AN: So here it is, the second chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own all five of the Vampire Academy books. Unfortunately, this does not mean I actually own Vampire Academy. That belongs to Richelle Mead, who is kind enough to share her imaginary friends with us.

Rose's POV

Hmm. Writing that letter had been therapeutic, but that didn't mean I was admitting that to my counsellor. I guess I'm writing another letter. Feeling devious, I ripped another piece of paper out of my notebook and started another letter. This one would be very different. Huh, I suddenly feel the need to cackle evilly. Okay, I'm worried now…

Half an hour later, I was finished, and smirking down at a new letter. This one would be the one I'd give to my counsellor, Joan. Yes, I know, it really did suit her. Anyway, moving on with the letter. She was mad if she actually thought she was going to see my private feelings. What I felt for Dimitri was personal, and she had no right to be sticking her bony nose into my business. Plus, I'd kind of alluded to my secret plans involving a convicted criminal. I don't think that would go down well, not if I still wanted to be Lissa's Guardian.

I sighed. As usual, the two most important people in my life were taking over my brain. I knew I was holding onto a very slim chance of being able to get Dimitri back, but it didn't stop me from hoping. Didn't stop me from obsessing about it, either.

I rolled my eyes at my own lovesick musing. If I kept this up, I was going to turn into Lissa, who was still totally in love with Christian. She wouldn't admit it though, oh no. God forbid either one of them should try and reconcile with the other. I was really going to have to do something about their relationship – it was getting on my nerves how Lissa refused to speak to him, but still ended up looking (and feeling) like a lost puppy whenever she saw him. I would know. I invade her mind regularly.

The next day, I thumped down in my seat in the counsellor's office (I refused to call her by her first name when she asked me whether Dimitri was a figment of my imagination. I told you she was odd.). She looked up from the book she was reading and raised an eyebrow.

"Why must you always be so violent, Rose? It's not good for your spiritual wellbeing. You'll upset your chakras." She sighed, and shook her head. See, I told you she wasn't normal. Who the hell goes on about chakras? AN: Ha, my dad talks about crap like this all the time.

I attempted to raise my eyebrow back her. I don't think it worked as she just looked at me, nonplussed. "I have to be violent. It's in the job description. And I've done the homework. Just like you ordered." That last part was under my breath. I was secretly grinning, though. I couldn't wait to see what she thought of my 'letter'.

"Well done, Rose. It wasn't homework, though – this was to help your mind release its pain. How can that be called homework?" She cried, looking more like a stick insect than ever.

"Well it was work, and I did it at home." I pointed out. Nevermind the fact that the Academy won't be my home soon.

She shook her head in exasperation (she told me that she found anger a useless emotion. Yeah, right.). "Very well, Rose. Hand it over." She looked at me, hand out expectantly. I reluctantly 'handed it over'. She was quiet for a few minutes, eyes scanning what I had written. I had to keep myself from laughing when her eyes started to bug out. She gave a startled little laugh, and put a hand to her mouth. "Um, very good, Rose. Did it, uh," she swallowed. "Did it have to be so…," she struggled to find the right word. "Uh, graphic?" I couldn't stop myself then, and I allowed the big, shit-eating grin to encompass my face.

I nodded seriously, though and said: "Oh yes, I felt I simply had to describe how to kill Strigoi in detail. And," I added calmly, "I felt that the person I addressed the letter to had to know about my sex life in detail. Although," This time I paused for effect, "I suppose I could have toned down the vivid description of the last time I took part in S&M a bit." I shrugged and smiled innocently up at her. "You wanted me to write down my feelings, so I don't see any problems. Goodbye." With that, I gathered up my things, and left her with a look of stupendous shock on her face. Closing the door, I burst out into hysterical giggles. Yeah, that felt good…

Dimitri's POV

it's bugging me, grating me
and twisting me around
yeah I'm endlessly caving in
and turning inside out

'cause I want it now
I want it now
give me your heart and your soul
and I'm breaking out
I'm breaking out
last chance to lose control

yeah it's holding me, morphing me
and forcing me to strive
to be endlessly cold within
and dreaming I'm alive

Muse – Hysteria

I hated this… obsession. Why this idiotic, maddening, beautiful girl had to take over my mind, I didn't know. I just knew that she was mine, and that anyone else who even touched her would end up dying extremely painfully. She. Was. Mine.

Such a shame that I would have to kill her.

Oh, I knew that I could forcibly turn her into a Strigoi, but she'd already refused when I, very kindly, gave her the choice. She was too dangerous now. I couldn't allow her to live in this world while I survived. True, it would be a very long eternity without my Roza, but it's predator and prey. And I will always be the strongest predator. Rose just doesn't understand that.

She'd also helped win me all the power I now possessed, and for that gift, I would make her death merciful. Oh, but I would enjoy finally having her to myself, as I held her dying body in my arms. She would look gorgeous even in death, that I was sure of. Ah, to think of what we might have accomplished together as Strigoi! Still, what's done is done, and I must do this.

Oh, it would break my little dhampir heart, but, well, he wasn't in control anymore. The freedom of Strigoihood was compelling – I could do anything I wanted, and no one could stop me. Something I'd never had as a dhampir.

Truly, I was no different to the Dimitri I had been before, I just had different desires. And it was so frustrating that Rose would not, could not understand this! All day long I thought of her, and I knew if I could dream, it would be of her. Always her. She captivated me, and I couldn't even contemplate not wanting her.

And for this reason, I had to take her life. It would only be by my hand – I couldn't stand the idea of another taking her life from her. It would be like sacrilege. She was a goddess, in my mind, my memories of her now warring with the ones from my dhampir life.

It was all so confusing! My dhampir side struggled in the back of my mind, calling out how I should be protecting her, not murdering her! And the memories, oh God, the memories. Always, always the one and only time we had sex played in the back of my mind, torturing me, so, so tantalising in all its glory. And other things, too – how she'd told me she loved me, even as she tried to kill me, how much I loved her.

It was all kind of strange to me, really. I had been so very consumed by her, but it wasn't the obsession I had for her now. And did I love her? Well, in the Strigoi way, yes, yes I did love her. And that made everything else so damn complicated. One part of me screamed for the release of killing her, and yet the other, oh, the other, called for her love.

Who was she to have this kind of power over me? I almost hated her sometimes – the sick feeling of love and lust making me go crazy, and yet…I would always want her.

With a growl, I chucked the chair I'd been sitting on across the floor. Why the hell was I sitting here like an idiot, pining for my lost love when I could be feeding, or better yet, planning her death? I stalked out of the room, not noticing the human servant who cowered in my presence as I strode towards the exit.

When I got out, I found the night to be pleasantly cool, with a light breeze that made my heavy coat swish around my ankles. Rose had always called it my cowboy coat. With a sigh, I pinched the bridge of my nose – I needed to stop focusing on her!

I would scout one of the clubs I usually fed from, I decided. One of my many spies might report to me there, if they actually had anything to report. I snorted derisively – they could be so incompetent, even though they knew not to anger me. So I went, the club's lights getting brighter as I approached. I knew it had been a good idea to follow Rose to America. The humans in the clubs there usually drunk than normal, which made my job even easier. Not that it was much of a task, anyway. Humans are notoriously stupid.

As I actually got into the club, I scanned the crowds, looking for someone who might be worthy of my attention. There was no one, as normal – they were all so dull. But I had to take someone. The thirst was deep tonight, after all, and I didn't want to deny myself.

Just then, someone tapped my shoulder. "Looking for a date, honey?" One of the many prostitutes here purred. "I could make you feel goooood" She drawled, and I felt my eyebrow rise. Yeah, like she could make me feel good. But she'd do, and there were other women. Plus, no one'd miss a hooker.

I let a slow smile slide across my face, and I slid an arm around her shoulders. "As a matter of fact, yes I am looking for…something." I told her. I didn't have to let her know exactly what it was I was looking for.

"Sure. Wanna go out back?" She asked, winking. "My name's Chrissie, by the way." I nodded, and looked 'Chrissie' up and down, not really caring what I saw. She had long, dyed blonde hair straggling down her back, and her tan came from a bottle. On closer inspection, she looked older than she had first appeared, but what did that matter? Her dress, if you could call it that, was skin tight and made of some shiny, sparkly, silver material, with no back and a neckline that plunged all the way to her waist. And she'd obviously had some work done, too, as her tits were way too perky for her age.

In short, she was nothing like Rose, so she was perfect. I followed her out the club, noticing how her big, pale brown eyes reminded me of a cow. When we got to the alleyway, she stopped and smirked up at me, anticipating my next move. I just gave her a cold smile and moved down on her neck, striking hard like a cobra. Within minutes she was dead.

Licking the last of the blood off my lips, I looked dispassionately down at the woman's corpse, satisfied with my meal. I glanced upwards to find someone staring at me curiously, shuffling their feet. Someone I knew to be one of my spies.

"Well?" I said impatiently. I didn't have all the time in the world.

He shuffled his feet again, and looked down at his hands. "The girl is still safe in the Academy, sir. I wouldn't advise you going after her now. I did find out that she will be going through her trials in little under a week, though, sir." He said all of this in a rush, words tripping over each other in his haste to get them out. He was terrified and that irritated me.

In a second I had the human up against the wall by his throat. "Anything else to report? Or are you so pathetic, you can't even get me information I don't already know?" I glared at him, infuriated that he was so useless.

As he trembled and gibbered, I smelt the very strong sent of piss as he wet himself. I dropped him in disgust. "Can you not even control your own bodily functions? You're lucky I'm feeling kind tonight. Go. And if you don't do a better job next time, I will not hesitate to have you killed. Now go!" I murmured silkily. The man scrambled up, and stumbled away, as fast as he could. Idiot.

So I would have to wait a little longer for my Roza, then. But that time would go fast, and soon she'd be mine again. I'm coming, Roza…

AN: So what do you think? Good, bad, middling? Be nice, if you going to leave a review, I 'm sensitive. ;) Ooh, and what did people think of Spirit Bound? I'm still in shock! And a bit scared, because what I put in the last chapter was kind of prophetic…