Sorry for being so mean to you guys but it made you come back right? :D
So, a lot of you said you wanted Dimitri to give in. Now the question is did I listen?
Yes and no.
Why am I so mean? Because the reviews that say I'm so cruel make my heart tingle in happiness.
Not because I like being called mean, or being mean, but the fact that I can create such emotion :D
Anyways, I love you guys for your reviews and ideas for the story and I shall now reward you with another chapter.
I was actually considering holding this back for an extra day to see how many people would PM me to ask what the hell was taking so long… but I didn't
So review
Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I am not Richelle Mead. I do not own her story. So seriously, don't sue me.

I tangled my hands roughly in his hair, pulling him down towards me, before he could make any more protests. I felt his hands on my hips and then they slid up my back and over my arms, leaving them feeling electrified in their wake. For a moment, I actually thought he'd given in, finally accepted that he still loved me. His lips lightly caressed mine and I kissed him harder, my tongue darting out and skimming his lower lip. We kissed in a frenzy after such a long time apart. His hands rested on mine and then they gripped my wrists tightly, untangling them from his hair. His lips slackened, allowing me entrance. And enter I did, until I was suddenly pulled away, gasping. My wrists were still tightly wrapped in the prison of Dimitri's hands and he glared down at me, not with the heat and passion I had hoped for but with anger and disbelief. "What…?" I asked, confused by the sudden change. He had been giving in. I was sure of it. "Why did you stop?"

"The was a mistake. Reflex. There was nothing in that."

A smile twitched on my face, despite the mistake comment. "So, kissing me like that was reflex?"

He flared his nostrils. "I wasn't thinking. I just fell into the pattern of what we had. Not what we have." There was determination in his voice and that's what tipped me off. There was determination, not conviction or exasperation of my futile attempts.

I smiled again and, though his hands still gripped me tightly, moved closer to kiss again, planting a kiss on his chest and letting my nose graze across it.

"Rose! Stop it. You're acting like a little bloodwhore, doing anything to get another one of my bites."

He might as well have slapped me in the face. I ripped my wrists away from him and took a step back, feeling the sting of cold after his warm embrace. Suddenly, I was no longer wrapped in the heat of the moment, or just angry at his stubbornness, I was furious about what he had just said. "Is that what this is all about? Why you refuse to even touch me if you can help it? Is it because you still see me as that stupid little bloodwhore that you made of me?" He flinched and I took a step closer, not from passion, but from the fact that I wanted to jab his chest with all the power my finger could muster. "You think you can just force me into the weakest moment of my life and then hold it against me? Well, if I was such a bloodwhore, then how the hell did I manage to escape becoming a Strigoi, kill the big, bad leader and then get away from you? Just remember that you, the biggest badass Strigoi of them all, lost to a little bloodwhore who was weak from blood loss," stab in the chest, "exhaustion," stab, "and who was in a sweater dress," stab, "at the time." I breathed heavily. "You were weak. Still are."

His face was hardened with anger as well and he spoke with a tone that chilled me more effectively than ice water. I never wanted to hear it again. "I could have killed you at any time. Changed you. So don't you go calling me weak."

I let out a humourless laugh. "But you didn't. And that's what made you weak. You've lost your touch so bad that you don't even respond to someone touching you when you're sleeping." I hadn't meant to make that reference but I saw on his face that he knew what I was talking about but hadn't thought it had actually happened. "During that time, I thought that maybe there was still a part of you in there. A part of the man I still loved. But now I realize that their may not have been a part of the Dimitri I loved in the Strigoi, but there is still a part of the Strigoi in you."

He let out a growl but I had already turned and started running at full speed away from him. Anywhere would be fine as long as I was away from him. I felt no tears, I felt nothing at all. Dimitri didn't have to worry anymore. I was so over him. If that's what he thought of me, a weak little bloodwhore, then I would show him how not weak I really was. I would get over him, finish this damned mission and get home to leave him in his happy life of servitude to Lissa. See if I cared. There would be no more guilt about being disloyal to Adrian. No guilt about betraying the man who loved me… and that I loved. The love I held for Dimitri was cast out from my heart, replaced with hate by his stupid weaknesses. Didn't he realize that I saw him as a Strigoi, seen him in all his evil glory,and it hadn't changed how I felt? He should at least have given me the same benefit of the doubt.

My eyes were so blurred with tears, not for Dimitri but from the wind (or so I told myself), that I didn't see the man outside the house talking to Viktoria before I slammed right into him. We fell in a tangle of limbs to the ground, both of us letting out a yell at the impact. I opened my eyes to find him on top of me, shock clearly evident in his dark, almost black eyes. His dusted blonde hair fell around his face, tickling my cheek and he smelled oh so good. I would have taken more time to appreciate how I managed to get into this situation with a really hot Dhampir if I hadn't been so insanely mad at the male race at the moment. "Jesus, get off. You're heavy." His mouth twitched as he pushed himself up, holding out his hand to help me up, which I ignored, and got up myself, dusting the dirt off my back. This was so not helping my mood.

"I do think you're the one who fell on me." I ignored him.

"Oh, Rach!" Viktoria yelled, surprised yet enthused about my sudden arrival, "This is what I wanted to talk to you about earlier. I want to introduce you to Jas [Jay-zzzzz], a new pal of mine." He held out his hand to shake but I ignored it, again. "He agreed to help with operation "Get Dimitri Back". He said he doesn't really have any limits, so we can use him to our satisfaction." She smiled, hoping I would be as excited as she was about her "genius" plan. I had to hand it to her, it would be a good idea, if say, I still wanted Dimitri back.

"Viktoria," I said slowly, not wanting to take my anger out on her, "I don't want Dimitri anymore. In fact, he can die a slow, painful death and then burn in hell for the rest of eternity for all I care." I paused. "No offense or anything."

Viktoria looked at me in shock. "What did he do to you?" Jas was completely forgotten in Viktoria's worry.

Though he was forgotten to Viktoria, I was still keenly aware of his presence. "I'll tell you when we're in a more… private setting." The last thing I wanted to do was have some unknown stranger, no matter how chummy he was with Viktoria, to know about my deep dark secrets.

Jas, getting the memo said, "I'll leave after you shake my hand." Smart-ass. I stuck my hand out quickly and he shoke it, holding on to it longer than he needed to and said with a smile, "I'm Jas, here to be of service… in any way you desire." I caught the second meaning as his eyes did a quick flick up and down my body and meeting back at my face.

I gave a tight smile back and pulled my hand out of his. "Thanks, Jas. I'm Rach. And I won't be needing your 'services' anymore."

"Hmm, that's a shame…" His face dropped in disappointment and started to leave after my leave-or-die face but Viktoria called after him.

"Wait! Jas, Come back later. Just cause there's a change in plans, doesn't mean there is no plan."

I gave her a suspicious look. What the hell did that mean? I was about to ask her but she dragged me into the house and demanded to know what happened before I had a chance. I looked around to make sure no one else was looking and then back a her. Taking a deep breath, I was about to tell her the entire story about Dimitri making me his personal bloodwhore blah blah blah but I chickened out last minute and said, instead, "Basically, he's gotten tired of how desperate I seem to be and it's reminding him of the weakest moments of my life I had. And he doesn't like how "weak I am" even though it was all his fault anyways. He refuses to look past old memories to embrace who I really am." Wow, Rose, way to sound totally lame.

She cocked an eyebrow at me. Damn her. The skill must run in the family. "You sure that's the full story?"

"No, but I'm not really up to reliving such bad events."

She nodded, understanding. "Okay, well, if he doesn't like how desperate you are, why don't you look uninterested in him and make him be the desperate one?"

"What? He's made it clear he's not interested and will never be interested. Trust me, I got the memo." Did I ever. "Besides, I'm not interested in him anymore so it's a moot point. At least I don't have to feel guilty about basically cheating on my boyfriend anymore."

Her eyebrows shot way up. "You have a boyfriend? Why didn't you mention this before?" I shrugged. "What's his name? What's he like? Is he really worth losing Dimitri over?"

I held up my hands in defence. "Woah, girl, slow down. His name's Adrian, he's smart, kind and a total smart ass. And it doesn't matter, I've already lost him." Him being Dimitri.

She shook her head. "Okay, so I don't care if you have a boyfriend. And I don't care if you aren't interested," she said it like she didn't believe me anyways. "I do recall saying I was going to help you weither you wanted me to or not?" Damn them all.

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Later that day, Sydney phoned me to give me an update. That update consisted of her telling me there was no update. All she could tell me was that all the other files on the Dragomirs had been stolen and that she wasn't given permission to look at the case files for the murder. She sneered at the word "permission" and said she'd do some sneaking around for me. I thanked her and that was it. I was damned to stay here even longer. I mean, I loved the Belikov's and all but I wasn't looking forward to seeing Dimitri again, living through Viktoria's "plans", or continue grocery shopping. Though I didn't have to deal with the first two just yet, Olena begged me to go grab her a few things and, being the nice guest who's getting bed and food for free, gave in and took the trip.

I prayed I wouldn't see anyone I knew while shopping. Could I really get anyone to think of me as Rach? Really? I walked down the aisles, putting items from the list into the cart. As I past people, we would give a pleasant smile to each other and be on our way. No seemed to remember me with my hair and glasses.

I finished off the list and pushed my cart into the smallest line for the cashier. I looked up at her as I made my way to the front. She didn't pay me any mind yet and I found she was vaguely familiar. Was she here last time? I remembered now. She was a cashier, older than I was by at least 10 years, when I was here last and with my frequent grocery stops, we came to be friends. In a way. Well, hopefully she didn't remember me anymore.

My hopes were thoroughly crushed as I came to the front. After a quick scrutiny to make sure I was who she though I was she greeted me with an enthusiastic "Rose! It's been so long!" and an awkward hug over the till.

I smiled and said, crossing my fingers, "It's Rach, actually."

She gave an embarrassed gasp. "Really? I seriously thought it was Rose!"

I smiled, coming up with a story to calm her down. Shrugging I said, "I grew out of using my middle name… It was a faze." I smiled, reassuring her.

"Oh? Rose was your middle name?" She laughed, a kind tinkling sound. "Well, I guess every kid goes through that faze where they don't care for their first name, right?"

I nodded, happy my plan worked. "Yeah."

She smiled and started ringing in my items. When she was finished, I handed her the money and took my bags, waving good-bye and only feeling slightly guilty about lying. Because really, it was my life I was dealing with.

Okay, so anyone have any ideas about what Viktoria should do with Jas?
I don't actually have many plans for him but I made him so that I had the option to…
Really, any and ALL ideas are welcome and shall be read, put through the creative machine in my head and then scribbled, er, typed into some logical formation.
Anyone ready to punch Dimitri? I am.

Reviewwww
And sorry if this is a bit shorter than the last couple chapters. I just had a total lack of ideas of where to take this…

Also, I'm not feeling too well so if I don't update tomorrow, that's why.
When I feel sick, my creative juices plummet and the story would probably turn out something like this:

Rose: Dimitri, I hate you.
Dimitri: I hate you too.
Rose: I should have killed you while you were still a Strigoi
Dimitri: I should have killed you while I was still a Strigoi
Rose: *pulls out bazooka*
Dimitri: Oh shit. Uhhh, Rose? I love you.
*BAM*
Me: Face it, Dimitri, you deserved it.

END

And you don't want that do you?