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Dimitri's POV

Everything was chaos. Guardians give and followed orders, Morois kept running to safety. Gruesome, violent proceed which led to anguish, guardians kept shouting orders and a group were going to find Rose outside the Court wards.

"We can't risk our lives for a Guardian! Especially for one!" This guardian shouted. I think his name was Jean Paul.

"The Queen has order a rescue mission! The Princess Dragomir had asked her for it. And do not yell at me! I am in charge here and you'll do what I say!" shouted Ewan.

I believed that this guardian's full name was: Jean Paul Rousseau, he came from an Academy in France. No wonder he was sent here, he complained and rebelled too much.

"Dimitri, you were her mentor d you have any idea if she could have taken them by her own and probably survive?" Ewan asked making twenty-seven faces turned to me at the same time. I didn't like being watched by others but it's not like I'll go unnoticed any more, after what happen I can't have a normal life.

"She is strong, but she has limits. I think we shouldn't waste time and go." I now wanted to be with Rose for life. I didn't care what others think; I just wanted my Roza safe and sound in my arms. Ask her for her forgiveness and love her unconditionally for the rest of my life.

And so, we headed outside the wards we our stakes ready to fight. It took us a long time until we saw four dead bodies lying around in the floor. As we looked we came to a conclusion that Rose did fight them one by one. We could see the prints on the ground how the fight was, the struggle she had and their death. There was blood all round us and the bodies.

"Let's pray that she is alive. If not then, she has fallen." Ewan said.

"I see blood here! And a few broken twigs, it doesn't look like its Strigoi blood. I think she escaped, but I see more turbulence as if she was being pursuit!" Darrel shouted inspecting the trail Rose left behind.

"Let's follow it, and see where it takes us. I have a bad feeling about this…" Ewan shook his head; I knew what he was feeling I also had that feeling inside me.

We followed the never ending trail of blood Rose left behind us. I just imagine she was hurt and running for her life, running helplessly to get away from them!

What came to our view was inexplicable! Our eyes could not believe what we were seeing, even though after the rain the ground was still scarlet from all the blood that has been shed. And the three staked bodies.

"Oh God!" Jean Paul looked away. "This is sick! Truly SICK!"

Thought there was one body, one body we could not take our eyes off. One of the Strigoi was dismembered! Far from recognition, the limbs lay everywhere. More bizarrely still, it was revealed that the body had been expertly drained of the bloody dismembered torso…

Hours later, all the guardians gather together after inspecting the Royal court. Until we were making sure it was Strigoi-free, once we were done, we all were called up to the Thorne room. Queen Tatiana wanted to have a word with all the guardians.

Lord Charles was one member of the Royal court who looked up for the Queens Security and was in charge of all the guardians cases who then has to give word to the queen and she makes the final word.

"You all have gathered here because we have been under attack! You all should know that this was to be expected and it will happen more frequently now on. This was an attempt to assassinate our Queen Tatiana! Other than that, I want to know WHERE THE HELL IS GUARDIAN ROSEMARIE HATHAWAY!" He shouted to the heavens looking each and every one of us.

Ewan was the first to speak. "Sir we believe she was taken, when we inspected the outside grounds a guardian told us she went outside the court. And so we did a search but we only found seven Strigoi bodies already staked, with no sign of guardian Hathaway."

Lord Charles looked at Ewan as f he didn't believe what he was saying but when he glanced at others, he knew it was true. "Then we should thank her for saving the Queen." He said. "They came to kill Queen Tatiana, and Rose stopped the old and skillful Strigoi. Send word to her mother guardian Janie Hathaway and tell her about her loss, also the Princess Dragomir and Abe." He then turned to me. "Guardian Belikov, you have now resigned as a guardian. You will be guarding Princess Dragomir, as she requested before and we will assign another partner for you. Be thankful that you are giving another opportunity to be a guardian because the Queen has said so." He turned his back to me with no other word and dismissed us.

Once outside, Ewan walked up to me. "Damn I really, really don't like that man."

"I agree with you." I didn't like the guy at all.

"He can be an asshole all the time, but he gets me to my nerves when I hear him talk." He said annoyed, then he looked at my sadly. "I am going to send word to guardian Hathaway and Abe; I think you should tell the Princess. And then you could all come and gather around for her ceremony."

That was something I didn't want to look forward to, also telling Lissa that Rose was neither dead nor alive was going to be hard. If I only hadn't said those horrible words, Rose would have been here. I don't think Lissa was going to take this good at all.

I made my way to Lissa's room. I knocked on the door, Christian answer the door behind him Lissa was looking anxious, worry for Rose. She looked up at me; I couldn't say anything to her. The word didn't want to come out form my mouth, I simply shook my head. Tears sprung in her eyes, and cried. Christian holds her tight and he too looked affected by it.

"Lissa it was my fault." I said guiltily. "I told her some things that hurt her too deeply and she ran off."

"Why? Why would you tell her that? She loves you! She brought you back here!" she shouted at me.

"No she didn't, you did." I said.

"Are you that stupid? All I did was to charm the stupid stake and stake you with it! It was her who never stopped loving you! It was her who left me in the Academy to look for you and free your soul! It was her who found out how to bring you back! She freed Victor for your sake!" freed Victor? Rose was behind Victor's jail break? "She almost died for you! And you did nothing but to hurt her, you hurt her heart too deeply by staying away and rejecting her! All she wanted was you! She wanted to be with you and loved you but you pushed her away! And now she is dead, you killed her!"

What she was saying was true. I did kill Rose.

Rose's POV

3 years later...

As the darkness inside of me loomed; in the ghostly darkness around me the warm musty smell of blood entered my nose, creating a sense of delight. Thick flesh was unsettled by my desire to do it over and over again. The feeling and smell of blood did nothing but to comfort me. With a pounding heart I slowly carried on forward, the need of being bathed with more flesh and blood with each time I advance I was getting into the veil of darkness that has taken over me. In my hand I held my large iron blade, the metal cool against my hand. Trepidation and excitement filled my heavy heart, as I kept on slicing his flesh. My insatiable hunger grew even worse, like a parasite eating me alive. I sniffed the air when a slightly breeze blew; the warm salty smell of blood had been replaced by something, darker and thrilling. My skin itched as I approached the blade and cut the flesh of the body, and my arms tingled with excitement as more blood poured onto me.

I slid the, large blade into the Strigoi heart; the rhythmic pounding of my heart filled my ears. I turned the blade cutting the heart in half as my entire body trembled.

I stood up; the warm blood slithered down my skin. I hated, but loved the taste and feeling of it. There were chunks of flesh spread around me and my clothes, blood was everywhere. I lay down next to the Strigoi body feeling satisfied, the blood sinking through my clothes. I closed my eyes and drifted into the black but soon the darkness faded and I was horrified for what I've done.

I opened my eyes.

That vision is something I see every time I close my eyes. It was a reminded of the monster I've become when I killed the seven Strigoi, and the little 'party' I had with one in particular.

That vision. That dreadful vision I have. A vision so unimaginably tormenting that I cannot even begin to describe the pain and the fear as to which it brings me. Unrelenting, it stalks me. Day and night, no matter the events of either the vision shall continue, as it always has. No matter how much I try not to remind me what kind of monster I am, I have never became accustom to its putrid, vile existence and possibly never will become accustom to it. I try to ignore it. Sometimes for days at a time: I will ignore it, and the feeling of sensing them. The Strigoi.

Over dark alleys, parks and even once a swamp I traversed through in order to find the haunting source of the monstrosity that has haunted my life for the past 3 years. I have tried many drastic measures in order to relieve myself of the torment. I have drowned myself in the horror that is the urge to kill Strigoi, but so far I haven't done anything in particular when I left the Royal court. I have pursued Strigoi of all dialects. I tried stunts that no men dare experience to kill and keep on killing what I've been born to do.

All my attempts, however, are heroic because I am the guardian of this forgotten Dhampir community. As no matter what I may do, the outcome is always the same. The very same vision of doing something dreadful as to slice a dead person and enjoy every second of it, that I had heard for the past three painful days continues to wreak havoc within my brain and soul. Thought mostly of my heart, has died since three or four days ago and I haven't heard a single heart beat of feelings in it, neither had I wanted to.

I have almost forgotten the meaning of the word 'feelings'. To experience the ecstasy of being relieved of something so vile would only happen in my most vulnerable stage of teenage love and enhanced dreams that can be crush in a blink of an eye. Now that I understood completely what the foolishness of love was. It was annoying! That's what it was. Just the word, it hums mockingly at the back of my mind. It clouds my judgments, sends me off track, and distracts me from my day to day chores (killing Strigoi). I am never without the tragic noise. I have cut off all contact with the outside world. I do not communicate with other human beings as my actions and accusations are too great for the general public to comprehend. There is no one to tell me something is not wrong. But something is wrong. Something is really wrong with me.

I ground the back of my teeth together and shifted uncomfortably in the front of my truck. Stakeouts were tedious enough nagging concerns over a crime that should never have happened in a Dhampir community. A family had been killed two days ago by Strigois-or so the rumors said. But then, this is a community full of Strigois and no one had done anything to stop the massacres, the family had been found in their apartment drain of blood and some broken necks. All evidence pointed to a Strigois attack. A recent massacre.

And where had the Europe Court been for the last couple of years when the attacks started to happen? How had known that there was another court in Europe? I sure didn't when a Dhampir told me about it. This Europe Court (or The Empire of Eura) was in charge of all the academy's and Dhampirs communities in the European continents of the world and was located here in London.

I rubbed my hands together making the friction give me warmth to my cold hands. The December morning (day time to vampires and night time to humans) was brisker than average thanks to the cold front that had dumped several inches of snow overnight. Raising my camera with its telephoto lens to the open truck window- a necessity for a clear view despite the frigid temperature- I focused on the front door, then the buildings around me, of what was all the community I've been protecting. Still no activity. And no sign of any Strigoi lurking.

When a woman steeped out of the front door to dust off a rug, I lifted the camera again. I snapped a few shots because I need it a full profile of the people who lived here. In case if some is murder or missing I know who they are and what they look like. I clicked a few good shots, just because, as my thoughts mulled the latest hit the Strigois had taken.

Click-click.

I instantly froze as the pumping sound of a shot gun filtered into the open truck window.

"Who the bloody hell are you and what are you doing spying?" a low voice growled.

I turned slowly.

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