A.N Thanks to ivashkov'sgirl for the idea (you'll see it later in the chapter) - but I twisted it the OPPOSITE WAY.
:D

This utter darkness seemed to seep away slowly, until eventually I opened my eyes again to see that I was lying on a hospital bed. Chained to a hospital bed. With two Guardians posted at the door, holding their stakes and not letting go. I could tell from the view out of the window, which despite the fact that it was pitch black, and about one a.m, betrayed the fact that this was the Academy Infirmary. For a second, I forgot that I was Strigoi, and looked down at myself, wondering why I was covered in chains, and why it was impossible for me to move more than an inch. Of course, it didn't take long for me to remember. Especially when I could see, through the narrow doorway, Adrian hobbling along towards the room on crutches.
He stood in the doorway, not noticing that I was awake, arguing with the Guardians.

"She's Strigoi, a prisoner; if we don't need her-" He trailed off and Adrian groaned.
"Listen, I need to talk to Rose. I have to tell her something!" he was begging now.
One of the Guardians barked a laugh, mockingly. "I don't think your Rose, will be interested anymore. Strigoi scum,"
But he let Adrian into the room, and I squeezed my eyes shut,pretending that I was still unconscious. Adrian leant forward and whispered something in my ear.
"I forgive you."

Slowly, realising that this was the most I could do for him now, I opened my eyes. I knew that the harsh red colour scared him still, but I still tried to smile reassuringly.
"Adrian, I'm so sorry... I lost it...."
He smiled. "Little Dh-" He stopped himself mid sentence. "Little Strigoi then I guess, I understand. I'm just glad I'm still alive."
"Yeah but I still-"
He shook his head. "You're Strigoi. You should have no soul. No remorse. Your apology - and the fact that I'm stil breathing are enough."

I glanced down at the chains holding me to the bed and sighed.
"Have I SERIOUSLY hurt anyone yet?" He frowned anxiously.
"Not yet no, but really I don't think it's long before you really lose it- for good perhaps. After all, you seem to be 'blacking out' a lot. But no matter, that's not why I came. I came to tell you why your here - I think it might be better if you hear it from me."

He glanced down at the chains as if calculating whether they would hold me while furious and then sighed.
"They're going to torture you for information and then they're going to see how good your self control is. If it holds out then they'll let you live - for now - otherwise..." He shook his head.
I felt deep anger welling up inside me, and felt my hands begin to shake by my sides.
"Control, Rose. Without it you're dead."
"I know that Ivashkov!" I snarled, losing all rationality for a second, while he stepped back, frowning.
"You need to be able to control yourself! I did some research, about St Vladmir and Anna; and I found another case just like yours. The only way for you to survive, will be to kill other Strigoi. That is the only way you will live."

As you can imagine, being told this, didn't help my anger.
A.N Sorry for the lack of action in this chapter, I've been writing this quickly, but don't worry- the next chapters will feature.
*The Fate of Dimitri *Rose's Trials Of Control *Reunion with Janine