Just a small preview on the other stories I am writing in the meantime. First I will finish Professor Hathaway! I have been talking about it for a while so thought it would be nice to know what they are about. This is a chapter of the story called Two-faced, All Human. It will be written in RPOV and DPOV. Important note: it will contain scenes with domestic violence in them! Not all medical procedures will be correct but it is a fanfiction!

I do not own any rights to the vampire academy… They belong to Richelle Mead

Warning this chapter may contain grammar/spelling errors read at your own risk!

My Grammar may not be perfect but hopefully, you will like the story! If you have you nothing nice to say I suggest you read something else! Otherwise, enjoy ;)

Chapter 1 Two-Faced, I Won't Give Up

RPOV

It has been 6 months since he was taken away from me. Finding him almost has become an impossible task. Everyone has given up on him, I am outraged how easily all of them already consider him to be dead. Sitting in the dark corner of the living room I am rubbing my baby bump. It has been torture to go to the doctor every time by myself. This should have been the time to be overjoyed, experiencing everything together with my Comrade. Instead, I am crying every night praying he will come home to us. Not even his former partner Christian is looking for him anymore, doesn't he care?

There is no doubt about who kidnapped him though, Galina, her name alone makes my blood boil. She was his trainer at the police academy, taught him everything she knew or did she? What was supposed to be an undercover mission to expose Victor Dashkov turned into an agent switching sides. Betraying all of her colleagues by stealing the formula of a special drug to build her own empire. Where the compound is you ask? Nobody seems to know cause she dropped off the side of the planet completely. Her lackey Nathan is the one Galina had send to retrieve Dimitri for her.

Turned out she send him letters, photo's all those kinds of things. He never mentioned them or told me anything about it. Didn't he trust me? I read every single one of them each making me sicker than I already am. The night he got taken away I planned on telling him we achieved the impossible. Doctors told us that it wasn't possible, the chances of it ever happening were less than 10%. That is why it took me two months to figure out why I was feeling so off. Just couldn't believe it I was over the moon when the test came back positive. Went all out, buying a cake with a small police badge on there saying ~Daddy's little rookie~ . Especially for Dimitri I had a custom badge made saying his name on the top and in the middle ~World's greatest dad ~.

The knocking on the door surprised me but I figured he had his hands full with groceries. Only when I opened the door it wasn't him but his Captain Alberta Petrov instead. She told me the terrible news, August the 14th will be from now on the darkest day of my life.

Today I am feeling very desperate for any kind of answer or clue. To me it has always been some kind of scam but now she is my last hope. Stepping into the little shop I am greeted by a friendly guy who looks to be around my age. 'Hi, I am Ambrose, How may I help you today?' There is no denying that he is cute with his black curly hair, brown eyes and dazzling smile. But he has nothing on my Dimitri though. 'I am looking for Rhonda.' Scratching my head I wondered if I had the right address. It looks more like a beauty parlor filled with women having their nails painted. Smiling he walks to the back opening a curtain for me to walk through. The whole atmosphere had changed when the smell of scented candles hit my nose. The dim lighting that came from them gave it a bit of an eerie feeling.

Seeing Rhonda sit on the ground with her legs crossed she had to be about forty or forty-five years old. 'Sit down my child, you seek answers only I can give. The shadows are closing in on him.' A lump started to form in my throat making it hard to swallow. 'He is alive!' my voice sounds broken but hopeful. 'The road to saving him is paved with bricks filled with sorrow.' What on earth is that supposed to me? 'Your friends are not wearing their true faces.'

Staring at her dumbfounded I just sat there with my mouth open. Finally able to get the words out, I needed to know what she is talking about. 'What is that supposed to mean?' Shrugging with her shoulders she didn't even look at me. 'That is what the cards are telling me.' Rubbing my temples I needed some fresh air to process this information. Paying her I stood back up 'Don't give up on him' nodding I walked out the store.

With newfound hope I am driving back home. I badly want to share it with Lissa but somehow her last statement was bothering me the most. She wouldn't do that, well she does keep pushing for me to move on. How can she even say that! It has been 6 months not 6 years! Deciding to let it go for now I went to bed hoping to get some sleep. Putting Dimitri's old t-shirt around my pillow the smell of his aftershave right away calmed me down.

The baby is due to be born in a month, nights have become uncomfortable because of the size of my bump. Well, it is to be expected when you are pregnant off a man that is 6.7 feet tall.

Like every other day since the disappearance, I spend my days sitting in the basement listening to his old police scanner. In my head I can already hear him scold me 'You shouldn't walk down such a dangerous staircase, think about the baby!' Every now and then I will get hopeful when I hear the code for a raid. But the name I want to hear the most never pops up. Huffing I hear the doorbell ring, hoisting myself back up it takes me a while to get back up the stairs. Breathing heavy I am almost there hoping the person on the other side is patient. Damn it is getting hard to move around!

Opening the door it reveals my best friend looking chirpy as ever. 'Hi! I brought some donuts' shaking the brown bag 'Nails polish, facials masks and massaging oil. Thought you could use a bit of pampering to take your mind off things.' She means well but I rather eat the donuts and watch a movie with her. Putting up my best fake smile 'That sounds nice!' walking passed the mirror in the hallway I look at my face. The lack of sleep is clearly showing with the massive bags under my eyes. Plopping down on the couch she put a pillow on her lap for me to put my feet on. 'Adrian is stopping by on Wednesday.' Rolling my eyes I finally found out the real reason she is here. 'Good for him! Has he quit smoking yet?' The possibility for that to ever happen is slim to none. 'Rose! Can you at least give him a chance?' snorting I can't believe her 'I am not giving up on Dimitri! Just because you all have doesn't mean I will as well!' Call it hormones or not but my eyes are fuming 'For a fact I know he is still alive!' crossing my arm over my chest I purse my lips.

Sighing she knows I am not going to budge 'Really Rose? How? Did you receive a note? Do you even have any prove of that? Christian says….' Gritting my teeth I stopped listening to her. 'I WENT TO A MEDIUM!' there I said it. Cocking one eyebrow she looks at me like I am the one who is crazy. 'Don't give me that look Liss, I for once believe her!' This time she snorts mocking me. Yes, if you asked me a year ago I definitely would have done the same thing. Call it desperation or not but my opinion has changed. Shaking her head she starts to paint my toenails 'As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me. Adrian is visiting his parents..' My jaw clenches trying to control my anger but I can't do it anymore ' GET. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE!' Her eyes widen at the tone of my voice. 'Excuse me?' taking my feet off her lap I snarl 'You heard me correct, GET. OUT!' Might have been a bit harsh but I couldn't take it anymore. I have been patiently listening to her trying to calm myself before answering her. First, she keeps telling what is good for the baby or not, always criticizing my food choices. Going to the store for me but not getting me what I asked for pissing me off. Yes I know stress isn't good for the baby, I can't eat raw seafood ect... But she took it to a whole new level, she might be working as a nurse but enough is enough. This month has all been about pushing me to go out with Adrian.

That I am angry is an understatement, I am 10 seconds away from slapping my best friend in the face. Hearing the door slam shut I groan feeling bad about my little outburst. I would appreciate it if Lissa could support my choices more than rather forcing me to do things?

To be continued...