okay, first off i apologize for being MIA lately. ive been running division barrel races or practicing drill team or working cows or spending time with the BF. so im soooo terribly sory :( secondly, as soon as i get time i will be working on the sequel to KOTF and continuing ACH, i just dont have the time. this i kinda just threw together to see if anyone wanted to continue to read this story in the direction its going. So, lemme know wat ya think :)) SRY AGAIN!

A character on a show I used to watch quoted: "And Hansel said to Gretel, 'Let us drop these breadcrumbs... so that together we find our way home. Because losing our way would be the most cruel of things.'" I stopped watching One Tree Hill quit sometime ago but I suddenly thought back to that quote. It has been a few weeks since I had last seen both my brother or the mysterious Dimitri. I had no idea why I hadn't killed him but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Maybe it was because he had saved my neck so many times. That's the story I would go with for now. Another part of the quote read: "And losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But, losing your reason for the journey... is a fate more cruel." All of my life I had spent my time training to kill the creatures I had always viewed as evil. Adrian. He couldn't be evil. Not Ri. After all, he was all I had left. Somewhere in my deep subconscious I wished he would check in on me, though from what I had seen at parties he had a girl to keep him occupied. I guess if he had to live forever he needed people surrounding him that shared his fate. It didn't make me feel any less alone though.
I walked through the plain grey corridors of the HQ and sighed. We were about to head out on a huge bust we had been working on for some time now. Stan stepped in beside me and began briefing me once again before we headed out. The night fell with a mist that swirled around us as we quietly made our way to the elaborate mansion. I sensed a leech and quickly broke off, taking the younger one off easily before joining the ranks again. All of us broke off from one another and made several different points of entry, using as much surprise as we could. Soon you could hear screams from inside and I sprinted in, just in time to knock into a tall vamp whose eyes were black with hunger. I gasped as I realized who it was. His snarl dropped from his beautiful face and he took a step back, as if I disgusted him. Hurt played across his face before he turned and stalked grumpily down the hall. I stood idiotically starring after him. That is until someone grabbed me from behind, my neck in their grasp. I screamed and Dimitri froze at the end of the hall. Before I could even blink Dimitri ripped me behind him. The force knocked the breath out of me. A vampire I didn't recognize stood facing Dimitri who blocked most of my view. He chuckled.

"Belikov" He said bowing his head slightly. I guess being old has benefits. "You know the rules. You claim her or kill her. You can't seem to stay away from her." Dimitri snarled something in what I would guess to be russian and from the look on the other's face it wasn't very nice. I put a trembling hand on his arm as the conversation carried on. It turned back to English after bantering in Russian for a while. "Well if you won't kill her I will." Dimitri backed me into the wall, me still behind his back. "I'd like to see you try Nathan." I felt an odd feeling of safety encircle me as Dimitri challenged Nathan. "You'll have to kill me before you get to her and we both know you aren't capable of that." Dimitri sneered with a finality in his voice. Nathan snorted before mumbling something in Russian once more. I felt Dimitri stiffen and press me closer to the wall. I herd a click before a gunshot rang through the corridor. I looked at Dimitri before I felt something warm run through my finger that lay on my stomach. I looked down to see crimson staining everything that touched it. Dimitri, who slowly turned to look at me with sad eyes, also had a small whole in the black shirt he wore, though the skin under was smooth. I choked on what little air I had before stumbling forward. My eyes began to water and I knew there was only one way I would live.

DPOV:

I was froze I couldn't believe it, hadn't thought of it rather. A gun couldn't kill me. But it could Rose, my Roza. Nathan took one more look and turned away from us.
I could only think of one way, and she would hate me. She would probably even kill herself. But she was dying now. So I did the only thing I could think of.

I fell to my knees beside her and allowed myself to steal a kiss to her cheek. I slide my mouth to her neck and nuzzled, trying to make it comforting. She was blacked out by now but I knew it could still hurt. I took a deep breath and bit. She tasted magnificent, better than anyone I'd ever had before. It took everything I had but I pulled away, ripping my own wrist and placing it to her lips. She struggled before being overcome and drinking.
I sat back and lent against the wall beside her, stroking her hair gently, knowing that she would probably hate me when she woke. I put her head in my lap, not wanting to move.
Sometime later I heard footsteps. I stiffened, thinking the hunters had returned. I looked into the icy eyes of my brother. Now however they were laced with pity.

"she needs to drink brother." I nodded and picked her up bridle style. He took me to the feeding room and we waited for her to come around. He saw the bullet hole in my shirt and his eyes lit up in understanding. Roza stirred and my attention was on her immediately. Chris stood and placed a hand on my shoulder before leaving. I lifted the man's wrist to Rozas mouth and she took it greedily. After awhile she stopped and began to shake. "You really did it. And now I've killed someone. Thank you you pompous bastard. You could have let me die." she stood up briskly and walked out, leaving me starring after her. I closed my eyes and I was back home, alone once again.
I had known this would happen but I guess I still held onto hope, hope that maybe she would understand why I did it. Because lord knows I don't have the guts to admit it to myself much less to her.

RPOV:

A month. It's been a month since he changed me and I still couldn't believe he really had. Surely Ri had to hate this, the fact that I was a monster alongside him. But ever since I walked out, no one came after me. Not Ri, Not Dimitri. No one. The hunters wouldn't take me back so I knew better than to simply ask help there. I was alone. Completely and utterly alone. I thought I had been before. Atleast then Dimitri had cared and Ri as well. No one. The two words echoed in my head over and over again. I sat down in the snow and stared out helplessly. Animal blood was awful and made me weak but I knew I couldn't drink anything else. No, then I really would be something from a horror story.

But, truth was I had enemies. Enemies who were currently trailing me. Who were older than me and were angry. I guess I should have figured that the damage I had done as a hunter wouldn't be let go easily. Or at all. I sighed and stiffened as I heard footstep crunch through the snow before realizing that no vampire would be that careless if they were tracking something. Or someone. The black haired vampire that travelled with Dimitri came to a halt as he took in my close to tears expression and haunted look. He swallowed before he changed his course and came my way.

"Rose? I'm presuming?" Was all he had to say for the tears to finally leak from my eyes. I honestly had no idea who I was anymore. I didn't look up from the ground in front of me as he squatted down and inspected the slight wounds some of the vamps seeking vengeance had caused. He stood and I thought he was going to leave. Just up and leave. Because, I realized just like everyone else he probably didn't care. Scratch that I knew he didn't give a flip.

But before I could continue that thought a whooshing noise got my attention and as I looked up I knew he could see the look of surprise that spread across my tear streaked face.