Rose POV

I watched him walk into the bathroom, a war raging in his mind. He was fighting to either stay with me or do his duty. By the looks of it, his duty won. My body felt like it had lost something important, but I ignored it. I wanted Dimitri so bad, but I couldnt' have him. He wasn't mine, and I had to deal with that. Crap. That seriously sucked.

I still remembered how his fingers had traced the edges of my bra and where his chest touched mine. God I missed that. And when our lips met, that was like magic. Why did he have to end it? WHY? Because he's your mentor, a voice told me.

I pulled a shirt over my bra and put on a pair of jeans, feeling dejected. I saw Dimitri come out, without even glancing at me he started to order room service. He didn't even bother to ask me what I wanted.

I felt a familiar ache in my chest and went into the bathroom to fix myself. I pulled a comb through my hair and brushed my teeth. I put on eye shadow and eyeliner and foundation on to my face. I wanted to look as hot as I could manage without over doing it.

I heard Dimitri opening the door and thanking the person that brought up our breakfast, and closed the door.

"Do you want eggs and bacon or egg and sausage?" He asked, his voice gruff, showing no emotion.

"Eggs and bacon, I guess," I told him, my voice just as neutral.

I grabbed the tray and walked into the dinning room and pushed the food into my mouth, tasting cardboard. I tried ignoring the fact that Dimitri was ignoring me, but it didn't work. I kept on going back to the way it felt when he touched me and kissed me. It felt like I was in heaven, full of magic and energy. God, I loved him. He was my whole world, he------. no! Rose, shut up, he doesn't love you, he stopped it. He's your mentor now, deal with it!

He sat acros from me, equally quiet. God, this was awkward.

"So hows your arm?" He asks absentmindedly.

I shrugged, "Same."

He nodded, "Would you like me to change the bandages?' He asked.

I shook my head, "I'll do it myself."

He nodded again, and ate the rest of his food. I put my tray back onto the cart and he did the same. I pushed it out the door and closed it. I didn't want to look at him so i avoided my eyes from his, trying to picture a wall between us.

The rest of the days were like that, we were both quiet, never speaking unless it was something important. But the last day, when he was sleeping on the coach and I was sleeping on the bed, I heard the window crack, and was instantly awake, breaking out in cold sweat. Dimitri was up in a second, going to the window, his stake drain.

I sat up in bed and climbed out after him. He motioned for me to get down, and I obeyed. He stalked closer to the window, keeping to the shadows as a dark shape broke through the window and sprang at me.

I shrieked as Dimitri charged at the shadow. When their bodies collided, there as a bang, as if it were thunder. I saw the dark shape's eyes, and gasped. They were blood red, and as they drilled into my head, I cringed away. I saw his lips turn into a death smile that chilled me to the bone. I gasped again as i saw the Strigoi grab Dimitri and fling him across the wall.

"No!" I yelled and sprang towards my mentor, my lover, and my Comrade. The Strigoi blocked my path and grabbed my arm

"Dhampir," He breathed in my scent and smiled, "You smell delightful! You're going to make a great blood whore."

He yanked me towards him, and I felt a pain on my arm, he was clawing into the one I had injured in the car accident. I kicked him in the chest. It didn't have any effect on him, he just pulled me closer and brought his lips down to my neck.

"Get away from her!" Dimitri yelled, staking the Strigoi from the back.

His eyes suddenly lose that red tint to it, and he fell on top of me, dead. I pushed him off of me, retreating to the back of the room, my eyes never leaving the body of the dead Strigoi.

"Roza, are you alright? Did he hurt you?" Dimitri asked, his voice gentle.

I shook my head, deciding to ignore my throbbing arm. He advanced towards me, looking me over.

I looked up to meet his face and saw a bruise beginning to form on his cheek.

"You're hurt," I reached up involuntarily and stroked his cheek.

"It's nothing, it'll heal," He told me, caressing my hand.

I smiled, "Thank, you saved my life Comrade."

He gave me one of those rare smiles that made my heart soar, "I would do anything to protect you, Roza."

"Is that a promise?" I asked, regaining my wittiness.

He laughed, his laugh was like bells, "Yes, it's a promise."

I took my hand away from his face, and shivered. The glass was all over the place, and snow was beginning to blow in.

"Great, now how are we going to explain this?" I asked Dimitri.

He shook his head, "You got me there. Maybe we could ask Alberta."

I nodded, "Yeah, but after we get some sleep, ok? I'm beat."

I flopped onto the bed just as Dimitri climbed down into the covers. My heart leaped another feet as his body touched mine. It felt so good to feel his presence beside me again. If I were to be stranded in a hotel with anyone, I was so glad that it was him.

"Good night, Dimitri," I yawned.

"Good night, my Roza," I heard him mumbled, pressing his lips to my hair. I felt my eyes close, and I felt his arm around me.

"I love you," I mumbled.

"I lovey you too," I thought I heard him say, but I wasn't sure as I drifted off to a dreamless sleep.