Sorry I'm taking so long to update. I'm trying to finish up my other story so I can solely focus on this one.

I looked up to see the jade green eyes of one of the men who had helped in the murder of my parents. Victor Dashkov. He was a wealthy man who I had met a couple of times while attending business parties with my parents. He was a very wise but very selfish man from what I could collect from spending time with him. He would always talk about the great things that he could do if he were to become president. He believed himself to be a god. A man with no faults. He believed that he was wiser and stronger willed than any other man alive. His conceit was what made me instantly dislike him. He was rather old but had a look in his eyes that told you that he could ruin you in a second. Natural justice has a strange way of dealing with the power players in this world. A nature cure for some of the evil men in this world. Victor had gotten sick. Very very sick early on in his life. It was a type of lung disease that took your body down from the inside out.

I never knew why Victor wanted to have my father killed. Maybe it was jealousy. Although my father no longer controlled the companies he and Alexander had built he was still a powerful man. A thing I had learned in my short 17 years of life is that powerful men do not like other powerful men. They usually hang around them to keep an eye on them while secretly plotting ways to take that power. Maybe that was Victor's motive for assisting Alexander in his gruesome assassination. Maybe it was for other reasons. All I knew was that he did it and it could never be undone. I will forever hate the man standing before me.

"Finally she wakes." He says in an eerily calm voice. One that makes me shake from the inside.

"What's going on?" I ask while pulling on my restraints.

"My dear it is no use. You cannot break free. These plastic cuffs hold better than any metal don't they? A lot easier to get a hold of as well. Impressive invention I might say." He says in a scholarly voice.

"Yeah sure. Now let me out of them!" I demand.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." He says sounding like it hurts him that he cannot comply with my demands. Pretending to actually give a shit.

"What the hell do you want?" I question throwing in some sass while I'm at it.

"You." He simply states.

"Excuse me?"

"I have to kill you. It's truly a shame because I've always thought you had potential but I'm afraid it is too risky to keep you alive." He says faking sadness.

"You can't just kill me and get away with it." I inform him when in reality I'm sure that is exactly what he'll do. You see the rich never have to play by the same rules. All you have to do is pay for a great lawyer or pay some people to give you an alibi. I think he realized this too because he gave me a creepy smile.

"I think you know I can." He then moves away out of my vision. I hear some rustling around but I can't bend my head the right way to actually see what he is doing. I hear footsteps grow louder indicating that he is getting closer and my heart begins to race. Soon he is standing over my again with some latex gloves and a pair of surgical scissors in his right hand.

"Please don't do this." I plead. My father would be ashamed to see me now. Pleading for him to spare my life. He would want me to act strong.

"Don't beg my dear. It only makes you look pathetic." He moves the scissors closer to my eye and then the real panic sets it. I thrust my head around trying to bide some time so that maybe this will all go away. I feel his hand shove my head against the metal cot and hold me down.

"Now now child. Don't make a fuss. This is going to happen whether you like it or not." He says through gritted teeth. It was obvious my thrusting around annoyed him but I wasn't about to stop anytime soon. Something that caught my attention was his use of thew word 'fuss'. Who the hell uses that word anymore. His use of the word only proves how old he really is. Do you also find it strange that I would be analyzing his words while trying to fight him from cutting my eye out? I think so.

He finally gets a good grip on my head and is able to hold me down long enough to get the scissors inches away from my right eye.

"No, no, no, no." I chant with panic clear in my voice.

Suddenly the room gets lighter. It seems as if the sun broke through the walls and is burning away all the bad that was stuffed into my torture chamber. I felt warm rays of sunshine on my arms and felt my head feel lighter. I could hear a sweet angelic voice bringing me closer.

"Rose?" I hear him. I open my eyes and see Sam staring down at me with concern edged into his face. I realize that the light is from my room and the sun's rays are actually Sam's hands on my arms. I finally come to the realization that I was awake. Finally. I had never had such a strange dream before. Everything felt so real. It made me think that I wasn't actually dreaming. I focused back on Sam.

"What happened?" I asked him. He let go of my arms and helped me sit up.

"You were thrashing in your sheets and kept says no. Were you having a nightmare?"

"Yeah... Holy shit. It was so real. I've never experienced a dream like that before." I tell him and then go on to explain in detail everything that happened in the dream. I told him about the feel of the room and my failed attempts at waking myself up.

"That... That is really strange. Usually you wake up once you realize you're dreaming. Huh. Well are you okay now?" He asks.

"Yeah. I'm just a little freaked out." I confess.

"Well why don't you try to go back to sleep and I'll lay with you incase you have another nightmare." He suggests.

"Okay." I smile at his kindness and lay back down. He lays next to me and smiles at me. I take the time to really admire him. He wasn't anything like Dimitri but he was beautiful in his own way. His dirty blond hair was stylishly messy most likely from just getting out of bed. His sapphire blue eyes sparkled back at me and he assessed if I was truly okay. He had porcelain skin. He looked like glass. Some kind of perfect doll that you would see in a store. But he still made a masculinity about him. His strong jaw line and 5 o clock shadow that never seemed to leave. "Sam..." I start.

"Hmmm?"

"You're kind of beautiful." I confess. He smirks at me.

"You're just noticing?" He gives me a smug smile and I playfully punch his arm. He wraps an arm around my shoulder. "I know I'm a real eye candy but you should get some sleep. I'm right here so don't be scared of anything. I won't let anything hurt you Roseberg." He says in a calming voice. I close my eyes and relax. I snuggle into my best friends chest and sleep. This time I dream of far better things. My Russian God.

Pretty short but I had to update. Sorry. I'm kinda losing this story. I've been focused on school so I haven't had the time to really sit down and come up with ideas. So enough of my excuses. PLEASE REVIEW. I love knowing what you think.