So, here will be the next chapter! Thanks to everyone who is still keeping up reading this but if it helps - THE chapter will be up soon (I've already written it) but there will be another two to fill. So please stay patient here!

WARNING: This chapter actually does name rape, so please, if you're not up to it, skip the italic written section. It's a nightmare, Rose is having. Please mind this warning!

CHAPTER 15 – Nightmares

The evening had been very relaxing for me. Being around Dimitri's family with him together gave me the feeling of belonging to them. Though after Yeva's remark Olena kept looking between Dimitri and I suspiciously, the dinner had been relaxing. After Yeva had left to retire for the night, the rest of us cleaned up the table and went back to the living room for more chatting. Since Dimitri hadn't seen his family in such a long time, there was a lot they had to talk about. Most of the times I zoomed out as I was really tired from the flight and drive, with my body still being weak.

I only tried to focus as soon as the talks returned to Dimitri's youth, something I was really interested in. Since this man still held my heart, I wanted to know everything that was possible about him, since Dimitri didn't really much from himself.

So we stayed there, talking long into the night until I saw Dimitri stiffening a yawn, looking as tired as I felt. I probably didn't look any better than him anyway. Saying our good nights, we quickly went upstairs to our bedrooms.

When it was time for us to separate, Dimitri caught my arm, looking deeply into my eyes. "Are you okay with staying alone?" He asked worried. Ever since I had been rescued, I had never stayed separated from him for a long time, not even at night. Dimitri had even accompanied me at the darkest hours of my life now.

I tried to give him a reassuring smile, but failed miserably. I just couldn't really be alone; not in a house I wasn't used to and certainly not without Dimitri. But remembering something he had told me, made me realize that now was the time to try and start walking on my own feet. Knowing I would still fail from time to time, this family had given me something very preciously. They had given me the strength to do take the first step on my own, knowing that Dimitri was still there to support me.

"I'll try it, okay? I don't know if it works but someday I should be able to sleep alone again." I said bravely, though not really feeling like it at all. I wanted to show Dimitri that I was ready to walk, yet asking for his support at the same time.

Reassuringly, Dimitri smiled down at me. "Okay. I will be there if something is not right. And f it doesn't work, just come over, okay?" His arm had made its way around my shoulder, pulling me closer towards him. Returning his hug, I relished in his smell to give me strength for the night. Feeling his lips on my forehead for a short good-night kiss, I tightened my grip on him shortly, before stepping out of his embrace.

"Good night, Dimitri. Sleep well." I said smiling.

Returning my smile happily, Dimitri answered: "Good night, Rose. Sleep well."

Before I closed the door to my room to get changed, I heard him whispering something that sounded strangely like "I'm proud of you." but he had said it in such a quiet way that I really couldn't be sure. Smiling to myself slightly, I quickly changed into a comfy red pajama and a black t-shirt I had stolen from Dimitri earlier. I hoped the smell of his aftershave would help my mind to be lured into thinking that Dimitri was with me.

Crawling under the covers of the bed, I sighed happily when I felt my body relaxing. It had been a long day and I was absolutely exhausted and tired. Closing my eyes, I pictured his well muscled body beside me, his arms wrapped around me, creating a cocoon of safety for me.

I didn't know when I fell asleep exactly, but it must have been quickly due to my exhaustion. But as soon as the picture in front of my eyes enrolled, I knew I was in trouble. My dreams were forcing me to return to the darkness and cold of the room I had been tortured in. Fighting this dream to return back to reality didn't help me and so I had to watch helplessly as the scenery in front of me became alive.

I felt the headache drumming against my scull, the awful taste of the chloroform still in my nose making the bile rose in my throat. I had lost my orientation, the room being in the. Trying to move around a little bit, I felt my arms and legs being fixed to the frame of the small bed I laid on. The mattress smelled awfully and I really didn't want to know how old it was.

Faint food steps getting louder by the second told me that I was no longer alone. Wherever I was. Slowly I felt the headache retreating, making it possible for me to think more clearly. Still staying still, I tried to gather more information about my surroundings. After Spokane this was the second time I was kidnapped, but this here seemed far more planned than the kidnapping almost half a year ago.

"I know you're awake, Rose." Suddenly a cold voice hissed close to me, startling me. "You can stop pretending now." The cover over my eyes was removed suddenly, making me groan in pain when bright light met my eyes.

I had to try several times to open them but finally succeeded though I wished I haven't immediately. Looming above me was a Strigoi – his red brimmed eyes staring down, the white fangs glooming dangerously. His smile was everything but promising pain.

For the first time I really felt scared. Realizing that this Strigoi was a totally different kind of the one's I've already met. His presence screamed torture and enjoying causing pain. I tried to scurry away from him, but the chains on my arms and leg didn't bent. Now I knew what had caused the unpleasant pain I felt before.

"What do you want?" I tried to buy myself some time. I had to think of a plan to get out of here. My parents probably didn't have any I idea where I was. Regarding that I didn't know either it would be difficult to get away. Letting my gaze wander through the room they kept me in, I tried to gather some more information. Soon I had to find out that it was to no avail – it was only a small room with an even smaller window up high. Absolutely not reachable for me.

"Oh, just some information. That was the original plan at least. Now … now I'm afraid the priorities have changed. I had no idea how beautiful you are." The Strigoi said, smiling cruelly, leaning down and whispered in my ear. "You are now my new priority."

I felt my heart moving rapidly in my chest, pumping adrenaline through my veins. As I had guessed, I wouldn't come out of here unharmed. Smelling my fear, the Strigoi's smile even grew wider, giving him a look of utter confidence. He knew I was trapped and there was no way out for me.

Leaning down more, his eyes started to roam my face, wandering down to my rapidly beating pulse. He probably could hear the blood running through my veins, keeping me alive. When his eyes were fixed on my pulse, his lips turned into a sneer.

"I think that you're wearing too much clothing for my liking." Before I could protest in any way, the Strigoi had grabbed at my shirt and tore it open, so that my chest and stomach were exposed to his roaming glance. "You are truly beautiful!" he whispered in a voice that could have been seductive if it hadn't come out of the mouth of such an evil creature.

When his cold hands started to move from my lips, down my throat and even further, a scary thought sprang to my mind. What if he wouldn't only want to drink my blood but something else? Something I would never give up freely towards him?

The Strigoi leaned further down and smelled at the skin over my aorta, his hands gripping my hips painfully. "You smell just like a bouquet of Roses. I'm afraid I can't withstand this temptation."

This was the only warning I got before he bit down hard, his sharp teeth piercing through my skin. His bite hurt, but as soon as the endorphins in his saliva invaded my blood stream, the pain lessened and I felt my mind getting in some sort of hyper drive. I had known that being bit by a Moroi made you feel like smoking the best grass, but I hadn't been prepared for the same effect when being bitten by a Strigoi. I felt my body relaxing though my mind screaming at me in alert.

Astonishingly it hadn't been his idea to turn me, because after taking a few deep gulps he stopped, kissing the skin on my throat tenderly. "You even taste wonderful."

I could feel my body weakened though he didn't drink so much blood. "What are you doing to me?" I asked him, hoping to distract him from his original plan.

"Oh, we're going to have some fun." He said, smiling cruelly, before tearing my pants open. "We won't need those, Darling."

I tried to squirm away from his touch, but the binding of my arms and legs was too tight to allow me even only a little escape. His cold touch went down and up my tights, his gaze being fixed on my private area. I wasn't sure whether it was because of his stare or the coldness of the room, but I had goosebumps everywhere. Feeling his finger at the waistband of my pants, I went from scared to downright frighten. Now it was obviously what he wanted.

"Please don't do this!" I begged, having never thought to ever do this. "Please!" But I don't care now as it was not my pride being at stake, but my survival.

His eyes looked with mine, watching me squirm coldly. "I want this and I know you do, too. You're already wet for me, Rose!"

"No!" I screamed when he tore my pants away. Tears started to slide down my cheeks. I was so scared now that I didn't care to show this weakness. But I regretted this as soon as the Strigoi saw my wet cheeks.

Leaning up towards my face, he whisked away the tears, still smiling. "I'll make you scream, both in pleasure and in pain. But I will never see you cry again or I will punish you so severely that you'll only feel pain. Trust me." With that said, he turned back to gaze at my private area, ignoring my erratic breathing. "Now you'll scream for me. I want you to scream my name: Steve and only that."

Without any further warnings he pushed his fingers into my tight entrance. I had never felt such an intense pain before. I felt as if I was being ripped open, his fingers tearing through my soft flesh. As he had promised me, I screamed.

"Roza! Wake up!" It was a command I happily tried to oblige.

I was awoken by gentle fingers, tracing the lines of my face and gentle whispering. "Roza, come back to me." It sounded like the voice of an angel, like the voice of my personal Guardian angel.

Pushing the last pictures of the dream with all strength I could muster into the back of my mind, I focused only on the feeling of being wrapped up in Dimitri's arms safely.

I really hope it wasn't too much detail? Please tell me if you've felt uncomfortable reading it!

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