(Here is Chapter five. Sorry it took long, Ive been busy. For those of you that are keeping up with Unforgiven, I'll update soon. I own the plot not the characters. Enjoy:D)

Chapter 5

Rose POV

When I woke up the next morning, I noticed two things. First thing I noticed was the searing pain in my skull. The second thing I noticed was that I wasn't in my room. I slowly got up and scanned the room. The room was bigger than mine and it was really simple. The bed I was in was soft and big. The sheets were silk and black and the bed head was wooden and painted black. The dresser just had a mirror and a few bottles of cologne. The closet was currently closed so I couldn't really tell what was in there. I then got out of the bed but I did it too fast and I almost fell over on the floor.

As soon as I steady myself on the bed, the door flew open and in walked in Pyro. He had on jeans and no shirt. He was in the middle of towel drying his wet hair when he walked in. We stared at each other. I took that opportunity to fully look him up and down. Christian had a very toned body. It wasn't as thin as normal Moroi men. He had a six pack and a very nice chest. The muscles on his arms were rather impressive. I finished my scan when I reached his face. He was currently smirking at me and his eyes shined.

"See something you like, Hathaway?" He asked before walking past me.

"Yeah, right. Don't get all cocky Pyro," I snorted. He threw the towel down on the floor and walked over to his closet. I did a quick scan of his back. The muscles on his back were impressive as well. It should be a crime to look like that. Hell, it should be a crime for me staring at him like that. I'm not going to lie and say he isn't hot because he is and what the hell am I saying? Why am I checking out Christian Ozera? This is Christian we are talking about! He is Lissa's ex-boyfriend and a guy that I barely like. So why the hell am I checking him out? I guess this headache is to blame. Christian put on a blue shirt that matched his eyes. He then walked over to where I was on the bed and sat down next to me.

"Rose, are you okay?" He asked. He was staring at me. His eyes felt like they were searching for something. The intensity of his stare sent an involuntary chill down my spine.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a headache. I'll be ok. What I want to know is why am I in your room?" I asked him.

"Well, we bumped into each other at the bar and we started talking. You then fell asleep and I didn't have the key your room. So, I carried you back here and let you sleep. Don't worry I didn't do anything and I slept in the guest room," He told me. I slowly remembered meeting him in the bar and me crying and falling asleep. What did we talk about that made me cry?

"I remember meeting you in the bar and me falling asleep. For some reason, I was crying. Why was I crying Christian?" I asked him. He frowned sadly before speaking. He grabbed my hands so that I wouldn't be able to turn away.

"Rose, you were crying because you told me what happened at the café and what happened in your room when Dimitri came over," He said quietly. Holy Crap! I told Christian all of that and I cried in font of him! What the hell is wrong with me? I never used to show anyone my vulnerable and weak side. I did once before and look what happened? My heart was crushed. I will not allow that to happen again.

"I'm sorry you had to see me that way. It was just so much stuff going on and I had too many drinks. Trust me, I will never happen again," I told him. I then tried to pull my hands away from him. He didn't let go. I struggled for a few more seconds before I just gave up. When did he get so strong?

"Rose, its ok. You can trust me. I won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you," Christian said while staring deeply into my eyes. I stared at him in utter disbelief. Why would I trust him? We barely know each other. For goodness sake, I get a kick out of making fun of him. Yet, as we stared at each other, I realized that it didn't matter. Our past didn't matter at all. What mattered now was the fact that he wants to be there for me. He wants to protect me and hear all of my retarded problems. For some reason, that made me feel warm inside.

After about a few minutes of intense staring, my stomach growled. Christian broke his gaze and chuckled. That sent an intense thrill through me. I don't know why but it did. He let go of my hands and stood up. When he let them go, I had the sudden urge to grab his hand again. So, I did. I grabbed his hand and held it. He looked at our hands and then back at me. He smiled softly and pulled me up off the bed. Christian held me close to him and I swear I could feel my heart beating fast.

"Come on. Lets get you something to eat before you starve to death," He said.

"Ok," I said. He pulled me along with him. It felt so good and right to hold his hand but I didn't know why. When on earth did I find him so attractive and why am I reacting this way with him? Oh man, I need to talk to Ambrose about this because I have no idea what I'm feeling right now.