So just a warning for all my Dimitri and Rose lovers out there. YES this story is about Dimitri and Rose, but Rose has a lot of growing up to do before then. So if you love Dimitri and Rose as much as I do, this chapter will not be your favorite, but hang in there! I promise Rose and Dimitri will get their happy ever after.

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DRINK

One Shot.

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Two Shot.

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Three Shot.

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Four! I took those bottles to the head and then had one fucking more!

I giggled lamely to myself as I rearranged the lyrics in the song to fit my current situation. Too bad the song didn't include a sixth shot, because the last Jack Daniels was so lonely. I couldn't leave him by himself, so I drank him A cappella.

So, two hours, six shots, and multiple fruit drinks later, the jet had landed in the most boring place on earth, Missoula, Montana, to drop off a very tipsy, boarder line drunken, Hathaway. I was the last one to exit the plane, walking as slowly as drunkenly possible. Anything to delay going inside the Academy.

"Rose!" Lissa shouted, impatiently tapping her foot.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I shouted back. "Who has my shit?" I asked when I was finally out.

"Their bringing your bags into the guardian building and up to your room. Now we get to go talk to Guardian Petrov, I'm sure she's missed you." Lissa smiled at me, but I only frowned. I began to follow her but when my pace didn't please her she took my arm to force me to speed up. Halfway through the academy I recognized the way she was walking, straight through the dining hall. Being tipsy didn't equal stupidity, I may have been gone for four years but I spent my whole life here I knew the ins and outs of this place. Instead of protesting, not wanting to give Lissa the satisfaction of getting under my skin, I yanked my arm out of her grasp and walked, maybe even stumbled, ahead.

I heard her sigh but she didn't vocalize anything else. The clicking of my heels caused everyone enjoying their breakfast to stop and stare, including the guardians, through all the murmurs wondering, who I could be; I never looked their way. I just marched straight through, to hall where the offices were kept.

"Um... Rose? We aren't going that way," Lissa told me pointing to the faculties' smaller dining hall. Now this I paled at. "Alberta is eating breakfast with The Headmistress so I told her we would meet in here; I mean you have to be hungry, right?" Lissa added sweetly. I slowly nodded my head but in reality, alcohol combined with seeing the people behind this door, made my stomach twist and turn. If I were to add any morsel of food, I may be inclined to throw it all up. Without any hesitation, she opened the double doors and walked to the table, that of course had to be all the way in the back.

As I walked by, I saw a lot of my old teachers and guardians from my time here at the academy. I even saw some of my classmates whom apparently decided to become teachers and guardians here. Though no one talked to me, I knew they were all watching from the corner of their eyes. My hazy mind wanted me to flip them all off and give them something to really look at but I somehow restrained myself.

Thankfully he wasn't in the dining hall; at least I had some time before I had to deal with being around him, and his child. Lissa sat down across from Alberta and gestured for me to do so as well, I wrinkled my nose slightly, not in the mood to exchange pleasantries at the moment, but the sight of the food at the table had me rethinking. I guess I was hungrier than I had thought.

"I know you're hungry Rose—."

"Ro"

"So, sit and eat." She continued, ignoring me.

I rolled my eyes and plopped ungracefully next to her, devouring any food within reach. "Well you still have the same appetite as when you left," Alberta laughed slightly watching me eat like a starving child.

"Probably has something to do with the drinks she had on the plane," Lissa commented quietly. Alberta didn't comment but raised her eyebrows at me for an explanation.

"I'm not drunk if that's what you're thinking," I defended. "There wasn't enough alcohol on the plane for that."

It was oddly silent for a few moments before Alberta turned serious and laid down "the rules" I was supposed to follow. Which were standard rules that I already knew the only one I had a problem with was the "no drinking on duty rule."

"But that's like all the time!" I argued standing up from the table.

"Welcome to the real-world Rose, and say goodbye to the mock guardianship you once knew," Kirova interjected with a blank expression.

"Well I don't want to be in your real world! I want to go back to college with my REAL charge and my REAL friends. Doing what I REALLY want, not what I'm being forced to do!" I growled causing people to stare at me.

"Well that's your problem, and this is one you can't run away from so stop whining and learn to deal with what you're dealt. You've been acting like a child for almost four years now and I suggest you grow up fast," she stood up from the table then and handed me a paper that I assumed was my room assignment. "You have now placed yourself on probation. You want to act like a child you will be treated as such. You are not permitted to have any alcoholic substance in your room. As you don't look like you could even take me on in a fight let alone a Strigoi, You'll be resuming your old training sessions." The bitched smiled at me sweetly, like she was giving me a break, I just scowled in return. "Do you understand Miss Hathaway?" She asked snidely placing her hands on the table and leaning forward. I didn't move, speak or even blink. I was furious to the point of immobility. "Miss Hathaway, I asked you a question," Kirova repeated multiple times. It wasn't until she yelled, "Rose!" that I finally snapped. In the fastest motion, I had made in a very long time, I lifted my foot, unclicking the heel, exposing the mini sliver stake hidden within my shoe, and slammed it down on the table between Kirovas' hands. The sharp point of the stake digging into the wood, and the hilt pointing upwards swaying slightly from side to side.

"My name is not Rose," I sneered. "And yes, I can sure as hell understand you."

"Miss Hathaway!" Kirova gasped in shock, anger, and disbelief. Lissa immediately jumped up to explain.

"Guardian Hathaway!" I growled back.

"Headmistress! Rose isn't being herself. She's drunk! Please excuse her behavior," she begged for me.

I laughed out loud, "Oh no, I'm not drunk! But I will be!" I rummaged through my purse and found another bottle of Jack and took a sip. "I'll be going to my room now," I announced not wanting to hear any more of their bullshit. I grabbed my stake from the table, smirking at the nice sized hole that was now permanently dug into the wood, and clicked it back in.

For the second time today chin up high, and sunglasses poised on my face, I walked out like I owned the place. As I came to the doors I made sure to turn back around, "You know what I wouldn't want to break my probation now would I Kirova?" I lifted the bottle to my lips and downed the rest of the Jack it contained, and threw it in the trash. "There! Now I can't store it in my room," I said sarcastically. I began to push the doors open, when I turned around again with a smile on my face, "It's a good thing I'm not on duty, because I think I'm drunk!" I laughed obnoxiously and walked away from the stunned, pissed, shocked, and dumfounded looks of my new coworkers.

I stumbled out of the room and rushed out of the building all together. Sitting on a bench just to the side of the cafeteria, I slide off my shoes setting them beside me. I turned my face upward toward the night sky, taking a deep breath.

"Little Dhampir, you do know sunglasses are of no use during the night time," a voice laughed from beside me. I instantly smiled at the voice, but didn't open my eyes or turn to them at all.

"It's day time where I am," I giggled drunkenly, I really wasn't kidding about being drunk.

"And where exactly would that be?" he asked amused.

"Cali. I'm on the beach soaking up sun, and sipping on a margarita. Actually, I'm anywhere but the nonalcoholic wasteland that is St. Valds." I wrinkled my nose, I was done playing this game, and it was quickly becoming boring for me and reminding me just how depressing this place was.

"Wasteland? Yes. Nonalcoholic? I would have to disagree with you there my friend." That instantly grabbed my attention.

"Are you implying that you're harboring liquids of the alcoholic variety while we're sitting here becoming more and more sober by the minute?" I asked teasingly.

He laughed, "I'm more than implying."

This is why I liked Adrian, not only was he a fabulous drinking buddy, a very hot one I might add, but he was just plain fun and usually upbeat. He was the only one who didn't treat me like shit when I decided not to raise the baby. He treated me like nothing had happened, he was a true friend.

I shoved my feet back in my heels and stood up. "Well since my room is under a very bitchy and watchful eye, I concur that we will have to take this small party back to your place!" I giggled. "And where exactly is that?" I spun in a happy circle gesturing to our surroundings.

Answering my question, he swiftly took my hand and pulled me into the direction of the teachers building. I contained myself as we walked into the building, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to myself, and alert Kirova to my whereabouts. Once we entered the room I busted out in laughter, "A teacher?" I laughed even harder and clutched my stomach.

"Yes, laugh it up Little Dhampir," he shook his head while pouring two drinks. He took a long drink of one and extended the other out to me.

"What could you possibly even teach?"

"Spirit." He answered like I was obtuse for not thinking of that.

I snorted, "I'm sure you have so many students to teach, don't you?"

"Ha ha. You're right, Lissa and I don't have any students, yet. But when we do they'll be very lucky to have us here." He sipped his drink and went to sit on the couch.

Still laughing slightly, I moved back to his liquor cabinet. Grabbing a bottle of tequila, I poured out ten shots.

"I know you are not about to take all those shots Little Dhampir," he eyed me warily.

I sighed, "of course not!" I brought them over to the table and sat down next to him. "We're going to race."

He shrugged his shoulders easily, and then looked at me mischievously, "and what exactly does the winner get?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "The winner gets that satisfaction of winning."

He raised his eyebrows, "well that's not much of an incentive to win."

I just shrugged, "Only losers need an incentive to win."

He narrowed his eyes at me, "I'm not a loser."

I laughed out loud. "Ready?"

"Go!" I shouted giggling. I lifted the first glass to my lips and threw it back and continued at what I thought was a lightning fast movement to the next three shots, but as I picked up shot number five Adrian threw his last shot down and smirked at me.

"Looks like I win, little Dhampir," he grinned. I just pursed my lips. "Aw, don't be such a sore loser," he laughed.

"I'm not a loser, I think you cheated..." I grumbled. He just laughed and jumped up, pumping his fists up and down in victory.

"I'm the winner!" He shouted drunkenly. I rolled my eyes and threw back my last shot. Enjoying the burn as it slid down my throat.

"Say it," he demanded hands still in the air.

I scoffed, "no dice."

"Say it or else," he threatened trying to sound serious, but his eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Or else what?" I taunted eying him up and down. It may be the alcohol talking, but Adrian was suddenly looking very hot.

God, I'm such a horny drunk.

He was on me then. His hands on either side of my face, as his lip pressed to mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I couldn't hold back a small moan. He tasted of cigarettes and tequila, not entirely unpleasant. Or maybe I was too drunk to care. He pulled back slightly his lips only a whisper away from my own. "Say it."

What the fuck was he talking about? I searched my mind thinking of our conversation. He was still on that shit? With a groan, I grabbed his arm and pushed him down onto the couch, moving to straddle him. "Stop talking," I said with an eye roll, trying to figure out the damn buttons on this stupid shirt. My drunken fingers were useless right now. So, without a second thought, I reached for the hemline of my blouse and tore that bitch off.

He laughed a throaty laugh, sitting back on the couch, "Not wasting anytime with buttons, are we?"

I didn't reply.

I moved my lips back to his nibbling at his bottom one asking for entrance. I could feel his excitement from underneath me and couldn't help, but roll my hips. I grinned against his lips at sound of his moans and couldn't resist grinding against him once more.

This time he didn't moan, instead he buried his hands in my hair and moved my head to the side, giving him accesses to my neck. He kissed up my neck sloppily until he reached my ear. "Don't tease me Little Dhampir."

I got up from his lap then and turned my back to him. After kicking off my heels I unzipped my jeans, making sure to bend all the way over to give him a nice view of my ass. With one last shimmy, the jeans were down to my ankles and I took one foot out of it, turning back around to kick them toward him. They hit him in the face, and he quickly smacked it away, I guess not wanting anything to obstruct his view. I mentally shrugged, I couldn't really blame him.

I had to look down at myself then. I was wearing a black bra, a black thong, and a smile.

He stared at me. He literally just stared at me, speechless. His face didn't show it but I could see the lust in his eyes. I felt like prey knowingly strutting my stuff in front of a Predator begging to be pounced on.

I slowly crawled back into his lap, reaching to mess up my hair, like a Victoria's secret runway model. Well a totally drunken Victoria's Secret Runway Model. He licked his lips, and pulled me down onto him, kneading my ass with his hands, as his eyes zeroed in on my tits.

"See something you like?" I asked breathlessly. Knowing damn well how sexy I looked. He nodded and slightly bucked his hips up to meet mine, holding me on him. He let out a sigh, relaxing back again, still staring.

"I'll take that as a Yes," I whispered; as he shook his head regaining his composure. One second I was giggling slightly, and in another his hand was snaking into my hair again and pulling my lips down to meet his. I let out an excited squeal and kissed him back vigorously. His hands groped my ass and pulled me closer allowing me to feel exactly what I did to him. I moaned and grabbed roughly at his shirt ripping it open, letting the buttons fly across the room. As soon as his shirt was open my hands pushed it from his shoulders and explored his chest. He seemed a little more muscular since the last time I had seen him, but not by much, Moroi didn't tend to get too big. I moved away from his mouth and began kissing his neck, loving the deep moans that fell from his lips.

One minute I was sitting in his lap sucking on his neck and the next we were moving and I was trapped between his body and the wall. "I hope you're not teasing me Little Dhampir," Adrian whispered in my ear his voice thick with lust and want. His hand traveled down my stomach and made its way to my heat pushing my thong aside. "I don't like teasing," two of his fingers slid down my wet folds and danced around my entrance but not going in, causing me to whimper. I watched in a lust fueled haze as Adrian slid down to his knees, parting my legs so he could gain better access to the sweet spot between them.

"I'm not," I panted. I wanted him so badly, I thought I had this whole situation under my control, but Adrian completely flipped it on me. I was about to start begging him but in one sharp movement his fingers were inside of my giving me some of the delicious friction I so craved.

I cried out in pleasure, but just as quickly as it started it stopped and I was starting to grow weary of him if he was just going to continue to tease me. "What are you-" I didn't finish because I felt Adrian's' warm wet tongue swipe from the bottom of my lips up to my clit. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his tongue wound tight little circles around my clit.

Fuck me! Literally.

He looked my underwear clad body over with lust. "I think you're overdressed Little Dhampir." It took me all of three seconds to rip my bra from my body and step out of my thong. I knew the faster I got naked the faster he would as well.

I was scrambling to get the last bits of my clothes off, when Adrian started on his. Finally! I helped him tug his pants down, both of us in a rush, he didn't even step out of them when he grabbed my leg, hitching it around his waist and pushed himself into to me. I moaned gripping onto his shoulders for support as he pounded relentlessly into me knocking me back into the wall again and again. I couldn't help the moaning and expletives that left my lips as he fucked me.

Without warning he spun me around and reentered me from behind. I welcomed his dominance, back in California Camden was never like this, he never took control the way Adrian was, and I was enjoying this change of pace. At least something good came from coming back to the Academy.

I could tell he was close to cumming when one; he reached down between my folds and rubbed my clit in circles trying to get me to the edge where he was, and two; his thrusts became faster and he made a point to slam into me with every one.

One-two-three thrusts later and I was gone, my whole body tensed in the all too familiar pleasure of an orgasm and I cried out not able to help myself. I could hear Adrian's labored breathing and knew he soon would be done too. A couple more thrust and he fell apart joining me in the wonderful stage of post-orgasmic bliss.

After he pulled out of me I smiled and turned around giving him a sloppy kiss, he didn't seem to mind returning the kiss in a sloppy one of his own.

"You're the winner," I relented, leaning against the wall tiredly.

He smirked. "I think it's time for a nap," he called out throwing something away. A condom? Hmm... How unobservant of me, I hadn't even noticed him putting one on.

"I think your right!" I told him putting my underwear back on, then stepped back into my jeans.

"Little Dhampir, after what we did you don't have to put on clothes to take a nap with me."

"Oh yeah, you see I have things to attend to," I paused to put my arms in my blouse, "I'll be napping at my own place today." I hooked my bra back on. Then buttoned my shirt but left it untucked and went to shove my feet back into my heels.

"Besides, I don't cuddle," I explained wrinkling my nose at the notion. I only spent a few nights in bed with Cam in California and that was when I was too drunk to go back to my own dorm, but there was no funny business in that tiny bed of his. He knew Ro did not cuddle. "This was fun though, a very nice welcome back, better than anything anyone else has done so far." I grabbed my purse and looked myself over in a mirror hanging on his wall. Adrian just sat on his bed leaning against a mound of pillows stark naked above his covers, wearing nothing but a sexy smirk.

"You're drunk," he told me rather than asking.

"Yes I am! And don't you see that is precisely the point! I have to get all this bullshit done before my buzz wares off," I ran my fingers threw my hair, and waved goodbye.

"I feel so used," Adrian commented and I just shrugged, "but for some reason I could care less," he tucked his arms behind his head and smirked again. "My body is yours! Come over anytime you want to use it," he winked as I opened the front door.

I just laughed, "We'll see," I called back, shutting the door behind me.

I know. I know. I'm horrible.

Please don't kill me now. You haven't even gotten to see Dimitri or his child yet so bare with me.

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