Dimitri's P.O.V
Another attractive moroi gave me a slip of paper with her number, gives me a flirtatious wink before leaving. I put the number in my pocket, simply to not seem mean and look back down at my drink.
"Another shot." I tell the bartender. He gives me a wary look before rushing out to give me my order. A funny thought occurs to me, I remember Rose getting on Adrian about drinking his sorrows and madness away – I wonder what she'll think of me now?
I know what everyone else thinks, I'm the amazing guardian in the night. Protecting my moroi at all cost but when the sunrises you can find me in the bar, in the fifth stool with a few empty shots of Russian vodka and moping over his lost love. The bartender gives me another shot but I can tell this is gonna be the last.
Marge knows my routine and never lets me go over ten. He kicks me out afterwards. I savor the last drink before giving him his money, with a tip, and leaving the bar. The sun hits me full blast, warming up my slightly cold body. I trudge to our – my apartment.
It's dark inside, the curtains down.
Everything's the same. The coffee table still has Rose's empty bottle of soda at the edge, without a coaster. I left everything the way it was, almost as if it's trapped in time. Ready to be awakened again by Rose's presence. I walk to our bedroom.
The most joyous place and saddest place in the apartment. When Roza was taken all those months ago, the last place we were happy together – when I worshipped her and told her how much I loved her and then practically spit her out afterwards. The sheets were still disheveled from the actives, and will remain that way till she comes back.
I don't sleep in the bed, I never do. I will when I have my Roza cuddled up beside me. I give one last wishful look before leaving to the living room. I plop on the couch which Rose was rarely on.
The couch is uncomfortable yet it's the only place I can be in this home without breathing in Rose's essence.
5 Minutes Missing
I was being unreasonable. I can tell that, I was being stupid, I loved Roza and just being her boyfriend and being able to call her mine was all I ever needed. All I'll ever need. Yet her stubbornness was starting to rub off on me, because I didn't want to be the first one to admit it. I stared down at the Lobby floor tiles; it was the lobby of the royal palace housing, in the north wing. I felt the warm wind of the double doors of the lobby opening and some of the papers on the desk fluttered and would have been swept away if it wasn't for the little paper weight on them.
Adrian walked in with Sydney close in tow both faces creased with worry.
"Tell me that what happened upstairs was just some guardian freakish training thing?" He asked me in near hysterics.
"You mean me and Rose's fight?" I asked him. I knew Adrian wasn't the smartest in the bunch yet our couple fight had nothing to do with being a guardian. Plus it wasn't something I wanted to discuss with Adrian, of all people.
"Fight, what fight?" He asked. "I'm talking about the man who gagged Rose." This caught my attention and my complaining about Rose and our fight went out the window, I didn't bother to stick around with Adrian and ran straight to the elevators both of them behind me. I couldn't press the button hard enough and the damn box couldn't move fast enough.
I would have taken the steps yet me and Rose's apartment was at the pent house floor. Once the elevator dinged I sprinted out the doors and looked down the lavish hallway to me and Rose's apartment door. The only person who was in the hall was our neighbor, Kharli Lazar who was always on the phone.
I passed her and rushed to the door. Adrian came with me while Sydney stayed and talked to Kharli to get information. I dashed around the house, calling Rose's name yet I came empty handed me and Adrian met back in the living room.
"Find her?" I knew he knew the answer since, well, she wasn't with me. I ignored him and left the apartment to see Sydney and Kharli talking. Kharli was on the snobby side, always had a phone to her ear and never paid much attention to anyone else. She definitely wasn't gonna to a human.
"Shouldn't you be out catching a disease or something? Shoo, human." Kharli said waving her hand while trying to resume the conversation. Sydney glowered at the royal. I sped over to Kharli and snatched the phone away from her and smashed it on the wall behind her. Kharli let out a high pitched scream while cowering.
"What was that for?" She asked as she tried to get away from us – mostly me as possible. "Freaks!" She screamed as she tried to make a run for it to her apartment. I quickly caught her arm, not even taking a step myself and dragged her back. This time she was really screaming.
"Let me go!" She screamed while thrashing in my grip. "Let me go!" She repeated while racking her nails down my arms trying to have me loose my grip. Blood might have been on my arm, but I couldn't care less to what Kharli's fake nails were doing.
"Where's Rose?" I asked in a deadly voice. Kharli looked frightened, I didn't want to scare the girl, nor harm her yet I needed to know where my Roza was.
"I don't know, I wasn't paying attention!" She said. "My boyfriend just broke up with me and I was screaming at him and then he hung up so I started texting my best friend but then she didn't reply and then my other friend called me a 'whiny bitch' and then my ex-boy friend, well I don't know if I can use the word 'boy friend' since he was more like a summer fling and he's a novice, I can't date a dhampir! That'll ruin my reputation yet he made me feel as if I was walking on air, I want to date him yet I can't since he's what he is and I'm what I am I was currently talking to him before your human idiot came at me, gun blazing - "
"Yeah, we get it. Thanks." Adrian said shortly before walking away, back to the elevator. Sydney and I followed. Adrian pressed the button down to the lobby and even though we got off the elevator I just kept going down.
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Rose's P.O.V
Night fall comes, the moon comes out above me and shines down at my broken body. I'm sort of a day person but I was raised in the night and I missed it. Hell, I missed being outside. I have a feeling in my gut saying I haven't been outside in a really long time.
I'm still against the tree, its bark making me an upright bed and a very uncomfortable one at that. I sigh out loud and even that was painful. I bite my lip, hoping the pain would redirect and take it off the enormous pain all over my body. No relief.
I take several deep breaths and calm my mind before trying to lift myself. My arms move to the tree, trying to use it as some sort of support. My feet dig into the dirt below me and I slowly move my body up, using the hard tree as my guide.
The wood roughly scratches against my arm yet I my main concern is getting up. My finger press against the wood and my fragile body soon starts to rise, my legs and body are screaming in pain yet I ignore their bitching and continue to get up.
Finally I'm up, yet the only thing keeping me upright is the tree. I slap the tree. "Thanks." I tell it before looking around the forest yet its dark and even my dhampir eyes can't see everything. All I can make out is the shape of the trees and some of the detail of the bark of the trees near me, a few lingering shadows of animals and trees farther away.
I brace myself and take the first step, my body shakes with pain and weakness. My foot hits the ground in front of me. I smile and take my next step, letting off of the tree – bam!
Not even a second later I'm face first in dirt, the twigs dig into my cheek causing minor pain. I groan and turn around so I'm not kissing dirt.
I'm obviously gonna be here for a while.
"Hoot!" I hear something say, an owl I'm guessing. I look up at the tree right next to me, its mighty branches spreading out and on one an owl is perched on top, looking at me with its funny face and its head cocked to the side.
That reminds me…
One Day Missing
"Patient 0.01 is sedated with normal vitals signs. Blood pressure a little high but could be contribute to the patient's diet of potato chips and donuts. Otherwise in normal condition. Fetus is seven weeks in development and seems to be in normal conditions." A voice said. "Reporting seven weeks gestation." I slowly opened my eyes and blink away the tears that are caused by the blinding white light above me.
"And subject awakens." The same voice said and I can hear the sound of clattering of heals on a cold floor. A pale arm moves the light away and looks down at me, tilting its head to the side – observing me.
After my sight turns normal I actually get a good look at the girl. She's human I can tell, yet by the poorly concealed bite marks on her neck I can tell she had some 'interactions' with the moroi or even Strigoi. Her make up is over done, its powdery white making her look paler than she is which is saying something. Pink blush covers her cheeks and red lip stick is painted over her plump lips. Her piercing baby blue eyes wide and almost innocent looking.
This girl makes Mia seem like an old lady. She really had the 'baby doll' face. Because of that I couldn't pin point her age, maybe ranging from ten to twenty.
"You have pretty eyes." She said and then moved away, my 'pretty eyes' followed her every move. I could now get a view of the room; it was like a hospital room with blank white walls and a steel sink at the side. A little silver tray was beside me yet the only thing on it was a glass of water and three crackers that looked unappealing for lack of better word.
I found out that the Barbie like girl was talking into a recorder; she was making observations of everything going on with me.
"Where am I?" I asked Barbie. She put the recorder in the pocket of her white dress that looked like something that'll be on a nurse yet it was to short. Plus she wore those stockings that came to her tights and large heels. Looks like something you'll get to please your man – I would know I bought something similar for Dimitri two years ago.
"You're in a room, with big white walls, clean floors, a bed and a nurse." She said with a slight smile on her painted lips. I huffed.
"Smartass, now answer me this – why am I here?" She walked around the bed again, got the recorder from her pocket and pressed a button.
"Patient 0.01 is hostile, maybe from personality or being in a perplexing situation." She said while looking at me the whole time. "Take two, seven weeks gestation."
I scowled. "You say that like I'm pregnant." I said crossing my arms over my chest.
"Your uterus is currently hosting a fetus, fetus is Latin for baby. Your fetus or baby is seven weeks gestation. Medically it's called 'being pregnant'." Maybe I should drop the name Barbie and pick up 'Captain Obvious'. Yet this girl was just begging to get hit, babies are another thing that I've managed to breeze by in the four years me and Dimitri been together. I know he wanted a child and to some extent I did to.
It was a thing I couldn't give him. I always thought of adoption though yet in the moroi world few kids got put up for adoption and if they did it was through a human agency. The alchemist usually let the child know form a certain age that they're not human but I can't go inspect every human orphanage looking for a dhampir child and it'll be to hectic and confusing to raise a human child.
Captain Obvious was about to open her mouth again before the door opened and a tall man, skinny and pale – obviously a moroi. He had a strong jaw line and angular face with dark green eyes. He wore a long white coat, which matched his height which was a little shorter if not the same height as Dimitri. He wasn't very handsome. He barely glanced at the nurse which caused her lip to gout out, making her loss about two years.
"Rosemarie, how are you?" His voice sounded creepy and dark. It was deep as well, harboring a British accent. I didn't answer, something about this guy made goosebumps appear and my heart race and not the good lustful way like Dimitri. This was different.
"Sunny, did you give her the information? Tell her how these few months will play out?" Sunny shakes her head and turns to me, the affectionate look gone from her eyes and the dull and stoic look returns.
"You'll be under constant surveillance for these last few months of your pregnancy –"
"I'm not pregnant!" I yell at her, tugging at my wrist restraints. Then a shock ran through my body, causing unbearable pain for a nano second, much like a Strigoi bite before the infamous pleasure.
I scream and a cruel smile comes upon the man's face. Sunny – which is a name that doesn't fit her at all – stays neutral.
"An electrical shock, much like the one you just endured will occur when ever Dr. Millar, myself or any other operative find you 'acting out'. You will be respectful or not say anything at all. Preferably we here at the facility prefer silence." She said and to prove her point her face relaxes, enjoying the sound of no one talking – or screaming. "We'll have our escorts take you to your private quarters." She said and the moment she did two people came in the door. They wore plain white clothes, and just like their attire, they're faces were blank and forgettable.
I already had my plan into action, I was not gonna be some sitting duck for them to poke and probe. The emotionless, plain escorts started to unhook me from the wires.
"Patient 0.01 you still have a heart monitor attacked to your chest, it'll let us keep track of you." Sunny said. The escorts then started to unbind me from the bed, the moment my hands and feet were untied I used my foot, swung it over to Thing 1 and got a nice kick in the jaw – sadly my toes hurt from it to. I quickly sat up and was about to hit my other escort when the worst pain – times 3 shot through my body, making me fall to the cold hard floor, my knee hit it pretty hard sending more pain throughout my body.
"Patient 0.01, I recall telling you that your actions will have undesirable effects." Sunny said walking over to me, her face impassive as always. "We'll have to just get you up and out another way."
I felt something enter my arm and the last thing I saw the fussy image of Sunny's pumps.
I flash out of my memory, when I hear twig snap. My head jerked up and I looked around the dark forest. It just dawned on me that I was in a forest a dark forest! Where people are murdered and chopped into pieces. I'm in no condition to fight either.
"Rose? Are you there?" Someone ask. I peer into the darkness, the voice sounds friendly and genuinely concerned. Then someone stepped out of the shadows.
A/N – Thanks for the reviews, I'm happy you all liked my story.