This is a very important chapter, so make sure you don't skip any parts. But you can skip the lemon scene. If you read the lemon scene, your opinion in it means a lot to me, so I would appreciate to hear what you thought about it. I hope you all like this chapter. I reread it over again to make sure it made sense. If it does not make sense to you, review and tell me why. Maybe I need to clear some things up in my story. Remember, I have no Beta. Well, enjoy!

I half expected Ambrose to take me to the courtroom, which is insane, but I did. Instead, he took us to a private room towards the end of the Court house building. And it was a very large room. I found that ironic, because I had such a huge party behind me. Ambrose opened the door for everyone. I went in first, and saw the queen.

I walked in to see a huge oval table with twelve chairs on one side and twelve on another side. There were two magnificent chairs on the ends, screaming power and authority. She wore a sapphire silk dress that went all the way down to the floor and dragged, emphasizing her role as Queen. She was pacing back and forth, walking the length of the table.

She was still as old as ever, with long gray hair, but she had this intense stress aroma around her. She looked up at me when I entered. My shoulders were back, stating that I was in business mode.

"Your majesty." I said, my voice sounding husky. I will be honest, I am most defiantly afraid of what news she has for me, if she has any.

She looked me up and down, and then took a step back. Am I really that intimidating? My goal wasn't to look scary and intimidating, but controlling and someone not to mess with- a badass. "Who are you?" Her voice never wavered.

I rolled my eyes. "Come on now. That is just insulting."

"Rosemarie?"

"I prefer Rose." I smiled as gently and reassuring as I could. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who looked intimidating here- my group will look scary to any outsider who doesn't know us personally. I took a quick look behind me and saw that all of their faces had steel in them. Pure, raw guardian masks. I couldn't be prouder of them. My heart swelled at them, for them understanding how important this can and for me- will be.

"Rose." She sighed in relief. Not in relief that it was someone who wanted to hurt her, but relief that I was here to help her, to end whatever misery and torment that she is going through right now.

"I'm glad you are here. We have work to do. I need to tell you something in private. I was expecting only you…not this party." She said, starting out civil, then ending in authority voice and eyeing my group.

"This is my gang. We are here to help you. They wanted to meet you." My words were precise and gruff.

"Get them out of here, Rose. I sent for only you." She used her authority voice.

I sucked in a loud breath. And let it out when I talked to her. "Yeah, I won't be doing that."

She looked at me deadpan. "Get. Them. Out."

I shook my head, my eyes of steal never leaving her gaze. It was like I held her gaze, even if she didn't want to look away. "As I said, they are here to help you. They wanted to meet you, and if you ask, they will help."

I started walking up to her and as I walked up, I started talking in a dangerous tone. "They are my family, and I do not do anything without them. While I have their backs, they have mine. I. Will. Not Abandon. Them."

She took a step back. Out of fear? Most likely, but I wasn't sure. She suddenly looking very tired, but still angry. "You sure they can help?"

I was offended now. "Are you doubting me?" I asked angry.

The Queen observed me. "You speak as if you love them. You are very defensive towards them."

I rolled my eyes. Why was everyone challenging me that I never had a heart before? "Of course I do. They are my family."

"Do you trust them?"

"With my life."

She smiled, pleased and then turned to my gang, our fight forgotten. I wasn't sure why she was suddenly smiling about it when I was practically threatening not to help her, but hey. She is old, maybe she is going crazy. "It is great to meet you." She said, looking and smiling at my group.

I cleared my throat to draw her attention. She looked at me questioning. "They only speak Russian."

She translated what she said to my group, and they bowed down to her in respect. I suppressed a smile, but she had this shocked face on her. Did she think I was really that wild and disrespectful? Clearly she thought my gang would be.

"Rose, strigoi are closing in. I need to know exactly what you wanted to tell me. I sure hope that you got your thoughts organized, because I feel as if we are running out of time.

I nodded, and spoke in Russian. My gang needed to hear this too. "Two years ago, Dimitri and I had come across the Badica's massacre. In fact, we were the ones who had discovered it. But the massacre of the Badica's was not the only thing we found dead. We found Arthur Schoenberg dead there as well."

"Yes." Chimed in Tamara. "We have heard of that too, but why the sudden interest in him?"

"Think about it," I said, trying to hide my smile looking at her. "If you were a strigoi, what do you crave most?"

"Aside from blood, power." Gab said.

I nodded. "Exactly, so why did they kill Arthur instead of turning him? He could have been a great ally."

"Or a dangerous enemy," Tatiana said. I looked at her and she was paler than what she normally looks like. I think this topic hit a nerve with her.

I nodded. "Dimitri and I were talking about this last night, and we believe-well, I believe- they didn't want to take any chances on turning him. They wanted power for themselves. Arthur was always a leader. He would have taken charge the moment he was awakened."

"That was why they killed him." Zena said, disgust in her voice. Like any other guardian, Zena held Arthur in the highest respects.

I nodded regretfully. "But that was what threw me off at first; his death. After the attack on the academy, at the ski lodge, and me going to Russia, a couple things became clear to me."

I turned to Tatiana. "They are not specifically targeting the moroi. They are targeting the guardians." Truism and firmness ran crystal clear in the tone of my voice. "They want to develop an army to get rid of all the guardians. Once they get rid of all the guardians, the moroi has no one to protect them. They will be sitting ducks. When we are out of the way, they will go for the humans and the moroi. They want to rule the world, to eat without a chance of being staked."

The room went quiet. Tatiana stared at me in shock. As she stared at me, I could see, just like Dimitri, all the pieces come together. The light bulb flashed on. "Oh my god! You were right, there is going to be annihilation of every civilized species." She spoke in English.

"I wasn't so sure about it last year, but as time went on I have noticed that most of the strigoi that my group and I have been fighting were dhampires before they were turned."

It looks like that today I was the one to be the conversation killer. Because no spoke a word. The only thing auditable was breathing, and even that was scarce.

"What should be done? I have no idea how to handle this. They are targeting mostly guardians- the attack on St. Vladimir's Academy is proof!" I was getting angry. Not at them, but at the fact that I couldn't think of anything; I had no leads, and no idea on how to protect dhampires throughout the world. What is a girl to do?

"Roza." Dimitri warned, taking my hand. "Успокойтесь, возлюбленный (calm down, sweetheart)"

Just hearing him speak in Russian, with the natural tongue soothed me. The tension in my body eased, but didn't leave. I looked at him and spoke in Russian as well. "Я боюсь (I'm scared)"

He squeezed my hand and leaned in to kiss my forehead to comfort me. He knew I wasn't scared for myself, but for others; for our race. "What are we to do, Dimitri." I asked in Russian still.

He sighed and looked at the Queen. "Any ideas?" He said in English.

"I have an idea." A male voice came.

I looked to my right, and saw Hans standing there. "You speak Russian?" I asked dumbstruck in my native language, English.

He smiled at me. "But шит (no shit)"

My smile betrayed me of how funny I thought that was. It was more ironic than funny, but still… Hans knowing Russian? What are the odds of that?

Then the horror of the situation hit me: I can't insult him in a language he doesn't know. Damn. Here, I thought I might have had the upper hand. What a blow! However, I pushed that aside and went back to business.

"Okay смартасс (smartass)," I smirked to myself when he rolled his eyes at me, "tell me what you have in mind. I am open to any ideas."

He nodded. "First we need to get word out that they are targeting guardians."

"But that will only cause the moroi to panic." Dimitri said.

I snorted. "Like they have much to fear when we are the ones on the menu." I said in Russian.

"Rose." Tatiana warned.

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes again. I could feel Zena and Larisa holding in a laugh. They know my body language and my body language is saying that I think this is ridiculous. I also suspected that they too, felt that this was ridiculous.

"Guardian Hans," I said, my voice rang with curiosity and no sarcasm. Truthfully, I wasn't feeling sarcastic, but curious. I continued in English. "If we were to get word out to every guardian that they are on the strigoi hit list, how do figure we will let them know without alerting the moroi."

He shrugged. "Simple, call a meeting with all council Guardians of each country and find a solution using their expert experience. You are bound to find a good solution with their knowledge."

"And if they decided they don't believe this is happening?" Lev questioned.

"Then they cannot ignore a direct order from their Queen." Tatiana said dangerously.

Woot woot! Go ass kicking Queen. I do believe that this is where her authority should be. She can accomplish a lot when she has that attitude in the right place.

"What do you think, Guardian Belikov?" I asked looking at him.

He nodded, in full business mode now. "I believe Guardian Hans had come up with a very good idea. I believe we will be saving a lot of time doing it this way. It will take a while to warn others, but when we get those expert guardians here, and they realize how serious the situation is and that it is happening right now, then we will accomplish something, then the whole problem. Word will spread out quickly too, like the Black Death and we will end this war with the strigoi once and for all."

It was quiet the speech that Dimitri had made. It was the kind that made want to better yourself for the good of the whole and battle up with armor for the war. It's the speech that can motivate thousands and make them want to follow your lead. Will Dimitri be the leader? The Queen? Me?

I wasn't sure, but I knew one thing, it has to be someone. Someone who has had experience with fighting strigoi. The more I thought about it, the more I thought Dimitri should be the leader. One, he was strigoi once, so he would know exactly what they were thinking and what their limits would be. And especially how long their tempers would last.

"Dimitri I think-" I said in Russian, but was cut off by him.

"We better think this through and see what the council says." Dimitri said, gazing down at me. "The time will come, Rose. When it does, we have to be ready."

I nodded, completely understanding what he was getting at. We have to be at our strongest. We have to be stronger and have more tricks up our sleeves. The stirgoi will show no mercy. "Then we better start training." I looked over at my group and addressed them, though I was already speaking in Russian.

"The rate that we are already training at will not be enough when it comes to the war that the strigoi will bring to us. We have to train longer and harder. Therefore, we will be training in the gym at ten o'clock AM tomorrow morning until four at night. I suggest you go to bed early tonight and bring an extra bottle of water. You are going to need it." I looked around at my group and I felt my face soften. "You guys mean the world to me. I want you to be a total badass when it comes to these strigoi. I want you to show them that they should fear you, not the other way around. God so help me! I will make sure you are ready for them."

They started cheering and coming up to me all of them giving me hugs, and the girls gave me a kiss on the cheek as well. I think I could have started crying right then and there. I felt Dimitri's arm slide around my waist.

"I will have a meeting with all the guardians here in court, Rose." Tatiana said in English this time. "If you don't mind, I want as many guardians training with you and your group. If what I hear from my sources in Russia, you guys are a force to be trifled with. I suppose you have your own method of training?"

I smiled with pride and nodded. "I do."

She gave me one hard nod. "Then I will suggest to the others to meet you there as well. It is a very big gym and we had it rebuilt, so you should fit in every guardian here."

My eyes widened. "Your majesty that is like…an army full."

She shrugged. "Looks like you will be having a couple sessions then. Should I set up a separate time and get back with you on the time later on today?"

I wanted as many guardians ready for this. I nodded. "Yes, do it. Get back to me."

She waved over a guardian and asked him something. He walked over to the end of the room to a desk and got a few pieces of material, walked up to me and handed me them. They turned out to be a piece of yellow paper and an expensive silver pen and it was heavy too.

"Give me your number, Rose, and I will call you when I arrange a time."

I nodded. "I want to hear it from you, though. No one else."

She nodded. "It will be done. This concludes what I wanted to talk about. I will call for you later on when I discover something else or need an update on how things are going for you."

I nodded again for the hundredth time and then turned to my gang and friends. "Let's go." I said in Russian.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"She said let's get out of here." Christian translated. I smiled at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Looks like you learned something after all." I commented to him in English.

He sighed, deciding not to comment on what I said. Smart man, looks like he learned his lesson.

"Where are we going now?" Lissa asked me as we walked out of the court building.

I shrugged and kept walking. "I don't know about you guys, but I just wanted to get out of here. Breath in fresh air." I took in a deep breath and decided to tell her my feelings, even though she most likely knew. "It's bad Liss. I should have told her last year of what my thoughts were on the subject." I said bitterly, anger going towards myself. "That was the reason for our rendezvous."

Understanding shot through the bond, then regret.

"Don't blame yourself, Roza. You weren't sure on the subject." He said, reassuring me.

I shook my head. Dimitri had a point back in the restaurant. A good guardian always states his or her opinion on a subject immediately. I didn't. Does that make me a bad guardian? No, but it makes me look stupid. Hell, reckless even.

"I don't know Comrade. You had a point back in the restaurant. I should have told people my thoughts. I should have alerted someone to my observations. This could have gotten out last year, and now by this time, everyone would be on high alert and ready. I mean, at first I didn't think anything of it. Then when the pieces came together, I was shocked and horrified. Then, I doubted myself. What if I was wrong? And if I was right, what evidence do I have that can back me up?"

"The death of Arthur Schoenberg."

"No, that is just to prove a point; to show motivation."

"Yes it is evidence."

"Sure," I said, seeing his Rose-Logic, "evidence of motivation." I said grumbling. Dimitri moved behind me and brought his hands up to my shoulders and started pushing his thumbs and fingers into my shoulder's skin, messaging me.

Let out a soft moan.

"You need to relax. Stress is not good." He said, and with his Russian accent, God he is sexy!

"I can't help it." I said bitterly.

He let out a sigh and spoke to Denis in his ear. Grr, I hate being out of the loop. Denis looked at me, then at the gang, the Belikov's and my parents, then nodded back to Dimitri. Dimitri's hands stopped massaging my shoulder and snaked around my waist, pulling me to the left, away from the group.

"Dimitri, where are we going?" I asked with slight annoyance in my tone.

He didn't answer.

"Dimitri." I warned. "I am not a woman to be out of the loop."

He looked down at me. Uh, I hate the fact that he is so damn tall! Must be a Russian thing, because all of the Belikov women, besides Yeva, are all taller than me! Uh!

"донт ёу виш ёу кнев" (Don't you wish you knew).

"That is exactly why I am asking!" I yelled in Russian.

"I love the fact that you speak Russian." He said out of the blue. "At least now we can have our own private chats."

"How? Lissa already knows some Russian, and so does my gang."

He looked at me with a secret in his eye and winked at me. Winked! That was hot!

And I was suddenly turned on. I didn't want him to know, but I couldn't help but say what was going through my mind. "ёу аре тоо jotas фор ёур овн гоод" (you are too hot for your own good) I murmured under my breath so that he wouldn't hear my thoughts.

"Я услышал это Roza" (I heard that Roza) He said with a smirk in his tone, and slapped my ass. I didn't hurt, but it startled me a little bit. Worst of all…I liked it. Oh man, I was horny again.

"Dimitri, where are we going?" I asked in English, serious this time.

He sighed, and I felt one of his fingers trace the outline of the top of my pants in the back. Looks like I'm not the only one in that kind of mood…

"What are you smirking about?"

I whipped it off immediately, and said nothing.

"Rose." He said in the same warning tone I used with him.

I kept quiet. He opened a door to a very large building for me, and we walked up the stairs. He removed his arm from around my waist when we entered, and took my hand, entwining our fingers. Dimitri led me up a few stories, then stopped at the fifth and opened the door for me. I walked in and he took the lead again and walked almost halfway down the hall.

He stopped at room number 105 and opened the door with a key, then ushered me inside.

"Are you going to tell me why we are here?" I asked as I stepped inside

"Are you going to tell me what you were smirking about?" He said as he shut the door behind him, swinging it shut without turning away from me. For some reason, he never stopped looking at me since I came back, and that made me feel special. Loved and wanted.

Instead of telling him, I showed him. Two steps brought me to him. I my hands went his chest and pushed him, causing him to take a step back so that he backed up against the door. He smiled at me wickedly, and I returned it with a seductive smile. He knew now.

I leaned my body against his, and gently touched my lips to his, giving his lips a gentle kiss. His arms circled around me, crushed me against him. My lips grazed against his jaw, and down his neck. I stopped at the muscle between his shoulder and the nap of his neck, and grazed my teeth over it. I felt him shudder and I smiled, then pulled back to look in his eyes.

Beginning of Lemon

His eyes were full of lust again, and I figure this was the perfect time to question him. "So, tell me why we are here." I said, bringing my lips down to his chin and giving it a gentle kiss on his dimple there. His chin and cheekbones had stubs of hair, which I found incredibly sexy. My index finger of my left hand slid over to the middle of his chest to where there was a crease and gently slid it down. Down, down all the way down to the zipper of his jeans.

And unzipped it, my hands sliding inside; his whole body tensed up, and I never took my eyes off of his. His shoulders flattened up against the door to support his weight.

"Well?" I asked, knowing very well that I was distracting him.

His eyes clouded over, but I could see where he was trying to think. Men! When sex is involved they never think straight. That's okay, same for me…sometimes.

"Вы хотите меня?" (Do you want me?) I asked in Russian. It came out, sounding like a purr. I stroked what was underneath his pants. His body went rigid, and before I knew it, my legs flew out from under me and I was in his arms.

Within a blink of an eye, I was on his bed with him hovering over me. "You really shouldn't be teasing me Roza." Dimitri said huskily in Russian.

"Oooh, я боюсь теперь" (Oooh, I'm scared now). I said seductively in Russian, my hands sliding up and down his torso and over his shoulders.

He crushed his lips to mine and took off my jacked, then my shirt. I took off his shirt next, then his pants; I wiggled out of my leather pants while taking off his boxers at the same time. Dimitri leaned over to undo my bra, but I grabbed his hands and flipped him over the bed, making me hover over him, and his hands above his head.

"что мы делаем здесь?" (What are we doing here?) I asked again in Russian.

"расслабление" (relaxing) He said, like it was obvious and he had little patience. He reached up and trailed kisses down the front of my throat, all the way down the middle of my chest, then a little bit to my right ride, kissing the exposed skin of my breast.

I moaned, and he went to my other breast, kissing every inch of the exposed skin. One of my legs was wedged between his, and my other leg was on the outside of his, just barely touching his lower thigh. I felt his legs lace around mine; his torso moved to the side, and when he moved, he pushed me down on the bed, freeing my hold on his hands.

Dimitri reached up and undid my bra before I could protest. His mouth was down on my nipple sucking and gently nibbling. I moaned and moaned, and each time I moaned, he sucked harder.

He lifted up his head and looked at me. He looked me in the eyes, and his gazed slid over my face.

"Give me your lips." He said.

I stretched out and met his lips and he kissed me in a frenzy; I kissed him back with just as much passion, because honestly, it wasn't like what he was doing wasn't turning me on. It was more than turned on…I am going off the edge. As we kissed, I felt his hand slide up from the middle of my inner thigh, and up my clit, which had on a lacy red breafs.

My breath caught in anticipation when he did that. This was relaxing. He was right!

"God Dimitri, you don't make this easy!" I yelled, wanting to make him suffer for not telling me why we are here.

He looked at me with a smirk. "Make what easy?"

I reached down and caught his dick in my hand and stroked it. He stopped what he was doing and let out a loud moan. I was satisfied, hearing that. With my thumb, I rubbed the mushroom part. He immediately started to harden. I stroked his length again and he went even harder.

God, I had forgotten how big he was!

He reached down and caught my hand and raised my arms and slid down to my biceps, pinning me to the bed.

He positioned himself correctly, took off my pants and slid in to fingers. I felt the muscles inside squeeze every time he went to pull out. My legs lifted to his hips, causing me more pleasure. His fingers exited completely, but was replaced…by him.

He slid in, not as gently as last night, but not fast. He kept going in and in. I couldn't remember him being so big. I lifted my back off the bed slightly, to keep him coming inside.

I moaned. "Dimitri." I half whispered, half moaned his name in his ear. I nibbled on his ear as we both went into rhythm.

I went faster, wanting more. He did the same, following my lead. After a few moments, I decided that wasn't right. I backed down, and he went faster.

I met his thrust deeply and he moaned. "Roza!" He practically yelled, though it was more of a loud moan.

I leaned up and kissed the front of his throat, then went to his jaw, then his lips. Our lips met, and his tongue licked my bottom lip, demanding entrance. I let him in, and our tongues danced for dominance. I broke the kiss, moving my head to the side, needing air.

He focused on his thrust, and a moment later, he gave a hard thrust.

And I screamed. Not out of pain, but I was hitting ecstasy and my orgasm. I shifted and moved on top of him. I found he went in more, and he moaned.

"You were holding out on me." I accused breathlessly, realizing just how big and long he was.

He reached up, ignoring me slightly, and brought my neck down to meet his lips.

I started thrusting and moving up and down. And shortly, he hit is orgasm and yelled out my name.

When it was over, I laid on his bed, not touching him. Our breathing was heavy and he reached over and brought me closer to him, facing face to face. "I want you close, Roza." He kissed me. "I always want to be with you." He kissed my lips again.

"I love you, Dimitri Belikov." I said, kissing him with so much passion, it was a wonder the lights didn't turn on. The electricity crackled between us, but not out of sexual need, but the familiar connection and love.

"And I love you, Rose Hathaway."

We lay against each other for some time. Our breaths eventually returned back to normal. His fingers gently grazed my collarbone. He went down to my breast, then rubbed my nipple. It scrunched up to a tight ball and I moaned out in pleasure. He slid his hand over to my back and traced my spine, all the way down to my crack. He slid over to my buttocks, then over to my thigh, over my kneecap to the middle of my calf. His hold tightened then hitched it over his hip.

"Are we going for another round?" I asked, kissing him again. I kissed his chin, his cheeks and his nose.

"Are you relaxed now?"

I smirked at him. "You just wanted to get laid again."

He laughed out loud. He grabbed me and pulled half of my body on top of him. "I want to make love to you."

I leaned down far enough to kiss him, but I didn't. I move to where my clit was on top of his dick. "что относительно теперь?" (What about now?) I asked him in a seductive Russian tone.

Then I saw it. His control snapped. It was most likely because I spoke in Russian. I am beginning to develop a theory; he gets majorly turned on when I speak Russian. Which, same goes for me. His native language is a huge turn-on for me.

In less than a blind of an eye, I was under him and I felt him inside me again.

So, we are at it again…like rabbits.

It's a damn good thing I can't get pregnant.

End of Lemon.

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