Hey y'all! Here's chapter eleven, I know that chapter ten was more of a filler chapter, but I felt like it deserved to have its own page. Here's chapter eleven, and thanks to everyone who reviewed, and I will try to fit in a place for Rose and Ivan to get into an argument soon!
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Enjoy!
Chapter 11
The bounce in her step had gone away, and the worst part is that I don't think she's even realized the effects that bringing Ivan back has had on her.
Rose POV
"I am never going on a train again," I muttered. It was midnight vampire schedule, and I hadn't gotten any sleep on the train. Every time I felt like I was finally beginning to drift asleep, the train would jerk forward a bit, and I'd be wide-awake again.
Dimitri just chuckled at me. Jerk, I thought.
"We're almost there. You can take a nap when we get there and get all of this shit set up." Pandora said yawning. We decided to take a bus that would drop us off near the campsite because nobody wanted to walk forty miles to get there, much to Pandora's dismay. The driver was an old man in his fifty or sixty's with a blue tee shirt on and a fleece jacket over it. He wore a worn out pair of blue jeans and brown hiking boots. He had a kind smile and his dark skin was rough from years of hard work. Apparently he used to be a farmer until the work got too much for him, so he started driving a tourist bus. I don't get it but whatever. He had brown eyes that shown sadness, loss, and pain, but that immediately disappeared the moment he saw Pandora. Apparently he and her mom are good friends and so they talked for a few minutes before we started moving. The only other people who were on the bus were a young woman with hazel eyes, slightly tanned skin and long dark blonde hair that was pulled into a messy ponytail. She wore a pink and dark blue plaid button up shirt and faded jeans (everyone here seems to be wearing them, it's a bit strange). She had brown boots on and on each side of her were two small boys, both asleep on her shoulder, and her arm was draped protectively around each one. They both had short, light brown hair and the same tanned skin, just a little bit lighter than their mothers. When we walked past them, she gave us a warm smile then turned too make sure that the noise hadn't woken her two sons up. I couldn't help but feel jealous of her when I saw Dimitri looking over in their direction. His guardian mask was on but his eyes held longing and sadness. I knew he wasn't looking at the woman; he was looking at the boys who were asleep on their mother. I wasn't jealous of her necessarily, I was jealous because she had what I couldn't give Dimitri. She had a family of her own. It hurt me that I couldn't give that to him. I gave his hand a small squeeze and he looked at me, squeezing my hand in return. I laid my head down on his chest and took a deep breath, breathing his scent in. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer, and kissed the top of my head.
"Go to sleep Roza", he whispered, and kissed the top of my head once more. I took one last breath and closed my eyes, finally drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
Yeva POV (five weeks earlier)
I woke up, surprised at what I had just seen. They were in a hospital, she was sitting up and he was standing next to her. They were looking down, smiling at the baby wrapped in a blue blanket, who looked identical to his father.
I got up and grabbed a paper and a pencil and wrote a letter to my only grandson. He would be ecstatic.
So? What do you all think? I'm pretty sure we all know who Yeva's dream was about but just pretend like you have no idea. And if you don't, then that's great, it means that this chapter was a success (I think?) I know it was short but to bad, so sad. Deal with it. I will try to update soon but until then, please rate and review!