipping them off of him. I then proceeded to rub the skin just above the elastic of his boxers, before hesitantly slipping my fingers in.

He gave a groan as my fingers made contact with his skin. I pulled my hand back up and swept them over his chest, following with my mouth, taking hold of one of his nipples in my lips, running my tongue over them. "Roza," he breathed out.

I thrust my fingers through his hair as he forcefully brought my lips back to his, kissing me in a way no one should be allowed to see. My leg draped over him and his arm was thrown around my waist. It was time. Slowly, he entered me, obviously trying not to hurt me.

It hurt still, but only a bit, and the pain was replaced with waves of pleasure so intense I let out a breathy groan. His tongue moved to trace my lips and then trail down the length of my throat, his hands removing my last but of clothing.

I moved with him, one at last, loving the way he made me feel. I nipped at his ear and his tongue wrapped around my nipple, one at a time. I hummed with pleasure and straddled his hips, taking control….

"I love you, Roza," he whispered against my hair.

"Love you too" I told him sleepily.

I lay against him, my leg thrown over his hip lazily, his left arm around my waist, his lips in my hair once more. I knew he didn't want to spoil the moment with what he said next, but I knew he had to say it: "We need to leave tomorrow morning, Roza," he murmured softly. "Get some sleep and I'll wake you up when it's time."

I didn't want to sleep, but I turned to curl up as close to him as possible, pressed skin to skin. My eyes dropped and I drifted off …..

So…How was it? I made it longer because I'm nice like that. XD…Huh, believe it or not, but I have nothing more to say. ^.^

SONGS

Freedom-Akon

Collide-Howie Day

Heaven-Bryan Adams

Don't Let Go-Bryan Adams/Sarah McLachlan