So i'm enjoying doing the whole writing thing, it is great fun, but i wouldn't say this is my best writing i've ever done.

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Rose and her friends were on a roll for the next couple of days. Word had it that they killed about 4 more awakened beings. All of them would've been as pathetic as those first victims. Every night, more of my colleagues would come back and report to myself or Galina. Many other strigoi heard of Rose and her team, and decided they didn't want to go into Novosibirsk. Ridiculous. Everyone seemed to think I should be doing something about the unpromised guardians, just because Rose and I had a thing in another life. If they wanted something done, they should do it themselves. I had more important things to worry about.

Like the important business transaction going on. An important business transaction I had to carry out. It involved drugs, human drugs. And blood, moroi and strigoi. The humans paid a good price for it, and we delivered good results, as long as they kept it a secret from the other humans. I don't even think they knew what it was really, Galina had called it charmed blood. I had to deliver it to the humans, and collect the money. This meant only one thing.

Galina trusted me. Trusted me enough that I would get the job done, that I wouldn't kill the humans. It wouldn't be long now, I would introduce myself as someone very important, I would do the job correctly, I would force them to be loyal to me, and then, when the time came to kill Galina, they would remain loyal. It was all working out well. Mostly.

The headaches were getting much worse, or maybe that was wrong. More frequent would be more correct. They appeared every hour, almost without fail, they were annoying, and sometimes, when I was angry about the others trying to get me to do something about the problems in Novosibirsk or imagined ripping Rose's throat out, it would get 10 times wore, like my anger was so great it hurt my head. But I could handle all of that.

I left early on that day, I was due to meet the humans at 1:05am. I arrived punctual. I introduced myself not as the middle man, but as the person responsible of the blood, I told them I oversaw the whole process. Which in a way I did. I used a little compulsion, but I joked around with them in as easy a fashion as I could. And left them in a good way, knowing they now wished I would take over any further transactions. It went well.

On the drive back I passed a sign that pointed to Novosibirsk. The word triggered my many thoughts about Rose and the other Unpromised Dhampirs. Should I do something about them? I was so sick of everybody expecting it, why would they expect me to do it? I had nothing to gain personally, did I? So many questions, so many unanswered questions. Why did it bother them in the first place? What did they gain from the unpromised dhampirs being gone? Why couldn't they just do it themselves? They don't have the skill to do it themselves, I thought to myself. Then, several things snapped in to place, making everything make sense.

They only had one thing to gain. Loosing me. I'm a threat to them, all of them, and they want to get rid of me, but they are too cowardly to do it themselves. So they underestimate me, thinking I'll make the same mistakes as those others, they assume that if Rose can kill those others she will be able to kill me. I know she won't be able to though. Even if she doesn't hesitate, I have extra strength and ability now I've been awakened, and she found it difficult to beat me in the first place.

The headache starts again, not too bad, it is more just another thing to be angry about. Then suddenly, I am angry, half of my mind is ripping apart Nathan and Galina and Marlen and all those other Strigoi, whilst the other half is with Rose, carefully watching as I drain the blood from her body, feeling her life flow into mine, the sweetness of this image takes over, and then it is in the forefront of my mind, I imagine every little detail, every small and insignificant detail. I start planning strategy, and before I know it, I've taken the turn off to Novosibirsk. My head throbs painfully and I just can't seem to drive fast enough.

A thought pulls me up short. They know I'm a threat, perhaps they know of my plans? It couldn't be that hard to figure out, if our roles were reversed I'm sure I would've figured it out. This isn't much of a problem though, the only ones I'll have trouble with are Galina and maybe Nathan, I could take all of the others with my eyes closed and still walk out unscathed. But still, I must move quickly, the wheels have been set on motion. I may need to recruit someone to help me. But who? Nathan would be the best choice, but he is so insufferable my entire being shies away from the thought of it.

15 miles to Novosibirsk. Okay. I'll think of this on the way back when I have a full stomach, Surely once the whole Rose thing is dealt with I'll think more clearly. Inspiration strikes. Rose. She is the ultimate choice. She is the deadliest Dhampir I know, imagine what she will be able to do once she has been awakened.

BAM! Out of nowhere my head explodes. The car swerves and crashes into a tree, but that is the least of my problems. I feel like I'm losing my head, or finding it maybe? Everything is confusing and my world starts to spin. Rose, I can't do that to Rose. I'd rather she dies, she can't have the same fate as me, destined to be locked up in my own body, forced to look on at the evil that has taken over me take lives and plot world domination.

I breathe in, trying to find some control, but part of me fights it, part of me wants to stay in control. It is like there are two sides of my brain, fighting. Like darkness and light are battling inside me, trying to completely consume each other.

Suddenly feeling surface that I know I've had before, but it still feels foreign. Roza, I love Roza. That is all there is to it. Images come, flashing back to me, and the emotion they bring are literally out of their right mind, how can someone feel all of this without exploding? I'm flooded with the memories, they hurt, they fill me up, they complete me. Rose and I are lying in a cabin, not any cabin, but the cabin. The cabin we made love in. We're lying close together, skin to skin, it feels so good, and I can't believe that this girl is mine, she can't be, she is just too good. I'm stroking her hair, her back. Holding her tightly just praying I'll never have to let her go.

But of course, I have my duty. We have our duty, we have to get up and do our jobs, get on with our lives, all because they come first. I've said it to myself so many times, and usually I don't mind it, I want to spend my life protecting them. But by doing this I'm being forced away from my Roza. Being the people we are do get up, and we walk through the forest, together, hand in hand, toward the academy, the secrecy, the danger, the moroi. I can't help but wonder what would happen if we'd walked in the other direction. Would we have started a new life? Could we have gone back to Baia? Where we would be free from the talk of the judgemental Moroi. Could we have lived together peacefully? Happily?

I'll never know. Because now I'm trapped. Trapped behind red eyes, and a cold but beating heart that I no longer want to call my own.

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Little bit of a cliff hanger, I know. What is going to happen to Dimitri, I don't think I'm even sure yet

What did you think? Tell me. I don't mind criticism, so go for it! : D