"You are. You are my type," he told me with a grin.

~ Chapter 29 – Mason ~

The waitress came back with our food. Thank god – the salt and pepper shakers had started to look appetizing. To my relief, he had ordered me a normal burger. When I bit into I smiled as I realized it was a bacon cheeseburger. I didn't even mind that he had gotten a huge bowl of broccoli on the side. Dimitri knew me so well. He even gave me some of his fish. I wasn't going to try it, but he insisted that I would like it. I have to admit it was pretty good. Not nearly as good as my bacon cheeseburger, but still good.

We ate our food quickly; both excited to get to Dimitri's home. I had only met Dimitri's family briefly, but I was eager to get to know them better. When we were finished, the waitress came back over and cleared our dishes. "Is there anything else I can get you," she asked Dimitri when she came back. I heard the double meaning in her words and wondered if she had meant them that way. Looking at her, I was confident she did. I scowled at her, but she didn't see me. Probably because she was too busy flirting with Dimitri. I wondered if this is what I seemed like when I was falling for Dimitri. I hopde not and I seriously doubted it or everyone would have known about us... then again, everyone did know so maybe I had.

"Actually," I said to her, forcing her to tear her gaze from Dimitri. "My fiancé and I would like dessert." I told her with authority.

Dimitri tried to hold back his laugh, as it was I heard him cough in his hand so he could cover his face. When she handed me a dessert menu, I realized I didn't know any of the desserts. They all were in Russian and the few pictures didn't look like anything I wanted. I shot Dimitri a nervous look. He saved the day and ordered something he promised me I would enjoy.

"I think you're getting a little too much enjoyment out of that b…" I cut myself off, thinking of the baby. Dimitri had been adamant about no cursing in front of the baby. He had yelled a table full of guardians when we went out to dinner the other night. I expected them to brush it off, but he had been frightening enough he got through to them. If he had his way, I probably wouldn't be able to even think of swear words, much less say them out loud.

Dimitri shot me a look that said he knew exactly what I was about to stay. I highly doubted that the baby would be corrupted if I cursed every now and then, but it was hard to argue with Dimitri when he had read pretty much a whole library on a baby's development. "I can't help what she does," he reminded me.

"Yeah... but you could tell her to stop," I muttered. I wasn't entirely sure if that would do anything, but I felt justified in being annoyed about this, so I hardly felt like I needed to be rational.

The waitress came back with our desserts. Warm apple pie with a giant scoop of vanilla ice cream on top and whipped cream. It was heaven. Dimitri had been right, I loved apple pie. "Are you sure you don't want anything else?" The waitress asked Dimitri. Oh it's on bitch.

"No nothing else," he said curtly. She walked off, looking slightly disappointed, and returned with our check. He paid and when we were getting up, he grabbed my hand. I knew it was his way of reassuring me that he had no interest in our waitress, but it wasn't nearly enough for me. I pulled him towards me and kissed him lightly. He grinned at me knowing exactly what I was doing. I couldn't help but smile smugly at the waitress and wave goodbye to her as we walked out the door. My ring glinted in her face as we walked out.

When we stepped outside the restaurant, my smile disappeared. A strange nausea hit me. It wasn't like the nausea I felt when I got sick. This nausea twisted in my stomach, making the hair on my neck stick up. It was sending a tingle down my spine and I shivered. I didn't want to say anything, but suddenly I was so scared that there was something wrong with one of the babies. I looked at Dimitri scared. "Dimitri something's wrong." I couldn't say anything else, because just then the nausea increased. I didn't feel like I was going to throw up or anything, but something definitely didn't feel right.

"Rose what is it?" He asked me concerned.

I just shook my head at him, because I was suddenly fixated on something much more pressing than my nausea. I saw Mason. He was washed-out looking just like all the other times I saw him. I hadn't seen him in months, not since my field experience. He looked even more upset than usual, and he had a look of deep concentration on his face. He was struggling to say something. I couldn't have moved if I wanted to.

Without turning my head, I spoke to Dimitri. "Do you see him?" I asked him. I so desperately wanted Dimitri to see him. I didn't want to be crazy.

"See who?" Dimitri asked me confused. He looked around him, but clearly didn't see anyone or anything out of the ordinary.

"Mason."

"You're seeing him again," Dimitri asked me. He had thought I moved past this and honestly, so had I. It had been such a long time, I began to believe that he had been a stress induced hallucination.

"Could you say that like you don't think I'm insane?" I asked him bitterly. I had all of my focus and attention on Mason.

"What is it?" I asked him annoyed. I wasn't annoyed so much with him as I was with myself. I was so, so scared that I was really insane.

He finally spoke. "They're here."

It took me a split second to understand what he said. "Dimitri, there's Strigoi!" I shouted. That's when someone stepped out right in front of us. I felt a shiver of fear go down my back. I looked around us. We were surrounded.