Quick message!
I've recently been informed that a user on the site Wattpad has stolen my story. They posted Promise Bound as their own work, and were given no permission to use this fanfiction, nor did this person mention that I was the author. This story was posted under the SAME title, the SAME story, as well as the SAME chapter title.
I've contacted this person, though I doubt he/she will reply, and have posted a comment informing Wattpad on their page.
Please, any other users, is there anything else I can do to make sure this story is taken off Wattpad? I'm new at Wattpad, but am extremely upset to learn that this person has stolen my story! I'm not here to rant and rave about the "injustice of it all", I'm simply asking someone, anyone, to help me out, and aid me in seeing that my work doesn't continue to be abused.
Please?
This is the link to my story, Promise Bound(without the spaces):www. fanfiction .net/s/6008819/1/Promise_Bound
And this is the link to the copied work(without the spaces): www. wattpad .com/625066-promise-bound?p=1
I slam my fist against the door, still tense from my conversation with Dimitri.
"Lissa! Liss, open the door! Lissa-"
The door swings open, and Lissa doesn't even greet me, doesn't even look at me, really, before grabbing me by my wrist and dragging me out of the doorway, into the hallway.
"Lissa, what is going on? Where are we going? Why did you call me, Liss, I was talking to Dimitri-"
"It's Adrian."
That's all I have to hear.
I follow.
When Lissa pulls me into the infirmary, my heart sinks, my pulse pounds. Adrian's in the infirmary.
"I got the call this morning," Lissa explains, her voice cracking. "Rose, I don't know how much more of this I can take. I don't know how much more we can take, all of us. After everything that everyone's been through..."
I want to protest, beg her to tell me what has happened to Adrian, but before I can voice my pleas, Lissa drags me into a hospital room. It's large, a private room - only the best for the nephew of the late Queen.
Adrian is laying in the bed, looking deathly pale, his forehead bright with perspiration. His eyes are bloodshot, dragged down by heavy dark circles. He is attatched to two IV's - one filled with some unknown fluids, and one filled with blood.
He looks like he's on the border of death.
"Adrian?" I whisper, overwhelmed by the very sight of him. His deep green eyes are dull, and his smile doesn't penetrate the surface of his skin. "God, sweetheart, how are you feeling? What happened to you?"
He doesn't move, he's completely lifeless. "Alcohol poisoning. I spent a little too much time at the bar this week..."
Both Lissa and I sigh - of course. I sit at his bedside, and take his cold, frail hand. "Adrian, you have to stop this. You're going to kill yourself. And how the hell do you think I'm going to live without you?"
Giving a weak smile, Adrian blinks tiredly, tears welling in his eyes. He grips my hand tightly, trembling. "Rose, I see it. I see it, over and over, it keeps playing in my head. I can't let it go. It's there... it's always there..."
Lissa and I share a worried glance over Adrian's current lapse of sanity. "What's always there, Honey?" I ask, trying to keep from upsetting him further.
"My thoughts!" he cries, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "He's always there! Torturing me, making me see things, horrible things. Only the alcohol keeps them away, Rose. I have to drown them! I have to drown him!"
"Him?" I say gently. "Who's him? Viktor?"
Tearfully, Adrian nods.
"Adrian, he's not really there. You don't have to... drown him. You've been overrun by magic, Adrian, and you're suffering from the darkness."
"But I do!" Adrian yelled, sitting up sharply in his bed. "I do! He's always there, he's always watching me! He tries to kill me! He'll come for me, he'll kill me!
Oh God, he's gone completely mad. "Adrian, Honey, it won't matter unless you kill yourself, first-"
Suddenly, three nurses rush in after Adrian's fit, and begin immediately assessing him. "I think you should leave," one says to us, a bite in her voice.
"No!" Adrian screams. "No! He'll come for me! He'll kill me!"
Adrian begins to struggle, flailing his arms about, trying to knock away nurses who are attempting to sedate him.
"He needs anti-depressants!" Lissa cries over the commotion. "He needs to be cut off from the magic. His own darkness it just making things worse, he has to be able to deal with Robert's magic seperately!"
She sets off to find a doctor, while I watch as Adrian is pinned onto the hospital bed, and quickly sedated. Tears spill from my eyes in rivers, soaking my skin and blurring my vison. Adrian...
"Roza?" comes a whisper from the doorway, and I fling myself into Dimitri's arms, sobbing helplessly. Despite our earlier angst, Dimitri wraps his arms around me. Our roles have reversed, and he is comforting me in my time of need.
Dimitri gently walks me away from the doorway, where the doctor enters, followed by a determined Lissa. He's a middle-aged man, a Moroi, with a hard, cold expression.
"Please! I've been through this! Doctor Olen-"
The man huffs, pushing his round glasses up his nose. "Look, I don't know what your school nurse told you, but I will not prescribe to such medication without doing a few more tests-"
"No!" Lissa cries! "He'll only get worse! He needs them now!"
The Doctor brushes her aside, moving to Adrian's bedside an assessing his charts. His neglectance only makes me cry harder - Adrian needed immediate action, or else he could completely lose his mind, just like Robert had.
But Lissa, ever-determined, didn't stop.
"Listen-!" Her eyes are blazing with fury, and even without the bond, I can tell she is conjuring up her magic, her compulsion.
"Lissa! Don't do this, Liss, you can't handle any more magic!"
Her eyes are flooded with tears, as are mine, but I can't let her sacrifice herself. Not like this.
Suddenly, Adrian begins to scream, fighting and clawing at the nurses around him. I sob, and collapse into Dimitri's arms, burying my face into his chest, although I can still hear his cries of terror.
Dimitri grips my forearms, turning me towards Lissa, into her arms. We both watch as Dimitri stalks over to the doctor, grabs him by the front of his white coat, and drags him out of the door.
Oh God, where was he going?
Lissa and I cling onto each other, sobbing. Adrian continues to cry out, yelling and thrashing about on his bed, screaming for someone - anyone.
Just when I think I will collapse from the grief, the doctor reenters, looking pale, even for a Moroi. He glares at Dimitri, who has entered behind him.
"We'll start him on anti-depressants immediately."
Dimitri nods, before pulling both Lissa and I out of the hospital room, and into the waiting area. Lissa immediately begins to dial for Christian.
"Dimitri," I whisper. "What did you say to him? He wouldn't even listen to Lissa. How did you...?"
He smiles, and sits in one of the vinyl chairs, pulling me into his arms.
"I just suggested that the Royal community might be upset that instead of being treated, he was just being sedated. I also promised that I'd be the one to tell them, if he wasn't treated immediately."
"You threatened him?" I asked, trying to suppress my amusement.
"Not threatened. It was more of a warning..." He presses his lips against my temple, just holding me.
I bury my face into his chest, letting my tears fall. "Thank you for doing that for him. You have no idea how much it means to me."
"I do, Roza. I know you can't live without him. He's a good man. He doesn't deserve to live like that."
I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck. I'm now sitting fully in his lap. leaning my head against his chest. We're so absorbed in each other that we almost don't notice as the door opens, and Christian enters.
Lissa immediately jumps into his arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him. His eyes go wide, but he just complies, folding his arms under her and whispering into her ear.
"How is Adrian?" he asks, looking quite gaunt himself. We fill him in on Adrian's condition, and then the four of us collapse into the chairs. Hours pass, and we end up practically camping in the tiny waiting room, sitting cross-legged on the floor, sipping coffee, reminiscing of days at the academy, of our school years, of training.
We share stories of Lissa and I's first meeting, of training days with Dimitri, of the people Christian's threatened to light on fire. We wait to hear from the doctors and nurses, but as the hours pass, we assume that everything is fine, or has gone terribly wrong.
When visiting hours finally end, we all head back to Adrian's room, desperate to see how he is, but we're stopped by a nurse.
"Visiting hours are over. You can visit Lord Ivashkov tomorrow."
"Please," I beg. "How is he?"
The nurse clenches her jaw, but looks down at her chart. "He's sleeping now. He responded well to the anti-depressants, and sedation wasn't needed. He just needs to rest."
We nod, thankful for the small bit of information we're given, and depart the hospital. Christian vows to stay with Lissa tonight, and Dimitri follows me back to my room.
I dig my keys out of my purse, Dimitri's warm hand on my shoulder. He allows me to pull him gently by the wrist into my room, following loyally. He waits for me to remove his coat, then does the same for me, bringing me to the bed and pulling off my shoes. He presses his thumbs against the balls of my feet momentarily, then kisses my forehead, tucking me into bed.
"Adrian will be fine." Tucking the covers over me, he straightens the sheets, before gently rising. "Do you need anything?" he asks, his forefinger hovering over the lightswitch.
"You," I whisper, stretching my arms out towards him. Kind of a desperate move, but then again, I'm desperate for comfort.
With a sigh, Dimitri removes his own shoes before crawling into bed with me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling my back to his chest.
"I'll be here when you wake up. Sleep, Roza."
I comply.
True to his word, Dimitri laying beside me when I wake. We lay in bed for several more minutes, just staring at each other, neither of us speaking.
Finally, I say, "Good morning."
He smiles, leaning forward to press his lips against my temple. "Do you want anything for breakfast?"
Shaking my head, I can honestly say I'm not hungry. "No."
"How are you feeling?"
Oh, Dimitri. Always a worrier, always taking care of me.
"I'm feeling better. You?"
"Good," he whispers, smiling. "Rose, I don't know when you'll be up to it, but... we still need to talk. About us."
"Not right now," I say, reaching out to brush the strands of hair away from his face.
We just lay together, neither of us touching, neither of us talking.
What seems like an eternity passes, but that comfortable feeling has began to return, the one where the silences aren't awkward or unsure. And here I'd thought it had faded forever. I suppose some things never fade. Not forever, at least.
"Have you heard from Lissa?" I ask, breaking our silence.
He shakes his head. "No, I'd suspect she's still sleeping. You two went through a lot yesterday."
"Thank you," I murmur. "Thank you, again, for what you did for Adrian."
"Of course, Roza, you know I love you."
My throat suddenly closes up, my eyes fill with tears. "I know, Dimitri. I love you too."
"Can we... talk now?"
I nod, knowing there's no way to avoid this. "Yes. I think it's time we did."
...
We sit in the cramped living room, sitting across from each other, avoiding all eye contact.
Deciding this is getting us no where, I start. "Dimitri..."
"I was scared," he whispers, staring out of the window, his eyes watching as the heavy drops hit the glass and splatter, falling down towards the pane. "I was scared of losing you again. I thought that you'd leave, and if I'd let myself depend on you, I'd completely fall apart when you left me again."
I'm curled up defensively, my legs tucked underneath me, hands in my lap. "You left me too, Dimitri. You completely abandoned me when I needed you the most. I thought I'd lost you forever, I needed you, and you just pushed me away. You told the Guardians that I wasn't allowed to see you, and you avoided me for months."
"I know," he murmurs. "I know. I've ruined everything."
"No, Dimitri, this was my fault, too. I ran. I was the one who ran away. You weren't the only one who screwed up."
"Why, Rose?" he chokes. "Why did you run?"
I wipe my eyes before any more tears can escape. I've cried enough the past few weeks. "Because... God, I ran away for so many reasons. I was hurt, Dimitri. I was jealous. I had trecked through Russia, had given up everything, and then Lissa showed up at the last minute and you worshipped the ground she walked on. It was like I was being replaced. It's silly, but I just felt... disposable."
"Roza-"
"Please," I beg. "Please, Dimitri I need to finish this. Please, let me get this out."
He hesitates, but nods.
"I was hurt and jealous and... desperate. It's like... like when Lissa cut her wrists. I was so desperate for an escape, a way out, that I went to extreme methods. I had just been declared innocent, I was scared and felt alone. It was stupid, and we should have had this conversation a long time ago. But I felt like you'd never even acknowledge me. I thought you didn't care. So... I ran."
He nods, as if finally understanding, although I'm not sure he truly does.
"I do care, Rose. I fell apart when you left!"
"Dimitri," I beg. "Please, I know what I did was wrong, but I'm asking for forgiveness. Can you, can we, move past this?"
He nods, kneeling in front of me, holding my hands in his own. "Yes, Roza, of course. I should be the one asking forgiveness, I-"
"And I forgive you," I say, with a small smile. "It's over, Dimitri. It's over. It's not going to be easy, but we have to try, right?"
He slides onto the couch beside me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
"We'll do more than try."
Corny ending, but it's not over yet. Don't worry!