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Rose's P.O.V

I don't have the energy to move, to defend – to protect.

It's ironic really, I'll scrap up energy to protect the moroi, mainly Lissa yet when it comes to myself I'm practically waving the white flag. The voice sounds friendly though, it doesn't give me the serial killer vibe yet something about it causes goosebumps to trail on my skin.

The woman comes into view from behind the bushes. In the moonlight's glow I can see her perfectly, her creamy pale skin and her piercing green eyes and long dark hair braided nearly into a bun on the top of her head, a few strains spilling onto her face. Her eyes widen when they see my crumpled form on the ground surrounded by dirt, twigs and blood.

"Oh, Rose." She breathes and bends down. I moan painfully when her hand simply crushes against sensitive skin. She recoils immediately. She mutters a list of apologies.

"It's okay," I say, simply to stop her annoying blabber. "It just…hurts." She nods.

"Yeah, they did some pretty – excuse my French – fucked up stuff to you." I notice she has a southern accent and it's pretty heavy, seeping into every word making it have a southern twang making it almost unbearably annoying yet she was being nice – which is a reason she can keep talking for all I care. "I'll have to give you a few knock out pills before even thinking of moving you, what you've been through in the last 48 hours was bad enough getting left in a stinky forest is just like rubbing salt on the wounds."

Salt on the wounds? That's an odd thing to say…

Two days Missing

I felt something cold against my wrist, it was hard and tightly bound making it hard to move my arms and cutting off some blood flow. I opened my eyes and a dimly light room came into view. The walls were a plain white, like the other except nothing was against these, only a toilet and sink in the corner.

I looked down at seen I was on a small twin bed that was surprisingly comfortable. It was firm yet soft and felt nice under my tender skin.

"It's for lumber support." I heard someone say, I quickly look around the room and then I see something black at the corner of my eyes – I look up and see the whole ceiling is more like a window and several people are looking down at me.

If I had to guess my 'ceiling' is probably on a table of some sort, or stand so everyone can walk around it without me having to see they're underwear. Sunny's the one who made the 'Lumber' comment. She was smirking down at me.

"Let me out!" I asked yet it's a bit foolish and cliché. I tug on my restraints again, hoping for some budge yet get nothing and it shot pain through my wrist. Sunny simply smirked at me and disappeared from my view. The other people reminded me of the people I saw in the previous room, they're faces were forgettable. I looked down and studied the threading on the sheet.

This situation just got a little more…real. In the back of my mind I was some-what hoping this was some crazy deluded spirit dream.

Spirit dream!

Adrian can contact me while I'm sleep! Or Lissa, since she recently learned a few tricks as well but Adrian's the real master. Hope surged through me, maybe I won't be here forever!

Maybe…

I looked down at my flat stomach. These idiots think a baby's in there? They're crazy; I maneuvered my arms a little and rested my head on my stomach. I didn't feel any movement, yet by Lissa's new pregnancy I knew you wouldn't see or feel anything this early. Lissa was around 10 weeks when I left.

The door at the corner of the room opened and Sunny stepped through. She was still in the slutty attire and if I'm not mistaken caked more make-up on her face. She smiled brightly at me before closing the door and standing at the side of my bed.

"Why are you holding me here?" I asked her. Her smile grew larger.

"Your part of a very elite, secret experiment and are currently our only subject – congrads!" She said and gave a small clap, the first time I seen her show an actual amount of emotion. "This will focus solely on dhampir reproductions with other dhampir. We considered getting your…lover involved yet the two of you together would have been hectic to say the least. Here we just want the best for the Moroi, dhampir's having children with each other is unspeakable horror and we're conducting experiments to make sure this will never repeat itself." Sunny said, the look in her eyes I can tell she expected me to agree yet all I can give her a 'what-the-fuck' look. Sunny had nothing to do with our world, she's just some bloodwhore!

"You're just a bloodwhore, why the hell would you care?" I asked, I knew I was treading in dangerous territory but I wasn't just gonna sit here and bite my tongue. She gave me a glare.

"You're delusional! I'm not pregnant, I can't get pregnant since the only person I'm active with is another dhampir. I'm not sure what you 'scientist' are trying to achieve but you're all mad!" I scream at her and tug at the restraints again. She simply laughs and even though the microphones are off at the top I can still see them laughing through the window.

"Here in The Clinic, we're all mad."

O_o

A bell rang through the small room. The bell almost reminded me of the bell at St. Vladimirs from they're large clock towers and everything a class ended it swarmed through the halls alerting half-sleep students to trudge to another class. Yet this bell wasn't warm and inviting – it had a dark feeling to it. I stayed where I was on the bed, still shackled to the wall. I was currently laying on the bed and enjoying the 'lumber support'. After Sunny's visit I quickly fell asleep hoping for a spirit dream with Adrian yet came up empty.

The disappointment washed over me when I woke up and realized I didn't get a visit from my crazy friend, or my less insane best friend. How I wished I still had the bond to see what was going on. I didn't even let myself think that they were uncaring that I was gone. I knew Dimitri was pissed yet he still loved me. I wasn't gonna let myself think otherwise, the doctors and scientist might be mad by that doesn't mean I'm gonna be. I breathed in and out, trying to calm myself.

I still didn't believe I was pregnant, I mean come on! A dhampir getting impregnated by another? I learned all my life that we're like mules (Just way cooler) and can't reproduce with another. Me and Dimitri knew this, we somewhat excepted it. We just won't have kids and if we someday have the burning desire to then we'll either steal someone else's kid or adopt. I'm not pregnant.

I looked up to see the same people looking down at me like some hawks, waiting to attack. Sunny soon stepped into the view and turned on the microphone.

"It's midnight, patient 0.01." Sunny said. I try my best to shrug yet the shackles feels like bricks on my wrist. "That means, we up here get a special treat for watching you sleep for hours. Becca will be in here soon." She said with a evil grin before turning off the microphone.

Seconds later a lady comes in. She has pale skin, green eyes with dark hair that's loose around her shoulders. She drags a tray behind her that has what looks like normal items. A few kitchen knives, salt, bandages, scissors along with needles – okay maybe not so normal.

She gives me a dark grin and places the tray next to the bed and stands before me. She rips of the blanket and looks down at my body. I'm only in the hospital gown, she doesn't undress me though. She uses the scissors and cuts it off, the scissors scraping my skin. I don't let out any noise, it was simply a scrape yet I knew other things were coming worse.

I adjust myself to get a look at my body. Under the gown I was naked, no bra, no underwear. I see the thin line that goes up my stomach, barely breaking the skin. I also see some sort of patch on my chest, over my heart and a thin tube is out of it and going under the bed.

"That'll calm you." Becca said and gives me another dark smile. "Yet it won't take the pain away." She gets a big knife, examines it before looking at my chest. I have the urge to cover my chest yet I'm to scare to move. Plus I doubt she was checking me out, it was more like examining me.

She traces a line with her finger from the hallow of my neck to the valley between my breast. "Perfect." She whispers as she brings the knife down and slices through my skin where her finger traced. I don't hold in the scream and I feel the blood seeping out of my wound and on to my chest. I barely make-out at the corner of my eyes a clear liquid going through the tube into my chest.

Like Becca said the pain is evident, stronger than ever yet I don't scream, it's almost as if whatever they're putting into me is simply calming my heart. For the baby? Tears fill my eyes as she ran the knife on the same line, just going deeper.

Through my blurry eyes I saw the devils upstairs laughing and smiling. Sunny simply crossed her arms and gave me a satisfied smirk. Becca looks satisfied with the wound and picked up the salt and cupped it on her palm before rubbing it over the wound.

Pain shot through out my body and the scream that came out of my mouth didn't even sound like a person. Becca gave me a smirk and she continued to give me cuts and poured hell over it.

I wake up groggy and all my pain in my body feels somewhat numb. I feel my clothes have been striped and only a soft blanket covered my skin. I open my eyes and stare into green eyes.

"Morning!" The lady says. "I ordered breakfast, they have some good old fashioned eggs I just pigged out over it." I sit up as she put a tray on my lap, on it a large plate with eggs, bacon and pancakes with some sausage on the side. My stomach groans in hunger and after only a few minutes the plate is clean.

"What's your name?" I ask, I look her up and down examining her features again. Something about those eyes…

"Becca?" I breath, fear pumps through my veins and I push the tray off, it falling to the floor. I snatch the blanket off of me and jump off the bed, only to fall face-first on the carpeted floor.

"Becca? I'm not Becca." She says and helps me up and sits me back on the bed. She wraps the blanket around me again. "My name's Sabrina. And you, Miss Rose, shouldn't try to jump to the heavens yet. You need plenty of rest and food to get your energy up." She gently tucks me back into bed before going to the other side and sitting crossed legged.

"You look just like her." I say. Sabrina could be Becca's twin, only difference is that Sabrina has a light to her eyes and Becca was dark and twisted. "She your twin?"

Sabrina shakes her head. "No, Becca's not my twin. It's hard to explain but she's like my…other half."

A/N - I guess Rose's isn't in safe (or should I say sane) hands at the moment.

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