~ 5 Days Later ~
Adrian's POV
I was at my limit of insanity. It must have been my spirit… my spirit must have been causing me to go more crazy then I'd ever been.
I was seeing things… I was hallucinating.
I was scared because I knew it wasn't just because I was drunk anymore, for a whole day I stopped drinking just to see if the hallucination would go.
It didn't. And you know what? As much as it freaked me out, I was glad it was still there.
I was glad she was still there. In some messed up way.
I was scared about the going crazy part, but hey, this definitely wasn't the worst way to go.
As I shut my door and stumbled from the weight of the 20 pack of vodka I'd just bought in my hands, I sensed her presence.
"If you're here to tell me to stop drinking, don't bother." I mumbled, I wasn't even game enough to look up.
I heard a soft sigh. "Wouldn't dream of it, Adrian."
At the sound of her voice, I did look up. I knew my eyes were probably as wide as saucers, because despite the many times I'd seen her before, in no way could I get used to this. It was still too shocking.
There she was. My little Dhampir.
The best hallucination I could ever have was standing right in front of me.
It had only been eight days since she was killed, but seeing her now, it felt like it had been an internity.
"Close your mouth, Ivashkov. You'll catch flies." She said and smiled that beautiful smile. Every time she spoke I felt a shiver go down my spine.
She stood about two meters away from me. Almost casually, she was leant against my fireplace. Her long dark hair fell in slight curls down her shoulders. She was wearing a loose beautiful long white shirt and her normal black jeans. They were not the clothes she had been wearing when she was executed but I wasn't complaining.
She looked like an angel.
"Jesus," I said slowly. "My imagination is good."
At that, her smile fell and her brown eyes looked at me in annoyance.
"Would you stop saying that?" Rose said. "For the last time, I am not your imagination, your conscious, your hallucination, your" she put her hands up and quoted. "'dream Rose. It's just me, Rose. Sure, I'm kind of a ghost and all but," She shrugged. "Still the same person."
"Kind of ghost?" I said and scoffed, "Yeah sure. No big deal or anything." I shook my head and took out my first bottle of vodka. "I can't see ghosts."
"You can." Dream Rose said, or well, growled.
"I can't."
"You can."
"I can't."
"You can!"
"I can't—" I snapped my head up to see her face a couple of inches away from mine.
I froze.
She was so close, and looked, so, so real. My chest ached.
She lowered her voice. "I'm not a hallucination, Adrian."
"But-"
She cut me off. "And the sooner you start realising that, the sooner you can bring me back."
Huh? "Bring you back? Wha—no, I can't bring you back." I turned away from her, which was hard for me to do. "You're gone." I whispered. "Gone forever."
"I'm not. I don't have to be."
This was ridiculous. "Yes you are! You. Are. Gone, dead. Never coming back and I'm so mad at you for that!" I exploded. My body was trembling. How many times did we have to go over this? "And now I'm going crazy! Spirit is taking over me and you're not here to help me!"
"Adrian…"
I squeezed my eyes shut. "You sound just like her… how do you sound like this, how do you look like this?"
Finally I built up the courage to look back at her. She was now sat on my couch, her eyes were troubled and she looked like she was deep in thought.
If she didn't have that slight faded look to her, I would think that everything was normal, that she was still alive and was just sitting in my room.
Yeah.. If only.
"You really think you're just going crazy? That you're seeing things." She asked although it sounded more like a statement then a question.
"Yes." I answered quietly.
She stared at me for a long period of time, her gaze was so familiar, so much like the live Rose it was heartbreaking.
"Let me show you a cool trick." She said and smiled. I was glad to see that expression back.
She got off the couch and stretched, as strange as that was at this moment. She stretched her arms and then rubbed her hands together.
"Now, I'm a little rusty, but I have done it a couple times before." She said and smirked. She looked around the room until her eyes settled on an empty packet of clove cigarettes, that reminded me I needed some more. She rolled her eyes. "You finished that 75 pack in two days?" How she knew that, I wasn't sure.
"What are you doing—"
"Shhhh," she hushed waving her hand at me. "I need to concentrate."
I was really confused, and tired. I took a long drink of vodka.
'Rose' closed her eyes and then opened them. Softly she placed her hand on the cigeret packet— and then pushed.
They fell off the table silently.
I stiffened. How the hell?
She smiled brightly, looking proud of herself. "This time, you can't blame it on the vodka." She said. "You've only had two sips."
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