Didn't update yesterday because I was exhausted and I needed more time to finish the chapter sorry. And tomorrow I will not be updating as I'm taking the SAT's saturday so I have to study. :( I know sad.

I did try to make this chapter as long as possible and it came to 1,417 words which is the most I written for this story.

Some of the chapter might be repetition from the past chapters but it's intended to be that way. And I know you guys want Dimitri to come save Rose already but the story is barely getting started so hang on there.. I can assure you that things are going to get worse before they get better. Although, it's going to be big when things happen. Also I have yet to introduce Adrian Ivashkov to the story! My favorite evil creature of the night, asides Dimitri of course. And I can't yet tell you what his role in this story is going to be, but you'll see.

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Also my Beta was not able to send me the corrected version to this, but I will change it later, I just wanted to post it as soon as possible. Ah long A/N . I know sorry.

Chapter 5

Dimitri's POV

"You have reach St. Vladimir's principal, Mrs. Kivora. I'm no able to answer your call at this moment please leave your name, phone number, and question or subject of discussion and I will get back to you as soon as possible." The annoying voice said for the 30th time.

I had been calling St. Vladimir High School for the past two weeks and I had received no answer. I knew it was time to take matters into my own hands and march into the school and demand for an answer as to why I was always sent to the voicemail.

I showered, ate breakfast and drove to St. Vladimir. I really needed this job not just to pay the bills; I had saved enough from my former jobs to live without a job for a bit. And I had received a job at this doctoral office to work as a psychologist; it was only on the weekends though. The pay was very good but the weekends were not enough for me. I wanted to do more. I wanted to get out there already. I was freshly out of college, with a major in Psychology and I had always wanted to be a counselor for high school students. I knew they were the ones going through the most problems and I wanted to help them.

When I arrived at the school I walked to the office and there I was sent to the principal's office, but I was advised to not interrupt. However, I was very impatient; I had waited for two weeks straight that was enough. I knocked on the door and opened it seconds later.

"Sorry to interrupt Mrs. Kivora, I just been calling every day for the position of the counselor and I kept getting sent to the voicemail. I came here to meet in person to talk about it. I'm very qualified for the position. I just need a chance." I stared.

In front of me stood the principal, she was a lady who looked to be around her fifties and in front of her was a young lady.

I was intrigued by her, her body language indicated that she seemed to be afraid of me and looking at her face I had an idea why. It appeared like a coyote had taken a go at him, although she seemed to have made a proper job at hiding it with her make up.

Her eyes spoke legions though. You could see the hurt and pain she had been through; it had to be more than just physical abuse. This young woman appeared to be scar from inside out. My psychologist side took over, and I wanted nothing more than to rush over there and talk to her, ask her what was wrong, if I could help her.

"Oh I'm sorry Mr. —" Mrs. Kivora broke off my thoughts

"Belikov"

"You see Mr. Belikov; our counselor opening was just taken by Miss. Karp."

I was a bit disappointed when I heard her say that because just staring at the young lady in front of me, I wanted to help.

I was about to thanked her and leave when she said something that would change my life forever.

"But you do look very suited to be a P.E. teacher, would you be interested in the position. We're currently in need of one."

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The reason I had taken the job as the P.E was not because I wanted to be a P.E teacher but because I knew that even though I would not be the school's counselor the kids could still come to me and talk. A teacher could always make a change after all.

I was very excited to see that I would see Rosemarie—the young lady—everyday as she was in my 5th period. I had to do something to help her and seeing her every day I was sure to make her open up. I wanted—no I craved—to help her. She seemed like she had been to hell and back, yet she was still standing, that was something that I admired.

However, throughout the whole class the teenager just kept making up stories about how Rose's—the name she preferred—pimp had beaten her up because she forgot to charge one of the man she slept with. Or how someone had tried to kill her because she had killed someone else, and so on went the ridiculous stories, which started to anger me after I saw how much pain Rose was in.

From the outside she could've fooled anyone to think she was alright. She seemed careless and dangerous but in the inside she was just a young lady that had suffered through way too much for her age.

I didn't want to bring myself on to her and ask her what was wrong, I know she would hate that but I had a strategy to help her talk to me. I had overheard her and her friend Christian staying after school to work out and I had a chat with Alberta to take over her after school sessions, which she gladly agree to do so.

The after school sessions with Rose went great, I also was able to find out more about her. I knew she had asked me to teach her self-defense because whoever was doing to her was bound to do it again. I just hoped this time she would let someone help, and for that someone I meant me.

Going home after my day made me feel a bit proud, not because I had gotten a job but because I felt like I could help a troubled young woman, who needed it.

I stopped to shop for groceries at the corner from my apartment and decided that I was going to eat well and cook myself a Traditional Russian dish. Borshch. And drink some wine.

After drinking the whole bottle of wine, I decided it was time to go bed as I had to work tomorrow. And that's when the dreams first started.

I was in an empty room in a cabin and in front of me was a whole dinner set up.

A woman stood next to the window. She had her back to me so I couldn't see her features, but she had a curvy physique and was of average height. She had long dark brown curly hair that reached her mid-back. And the perfect ass.

"I hope you enjoyed your dinner Mr. Belikov, because soon desert would come" That voice was sweet and excited; it was a voice that I had heard before but I couldn't pin point from where.

I took my surroundings once again, and I knew it was my family's cabin, the one I had brought for them so they could stay here when they visited.

Right now we were in the master room. A large bed was in the far left side of the room, the room was decorated just as my mother had it last time she had been here, except the a table had been added and that was where the food rested.

Slowly the woman that stood by the window started to take her clothes off, it was torture for my manhood because it craved to be inside of her, even though I still had no idea who it was.

Her black silky shirt came off.

Then her skinny jeans.

Her bra.

She had a flawless tan complexion. And those curves made me long for her body more than I already was. My cock started twitching, and in a matter of moments was hard as a rock.

Finally, the woman turned around, when she was only in her panties. It was Roza.

She walked towards me and pulled me by my tie towards the bed, where she threw me.

My manhood couldn't wait to be inside of her, making love to her like an animal.

However, I didn't get my fantasy. My scenery took a 360 degree turn and I found myself looking at Rose bleeding in the floor.

Her beautiful brown long hair was disheveled and her body had scars and big purple marks everywhere. Something terrible had happen to her.

I was yelling but no voice was heard and when I tried to move I was paralyzed, it was one of the most helpless moments I had felt in my life.

Seeing Roza there just bleeding to death and me not being to do anything about it, broke me.

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Ah did you guys watch today's Vampire Diaries episode? -_- Total crap at the end! I can't believe it. Sorry totally off topic, I just finished watching and I was disturb by it. The only reason I still watch it, it's because of J. Morgan. Klaus, 3. Okay.

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