A/N: I must admit, i'm a little disappointed with the amount of reviews. I had about 20 people add my story to their favourites and alerts, but only about 7 reviews. :(

Oh well, HEY, im reading the series again:) almost finished vampire academy for like, the millionth time. Never gets old:)

Disclaimer: Richelle Mead owns this spectacular series, and the characters... except Adrian. Yeah, I own him. He's pretty coooool. ;)

Chapter 12.

Dimitri's POV.

I saw Rose and Eddie fighting the Strigoi out the corner of my eye, but I had my own fight going on, so I didn't really give it much thought. Rose was a good fighter, she would be fine. I staked my Strigoi, and he fell. I turned ready to face another opponent, when I saw Rose sway a little on her feet, then collapse. Eddie had noticed this just before I did and was already rushing to her side. I glanced around first, seeing the bodies covering the ground. It was all over.

I hurried to Rose and Eddie. He had half pulled her into his lap, her head resting on his leg. A shot of jealousy ran through me, seeing how he could hold her like that in public and no one would give it a second thought. I couldn't do that. I shook of the dark feelings. Rose was in danger and I had to get to her.

"What happened?" I asked desperately, causing Eddie to jump slightly. He had been bent over Rose, talking softly and stroking her face.

"I'm not sure. She was fine, and then she just... passed out," he cast another worried look down at my Roza. "She didn't even get hurt, the Strigoi didn't touch her." I nodded in acknowledgement. I knelt down, my hand hovering over her. Eddie shifted back and I took Rose in my arms, lifting her easily. There didn't appear to be any physical damage to her body, besides a red mark on the side of her face. She had been hit.

"Will she be okay?" Eddie asked me in a frightened voice. I knew there was nothing going on between them, that Eddie had always assumed Rose and Mason had been together, but, I couldn't help but feel a little bit of resentment toward the novice.

"Concussion, I think. She should be fine." Hopefully. I added silently. "Roza," I murmured softly. "Roza, wake up." She didn't even stir. Panic flared in my chest. What if she had other injuries and I didn't know. What if she didn't wake up? Oh God. My heart was racing.

Eddie looked at me. "Come on, Guardian Belikov, we need to take her to the medical unit. She needs to be checked."

We walked in silence, me carrying Roza. I looked all around me, people were standing in huddles, talking quietly about what had just gone down. Others were nursing wounds of their own, or helping friends to the hospital. It appeared Rose was the only one who was not conscious.

Strigoi covered the ground, all dead. There were dozens of them! I had never seen Strigoi numbers like this. It was shocking. Another thing occurred to me, how did they get in? There was no way a Strigoi could break wards. Of course, we knew now that humans were working with Strigoi, and they could touch stakes. They could have broken the wards surrounding the school.

Eddie and I reached the nurse, and I laid Rose down on one of the spare beds. Dr. Olendzki hurriedly came over.

"Oh, not again! Rose spends more time in here than she does anywhere else!" she exclaimed, although there was worry in her voice. I suspected that she had grown fond of Rose. It was hard not to, what with her beauty, great sense of humour, and of course, her ability to break rules to help out her friends.

"I think she has a concussion," I told Dr. Olendzki. "It looks like she was hit in the side of her head." I pointed to the mark on Rose's gorgeous face.

Dr. Olendzki nodded, looking thoughtful. "Yes, you're probably right. Was it a Strigoi?" she looked up at me. I didn't actually know if it was a Strigoi, but I assumed that it had been.

"Yes, I believe so." I took Rose's hand in mine, not caring what people thought. I squeezed her hand. Her fingers twitched in mine, and slowly, her eyes fluttered open. I let out a sigh of relief, not realising that I had been holding my breath for a while now and it felt good to fill my lungs with fresh air again.

"Dimitri..." she whispered, her voice hoarse. Dr. Olendzki was fussing around, checking her temperature and heart rate.

"I'm here Roza, right here." I rubbed soothing circles on the back of her hand with my thumb.

"Rose, how are you feeling? Can you tell me what happened?" That was Dr. Olendzki.

Rose looked as though she had to think for a moment before replying. "I feel a little dizzy, but otherwise okay. And, oh my gosh! It was Kirova! She's Strigoi, or... she was a Strigoi. But she isn't anymore, well, she technically still is a Strigoi... just a dead one." Rose finished. I took a few seconds to contemplate what she had said. Kirova... a Strigoi?

"Rose... are you sure it was Kirova?" maybe Rose had suffered from a concussion. I wasn't sure if I believed her or not. After being hit in the head, she wasn't exactly a liable source.

Rose nodded her head vigorously, but stopped when she winced. "Deadly sure. I fought her, and I won." She said the last line bluntly. It wasn't everyday you fought and killed your headmistress, although I'm sure a lot of students have fantasised about it.

Suddenly Rose shot up, and gasped. My hands flew to her, thinking something was hurting. "Rose, what's wrong?" I asked desperately. Panic was evident upon her face.

"Lissa! And Paul and Viktoria!" Oh God. I hadn't even thought of my sister or my nephew or the last remaining Dragomir. All I had been thinking of was Rose. Shit.

I looked at her, letting my gaze run over her. I liked what I saw, but the look was purely to see if she looked healthy enough to walk. She noticed my gaze and flushed a lovely pink. I raised my eyes back to her face. "Do you think you can walk? Do you feel up to it?"

"Yes, I'm fine, let's just go. I need to make sure Lissa is okay..." She slid out of the bed, but she stumbled a little. I grabbed her arm, helping her regain her balance. "It's fine." She muttered. I decided not to ask. She wouldn't give me a straight answer even if she was dying. We left the medical room.

ROSE'S POV.

As we left the hospital, I reached out through the bond to find Lissa. I slipped into her mind easily. A quick assessment of her thoughts, and I found that she was fine, worried, but not hurt. Lissa was in the commons, which were full of students and guardians alike. It was completely packed out. I pulled out of her head, coming back into my own mind once again. Dimitri was looking at me intently.

"She's in the commons with Paul and Viktoria. They're all okay." Relief washed through me. I had been so worried about Lissa, my best friend, my sister.

Dimitri caught me a little off guard when he bent down and lightly brushed his lips against my own. My breath caught and I leaned toward him, kissing him with passion. He responded by winding his arms around my body and pulling me closer to him. The kiss started soft and gentle, but still full of passion, then it changed in intensity. I crushed myself to him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest and our breathing grew heavier.

He pushed me against the nearest wall. Breaking the kiss, he then proceeded to trail sensual kisses down my neck. "Roza." He murmured, voice husky. The sound of my Russian nickname sent shivers down my spine, and I pulled his face back to mine, catching his lower lip between mine, sucking it lightly. He moaned into my mouth.

Then, without warning, he pulled away. "Roza," he began with laboured breath. "We can't do this, not now and especially not in the corridor where anyone could see." I felt deflated after that wonderful kiss. My lips and skin still burned from where his own lips and left kisses.

Dimitri leaned in again, kissing me softly. The fire was gone, but there was still passion there. It was soft and sweet. I held his face gently in my hands, marvelling at his beauty. Every day, my love for him had grown stronger, intensifying in moments where we shared those stolen kisses in the gym.

He pulled away one last time. "Come on, Roza, we should get to the commons and see if everyone is okay." He grabbed one of my hands, pulling it from his face, but not letting go. We walked hand in hand. It felt good to hold his hand; it was a warm and comforting feeling, like we were meant to be like this. As we walked, thoughts of Christian and Jesse suddenly came flooding back to me. I felt the worry build up in me again, I hoped that Christian would be okay... Jesse, well I didn't want to see him die, but, Christian was the one i was worried about most. I just needed to know where he was and if he was still alive...

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