¡Hola Amigos! I do not own the Vampire Academy (though I wish I did), merely the plot. The absolutely awesome Richelle Mead owns all the rights. It's just a fanfic... ¡Espero que lo disfrutes!

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'What the Heck?'

I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. I watched as her eyes widened as she watched me in disbelief, hurt clearly visible on her face, and shook her head slowly as if I had slapped her. Knowing her, I very well may have.

I didn't know what the hell I was thinking when I said that. I think it was the heat of the moment. How could she even think I would ever use her? I was furious. But I didn't mean any of it. Not in a million years.

Before I could make any kind of apology, she snapped out of her trance and the emotions on her face changed from hurt to anger. She slowly stepped back from me only to stop after spotting something behind us. I followed the line of her gaze to see Adrian Ivashkov looking as if he'd heard every word.

If I was angry before, I went ballistic then. I hated that guy. He was a rich, spoilt, Moroi. The kind that didn't hesitate a second before using young dhampir girls. The kind like my father. And I despised the fact the Rose seemed to trust him even though they were practically strangers.

To further my annoyance, Roza walked right up to him, took his hand, and said, "Let's go." Just like that. Without even giving me a second glance. To be honest Adrain didn't look exactly comfortable in that awkward situation but that didn't stop the death glare I gave him as they turned and walked away.

Or were about to and would have, I'm sure (this is Roza we're talking about she's not one bite back an insult), if they hadn't bumped into something behind them and fell on me.

I didn't understand what happened. All of a sudden there was a blinding flash of light and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground with something warm and soft on top of me.

"Ow." I heard a voice coming from somewhere near my ear. Nope, not something. It was my Roza lying on top of me.

"Are you alright?" I asked her.

She stiffed on hearing my voice and her head snapped in the direction of mine, with wide eyes. She looked around and it was then that she realized that she was lying on top of me.

"Oh! Um. Uh-yeah. I'm sorry" she stuttered and got up. I turned my head to see that Adrian, Lissa, Christian, and Tasha getting up too.

"Dimka! Are you hurt? Oh my god, I'm sorry! We didn't see you guys there."

"It's alright. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Really, Tasha. No damage done."

"'kay. I'm re-"

"Where the heck are we?" Christian interrupted his aunt, looking around. It was the first time I really looked around and he was right, we weren't in the ski resort anymore. We were in a bedroom. There was a king-sized bed with someone in it in the middle of the room. The figure in the bed seemed suspiciously familiar somehow. When it turned around in sleep on the back, I understood why it was so.

It was Roza. She had on a pair of cotton shorts and an oversized t-shirt which was ridden up to reveal a flat stomach and toned thighs. Her hair was fanning her face and sleeping like that she was looking so gorgeous that my hands were itching to tuck the strands, which were in her face, behind her ears.

And then it hit me. How can Rose be sleeping in front of us when she was standing beside me a moment ago? I looked around to see all five of them, including Rose, staring at the beautiful figure sleeping in the bed.

"What the hell is going on?" Adrian finally voiced the question we all were thinking.

But before anybody could say anything else, someone entered the room. All our heads snapped in the direction of the door.

It was me.

Yeah. I know, it was insane, but I really watched myself enter the room. He was wearing only a pair of cotton capri pants and was reading some papers with a peculiar expression on his face. He, however, didn't even notice six people standing in the room. All our eyes followed his movements as he went and sat down at the edge of the bed. He didn't even take my eyes of those papers for a second.

"Roza," He said as he looked over at the sleeping Rose.

A sleepy "Hmmm." was the only reply he got.

"The report's here."

"bhjhprrt" Roza mumbled something unintelligible.

"Roza," he tried again. "Your medical report is here."

"The heck, Dimitri. You woke me up just to tell methat I have food poisoning?" Roza mumbled as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

God. The sight was so beautiful it took my breath away.

"It's not food poisoning." His voice was barely above a whisper as he said it with some sort of expression of confusion and disbelief.

"You're pregnant, love."