So, I started writing this in the summer of 1999—haha, just kidding. I wasn't even alive then. Seriously, guys. I'm only 12, and I'll be 13 in a few weeks (March 8th). But my point is, I know I took forever. I just was blanked on what I wanted to do with this story. But in…erm, celebration of me seeing the VA movie and dressing up as our beloved Roza (It's going to be awesome), I'm really making an effort. And by the way, Dimitri turning Strigoi never happened., and we know Abe still. So here you go. Hope you enjoy it, Little Damphirs!~Mermaid12108

Oh! *FacePalm* I almost forgot. Disclaimer. Ugh. Mia, would you mind? No bitchiness, please, if you could.

Mia: Okay. *Grins* Me-wait, that's your name, right?

Me: Yea…

Mia: Got it. Megan does not own Vampire Academy, Richelle Mead does.

Me: Thanks.

Rose

I woke up to the sound of something dripping. Groaning, I put a hand to my head. Ugh. Seriously, Dimitri? Ignoring how my head was bounding like the beat of a techno song, I blinked several times so my vision would become normal. There was a cold wetness on my hand, like a dogs nose rubbing against it. I looked over, seeing what I'd thought was water…being blood. It dripped onto my hand, stirring the puddle of red that'd gathered on my palm. I scurried away from it like a mouse running from a cat, and looked around, trying to listen as best I could. Damphirs had better hearing than humans, but not as good as Moroi, and certainly not as good as Strigoi. I couldn't find any thing except the dripping and crickets chirping. Remembering the dripping, I looked up. I locked both hands over my mouth stifling a scream. A body hung on the rafters, the limbs hanging limply and the eyes rolled back in the head. Blood dripped from the man's open mouth. I patted my pockets down. Cell phone. Wallet. There wasn't a stake. And that was going to be a problem. Because I heard a growl behind me. I slowly turned, fear turning my nerves into icy slush. All red eyes met mine, pretty much glowing in the dark. Strigoi.

o.O.o

Dimitri

I blinked, sitting up. Snow fell freely, dotting the ground, covering the snow already there. But, even without the red, I'd always know what was under there. Blood. I jumped to my feet, looking around frantically for my Roza, my life. Instead I found nothing. No. No no no…how did I let this happen. Then I remembered. Lissa. I looked around for that flash of blond, but I found nothing. I thought of something Rose'd told me a while ago. It was one of those things she'd meant to keep to herself, that she had just blurted out without thinking. Lissa and her 'boyfriend' Christian Ozera sometimes hung out in the church basement. I ran toward the church, my feet sinking into the snow. Halfway there, I felt something buzz in my pocket. My phone. I fished it out, and looked at the glowing screen. Rose It said, above it of my smiling love. I hit answer without hesitation. "Rose? Rose, are you okay?"

Her breathing was fast, as if she was running. "Dimitri! They've got me—oh my god, tell Lissa I'm sorry. And Dimitri…" There was a bang, and her breathing slowed just a bit. "I love you. I always have. I know it's forbidden, but…I just can't not, you know?" Oh, did I ever. "I just want you to know that. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I failed you and Liss, my Mom, Adrian, Abe, everyone. I'm sorry I couldn't…I'm just sorry. I love you. Remember that. Never forget it." Her voice was choked up, and I felt a hard lump in my own throat. But no. I was Dimitri Belikov, I would not cry, and I would not give up. I would find Rose, or die trying. This was Δικό μου λάθος. My fault. "Rose, you listen to me. You are not going to die. We'll get you back."

Her response was barely a whisper. "Goodbye, Comrade."

And then the line went dead.

o.O.o

Rose

My throat tightened, and I forced myself to press the end button. My hands trembled as I shoved the phone into my pocket. No. There was no time for tears. I pulled my hair into a bun— the Strigoi couldn't pull it that way—and made myself walk forward, one foot at a time. I knew I was walking straight into my death, but, really, did it matter? Oddly, Adrian's words came back to me, along with his usual smirk. "Rose is in red, but never in blue. Sharp as a thorn, fights like one too."

And boy was I going to fight. I was going to fight until there was not a drop of blood left in me, because I had so many things to go back to. I felt the weird urge to cry, as if everything was going wrong, and I needed a way to let it out, I just needed to let it out— Oh no. Lissa. No, no. Please Liss don't do it. Come on. You can resist it. I reached for my phone. but then something flew into my back knocking me to the ground. I rolled onto my back, shielding my body with my arms. The Strigoi squeezed my arms, trying to pull them away from my face so he could get to my neck. And then I saw it—my stake, the end sticking out of his pocket. I ripped one of my arms free and reached for the stake. The Strigoi went for my throat, wrenching my head to the side. He also left his chest completely bared. I couldn't do his chest, though. It was to obvious. But…

I shot the stake at his back, plunging it in without hesitation. In defense class, they'd taught us that you could get to a persons heart through their ribcage, if you hit the right spot. As the Strigoi stilled, I knew I'd hit that spot. I pushed him off me, and then set of on step 2 of my plan: Run like hell. What I had not planned for was running like hell into a pack of very hungry looking Strigoi with blood dripping for their mouths. I can only form one thought: oh shit.