Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Academy, Richelle Mead does.
RPOV:
I was dancing, as was my duty, when I saw Mia walking up to me as if my death had been sealed and she was here to tell me the time, place, and way of execution.
"Hey, chica," I said tiredly, as I climbed down, knowing I needed to. It had been a long day. "What's up?"
Mia swallowed. "Cici, I am so, so sorry!" She blurted out. "I – God, if only I could take your place!" She looked like she was about to cry.
I looked at her with concern. "Mia? What's wrong?" I asked.
She wrung her hands with agitation. "Victor – Victor wants you to take a customer to your room. Your your room, I mean. And, um, he wanted me to tell you..." she trailed off, looking indecisive. The, as if coming to a conclusion, a fierce look of determination entered her face. "You know what? Victor can go screw himself. The rest of his message was lost in my drug addled brain," she finished sarcastically.
"Mia..." I began, worried for her. "I don't want you to get hurt. Just tell me what it is."
She looked at me for a long time. "What was the name of the guy who helped you? You know, the one that you said was really sweet and gorgeous, and also the reason you are still in trouble?" she asked me finally.
I felt a crease form between my brows as I looked at her, puzzled. "Dimitri, why?" I asked, feeling suspicious.
Mia hesitated. "Remember – remember...don't ever trust a man, okay? Just be careful." With that, she walked away, leaving me even more confused.
I puzzled on what she said all the way down to my room. The housing was attached by a hallway to the club, or well, our rooms were attached to the club by a hall; the main part of the house was blocked off by a very large door. I knew Mia would bring him there; it was an unspoken agreement between us. Don't trust men. Of course, I knew that rule. We came up with it a long time ago, when we first met and became friends. And especially after the suicide watch. But why Dimitri? I told her he was a gentleman, from what I saw. But maybe his opinion of me would change when he realized that I was a whore. The thought made me depressed. Then I remembered that day, over a month ago now, when Victor found out the truth. When Dimitri saw me. When I saw him talking to Victor, and a bad feeling appeared in the pit of my stomach. Damn, if only I had something to help me with this...
I sighed as I entered my room and prepared it for my customer. I hated taking them into my room. This was my place, the only place I had in this godforsaken house. I rested on my bed, mentally preparing for this. I could be an actress on Broadway with the way I could fake out everything when I was sober. Before I could get too comfortable, though, there was a knock on the door. I sat up and rearranged my limbs so I sat in a sexy pose. I fixed the black, see-through tank top like gown I had on; it only reached the bottom of my ass, and covered nothing, but it was better than some other things I'd worn. (Pic in A/N)
The adjustments took merely a few seconds, but Mia waited the customary 30 seconds before opening the door. It was an early warning system we had worked out. I knew that as soon as the door opened, she would be gone before the man could even see me. I let out a silent sigh. No help from her.
The door swung open to reveal a person I never expected to see, and Mia's retreating back as she scurried down the hallway back to the club.
My breath caught as the man stepped. His looked around the room cautiously, as if searching for something. He closed the door tightly behind him, then wandered around the room, not saying anything, or even looking at me. Once he had thoroughly examined it, he finally turn to me. It was his turn to catch his breath.
I knew I looked sexy in my lingerie, the top covering nothing except my chest, since there was a built in bra, and all I wore underneath was a black thong. The top clung to me, accenting my curves, and was particularly tight around my chest. Any man would appreciate it.
Usually when a man would stare at me the way Dimitri was now, so hungrily and lustfully, I would feel disgusted and like the whore that I am. But for some reason, under Dimitri's gaze, I felt wanted and sexy. A thrill went down my body, following the path of his eyes.
After what felt like an eternity, Dimitri's eyes finally met mine. The dark brown orbs seemed to stare straight into my heart and soul, as if all the walls and masks I put on and around myself were nonexistent. His eyes widened for some reason, and abruptly he looked away from me, as if remembering something.
"Are there – is there any...devices in here?" he asked carefully, still avoiding my eyes.
I frowned. "No, why would there be? Victor is a lot of things, but even he isn't perverted enough to put cameras and microphones in our rooms," I replied.
Dimitri nodded, and muttered something under his breath, which sounded awfully like, "Mistake number one." But I knew that couldn't be it, so I dismissed it.
I felt kind of awkward in this situation. The last time we had seen each other he had saved me from Jesse. I guess now it was time to pay the debt.
I slipped off the bed and strolled toward him. "So...you're here for a reason, right? Why don't we get on with it?" I said as I stood in front of him.
He looked down at me and seemed to be fighting with himself. He took a deep breath.
"That's not why I'm here...Rose."
I froze. Shit.
"Then why?" I asked in a controlled voice, taking a step back. I felt oddly relieved and disappointed at the same time.
He took another deep breath. "Are you – are you Rosemarie Analise Hathaway?" He suddenly asked.
I looked at him wide eyed. Did that mean – did that mean someone had found me? I didn't dare to hope.
I gave a slight nod. "Yes," I whispered.
Dimitri looked relieved and apprehensive at the same time. He licked his lips, and leaned toward me. "I swear to you, Rose, that I will get you out of here as soon as I can," he breathed into my ear.
I shuddered, feeling his warm breath on my neck. I swallowed, overwhelmed by his presence. Then everything Mia said came crashing down on me, and I jumped back.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice shaking.
He looked startled. "I'm Dimitri," he replied.
The bad feeling came back tenfold. "Who. Are. You," I pronounced each word individually.
"I'm Dimitri Belikov," he said. "I...search for people. Your father employed me."
Belikov, Belikov...something about that name sounded familiar. Then it hit me, and I scrambled to the other side of the room.
"Stay away from me!" I snarled.
Dimitri looked horrified. "Rose!" he exclaimed. "What's wrong?"
"Body guard piece of shit! Your father runs the body guard business, huh? PI my ass. Did Victor put up to this?" I remembered what Mia had said – or refused to say. And I finally understood. Don't trust men.
"No! Rose, you're got it all wrong! Your father had me search for you! He's been looking for you for the last 6 years! The fact that I found you was pure coincidence!" He moved towards me, and I backed away even more.
"Stay back!" I snapped, and he halted in his tracks.
He held his hands up in surrender. "Look, Rose, I don't know why you're afraid, but I'm sorry. I'm not going to hurt you, I swear. Your father employed me to find you, and I found you." He glanced down at his watch. "I have to stay here for about ten more minutes, but I'll come back. Your father will help you."
"I don't have a father," I growled.
Dimitri winced. "You do." He hesitated. "I'll get your mother, then, if it makes you more comfortable."
"You stay the fuck away from my mother!" I glared at him. If looks could kill, he would have died about ten times over by now.
He gave me a long look. "I will get you out of here. I promise."
Out of everything he said, those words hit the hardest. Suddenly, it was like I couldn't control myself. I burst into tears, crumpling to the grounded.
He hesitated, but came towards me slowly, giving me all the time in the world to tell him to stop. But I didn't.
When he reached me, he pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me in comfort.
And for the first time in six years, I felt safe.
For the first time in six years, the arms around me were comforting.
For the first time in six years, no one was grabbing.
For the first time in six years...I was content.
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A/N: Soo...what do you think? Good, bad? How is Dimitri going to get her out? I don't know, you tell me :P Check out the story I co-wrote with author ChelseaJayBayBeh: www . Fanfiction s / 8228125 / 1 / Im_Only_Me_When_Im_With_You
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