Chapter Five

Bad Memories

Dimitri POV

"Oh, okay," Rose said. She kneeled down and reached her hand out under the bed. I shifted back quickly. I pushed the little bra forward to her fingertips. She touched it, and pulled it back out from under the bed. Wow. That was a lot of cleavage. I smiled evilly.

There was no noise. "Rose did you even look under the bed?" Viktoria asked, exasperated.

"No, why?" Rose replied, confused. "What-"

Viktoria turned around and picked something up. I saw her retreating feet walk to Rose's dresser, and then come over to the bed. She threw something really hard at my face.

"Fuck!" I cursed. It wasn't loud, but with the girl's dhampir senses, I'm sure they heard it. Rose gasped and got down on her knees. She pressed her hands to the ground and lowered her head. Yep, I'm pretty fucked.

"Hi Dimitri." Viktoria said in a bored tone.

"Dimitri!" Rose screamed in horror. She turned to Viktoria who had her arms crossed. I slid out of under the bed and quietly crept towards the door. "No!" Rose shouted and I froze. She turned to Viktoria. "How did you know he was here?"

"I've lived with my brother for sixteen years. I know what he smells like, how he breaths, and how he sucks at hiding," Viktoria explained and I had to force the blush off my face. I'm such a failure. Viktoria turned to me and I gulped. "That's what you get, Dimitri, when you go peeping in Rose's room," she said with a smirk.

Rose got up and walked over to me. We stared at each other, and I realized that she had a familiar look in her eye. Love. Hurt. Embarrassment. Longing. She bit her lower lip and pulled her hand up from her side. She held it up in the air, about to smack me, but in stead, she pointed to the door.

"Out," Rose said sternly. I nodded and stood up to leave, not before seeing Viktoria's astonishment. I had the gall, though, to smirk at her, knowing that she got nothing out of Rose finding me. She glared at me in return, but I didn't give her the satisfaction. I walked swiftly out the door and down the two flights of stairs. I was walking past the front door when the doorbell rang unexpectedly.

I shrugged my shoulders and walked over to the door, not even bothering to look through the peephole. It was probably just Karolina, or Son-

I think my heart stopped, yet not in a good way. In the way where you get so scared that you have nothing to say, and you can't move. I stood there in shock, looking at my visitor. Unexpected, indeed.

"Tasha," I said, as most as if it was a swear word.

"Oh, good you're home Dimka!" Tasha said and threw her arms around my neck. I stopped her halfway by putting my hand out in front of her face. I glared at her. She was wearing almost nothing but a low cut blue v-neck shirt and a short black mini skirt and flip flops.

Tasha Ozera. Wow, this is bad. This was the worst woman in the world, standing right in front of me with a pout. Oh my God, don't even get me started in what she did to me before.

It was late one night, and I was with Tasha and a few other close friends. We were at a bar in Central Russia, just wanting to have a fun night out. It was, in fact, until Tasha decided to take things into her own hands.

I had always known that she liked me, but I thought that she respected my feelings that didn't return hers. I had always caught those longing looks that she sent me and how she would purposely brush up against me. She used to randomly start hugging me, trying to get me to hug her back. I only did once, and that was because the first time I did, she grabbed my ass. Never again did I touch her.

Flashback

I had just turned eighteen the other day, and to celebrate, everyone was getting super drunk. I looked to my right, my friend Alek had a girl under his arm and a beer in the other hand. I smirked a him, and he winked back. We both knew he was getting some tonight. To my right was Tasha. She hadn't drank a thing all night. I don't know why I noticed, but I tried to ignored it. After a couple of Russian vodka shots, I was totally wasted.

"Dimitri," Tasha purred, wrapping herself around my arm. I looked down at her and rose an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" I asked. Tasha pouted.

"Do you want to go back to my house?" she asked deviously. I realized where she was going with this. "Because you don't look very good," she quickly added. She starred deep into my eyes and I thought over it for a second and then nodded.

"Sure," I said, dazed. As long as I didn't do anything to her, we would still be friends. If I said no, she would respect my answer. I was wrong.

We left the club shortly after. She was clinging to my arm the whole damn time, and her house was kind of far. When we first arrived, she turned on all the lights, but set them dim. She walked into her kitchen and pulled out some wine that she knew I couldn't resist. Sure enough, I drank. A lot.

I was getting so drunk that I didn't even know my last name. I laughed at everything Tasha was saying, and I think she took it the wrong way. We were on her couch watching some sort of Russian reality show. I wasn't really paying attention. I was counting all the llamas that were prancing around the room.

Suddenly, Tasha draped herself over me. She put a knee on either side of my thighs and looked at me smugly. I was confused, but when she leaned in for a kiss, I allowed it. I put my hands on her waist and held her in place. I didn't want her any closer, but somehow she broke my grip and ground her hips to mine.

It was kind of turning me on, but since I was so high off my ass, anything could have turned me on right now. She was a really sloppy kisser, all she really wanted was to rub her hands all over my chest. Yes, I certainly knew I had a nicely toned chest with a full six-pack, but with her hands all over it, it felt wrong.

She lifted my black v-neck shirt over my head and... I was letting her. I didn't know what was going on in my head. Next, she pulled her own shirt off. She was a Moroi, and a royal at that, so she didn't have much of a chest. I didn't really care, all that really mattered was what kind of person they were on the inside, but in this case, her in and out were both pretty ugly. She then stepped out of her skirt. She had pale, stick legs. But I really wasn't concentrating on them. It was her piercing blue eyes. And her long silky black hair. I love long hair.

She held my hand while we kissed, and brought it to her back. She used my fingers to clasp her bra. She let it fall into my lap, but then she quickly brushed it off. She pushed me over onto my back and I laid on her black plush leather couch.

Then it felt like water had been splashed over my face. I was completely awake. Tasha's lips were on mine. Um, ew. I stopped kissing, and after about a minute of trying to get a kiss out of me, Tasha looked up.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a sing-song voice as she giggled lightly. I think she knew my trance was coming to an end. She twirled a lock of my brown hair in her fingers. I sat up, pushing her off me. She tried with all her might to push me back over, and it was actually working. With all the alcohol in my systems, I was clearly unstable. "What are you doing," she asked a second time, harsher, angrier. Like she wanted to slit my neck.

"Get off," I said and her eyes closed to slits.

"No, you're going to keep on kissing me. And you're going to like it," she said forcefully. Compulsion. I knew it. The whole thing was compulsion. It was hard, but I broke out of her stare.

"Tasha! Really? Are you so fucking desperate that you need to use compulsion on me? I'm shocked," I said and scoffed as I got her off of me completely. "Honestly, do you have absolutely no men whatsoever that makes you want to force yourself on me?" I shook my head. Wow.

Her eyes teared up, but I didn't really care. "You're the only one that I want, and if you don't allow me willingly, I have no other choice but to force you," she said and stood up. She was closing in on me, and to admit it, I was getting a little freaked out.

"Tasha, cut it out! Stop using compulsion! We both know that this is bad for you and that you're going to regret it later," I said seriously and she stopped. She looked at me thoughtfully.

"Did you regret kissing me?" she asked sadly, as if she were about to start bawling.

I lifted my fingers to my lips and felt them. I looked her square in the eyes. "Yes. Frankly, I do. This isn't what friends do," I said and she screamed out in rage.

"Can't you see? Good God, Dimitri! We are more than friends! I'm so in love with you and you don't even see it!" she hollered at me, the tears still not falling.

"Well now, we are nothing," I said quietly and walked out of the room. I turned around. "I've had good times with you, Tasha, but this is inexcusable. I don't want to see you ever again. I don't love you," I said. "And I don't want to be your guardian," I said. Yes, truth to be told, that was a little harsh, even for me. I pulled out my iPhone and texted my mama. Yes, it was sad, but I needed her to come pick me up as soon as possible. Send.

Tasha screeched like a banshee and threw herself at me. I hit my head against the wall and almost lost consciousness. She stared deep in my eyes as she held my face captive. "You love me, Dimitri. You really do," she repeated. "Say it," she said.

I knew it was compulsion, but this was so forceful, that I could barely break out of it. "I..." I couldn't. Don't do it, Dimitri, I told myself. I was scared. "Love..."

"Come one, baby. You can do it," she said assuringly and I brought my lips together. "You love who?" there was a knife pressed against my throat.

I gulped, and the blade touched my neck. That probably wasn't such a good idea. "I... hate you," I said and glared at her. I could do this. As long as I looked out of the way of her eyes, and kept my mind on something else, I could pull through.

She pressed the knife to my neck, and blood was drawn. It wasn't enough to seriously injure me, but it sure as hell scared the shit out of me. I felt blood trailing down my eye. I realized that it was from hitting my head on something sharp when she slammed me against the wall. "You know you love me," she said, in a taunting way.

I breathed in deeply. "Tasha..." I said slowly. Her evil smile widened. I heard a car door slam out side so I cleared my throat loudly, trying to conceal the noise. "I really..." I trailed off. Any second now... "hate you."

The door opened. "Dimitri, honey, where are-?" my mother stopped halfway through her question. She dropped her car keys on the floor and covered her mouth. She pulled out her phone instinctively and dialed three numbers.

"Stop. Drop your phone," Tasha said and my mother did so. How was she generating so much compulsion to get us both under a spell? When she was looking over at her, I took my chance and packed as much force as I could into my fist, and punched her in the face.

"Mom! Call the police!" I yelled and looked down at Tasha's body. She still held the knife in her hand. She got a good grip on it and glared at me. She had me in a trance when she stabbed it into my leg. I cried out, and my mother gasped. She was out of the spell and bent down to grab the phone. She spoke in excellent Russian to the man on the other line and asked for immediate attention.

My mom, after hanging up, ran over to me and looked at my wound. "Oh, Dimka," she said soothingly. She glared over at Tasha who sat up and glared at the both of us.

Now, my Mama isn't one to fuck around with. Under her sweet exterior, she can really kick some ass. She balled her fist up and punched Tasha in the eye. And again, screaming Russian curse words and threats such as 'If you ever look at my Dimka again, there will be hell to pay,' and... much worse things.

Ten minutes later, the police walked in, a whole SWAT group and Tasha was out cold. The police put her on a stretcher and took her to the hospital. I didn't need a stretcher, but I was put on one as well. 'Cause, you know, there was only a kitchen knife in my leg.

Next to me in the ambulance was a middle aged woman, maybe late twenties, early thirties. "How are you feeling, Mr. Belikov?" Oh yeah, that was my last name...

I didn't reply so she snapped in front of my nose. "Oh, I don't know," I cried out when I shifted my leg.

"Please. Don't move. Don't make it harder on yourself," she said soothingly.

I smiled at her politely. "What's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Janine Hathaway," she said and smiled. My eyes shut and I passed out.

End of flashback

Tasha leaned on the doorframe. "Well, aren't you going to let me in?" she asked with a slight giggle, but it only made me want to gag. I glared daggers at her.

"Go home," I said and started closing the door, but she put her arm in the way.

"I would never leave you," she said tauntingly. There were footsteps slamming down the stairs. Viktoria was in the lead and was laughing. She set eyes on Tasha and completely stopped in her tracks. Her upper lip curled and Rose bumped into her back. Viktoria didn't even move. She could have rivaled a stature at the moment. Rose looked between the two of them in confusion.

"Go away from my brother," Viktoria growled. She walked down one step at a time until she was at the bottom.

Tasha smirked. "I'm fine, thank you," she said with venom, but it didn't faze my sister. Rose came down the stairs then and stood behind Viktoria and I. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw Rose. "Oh, so your visiting, Rose?" she asked. Her whole tone dropped, and it was as if she was her mother.

Rose smiled brightly. "Yes, hi Tasha," she said. She walked past the two of us and gave Tasha a big hug. To my surprise, Tasha hugged back. Was this compulsion? It looked pretty genuine. "I didn't know you lived here," Rose said and backed away.

"Yes, I've been living here since I was born. I just went over to St. Vladimir's for a visit with my nephew, Christian," she said. Rose made an 'o' with her mouth.

"Well it was nice seeing you, do you know Dimitri-"

I cut her off. "Rose, Viktoria, leave. Call Olena, Rose," I said sternly. Viktoria pulled her phone out and gave it to Rose. Tasha gave a short, curt laugh.

"Don't do it Rose," Rose looked up at the wrong moment. She was caught in Tasha's compulsion and the phone dropped from her hand and clattered on the floor.

"Okay," she said. Her pupils disappeared and it looked almost as if she was dead. Then a smile crossed her face. Tasha smiled back, and again, it looked almost motherly.

"Tasha, just leave. Don't make me get a restraining order," I said tiredly in Russian so that Rose didn't know what I was saying. Viktoria picked up the phone and set to type in the numbers. She got ahold of her and started speaking in Russian. Rose looked in between my sister and I with a confused look.

"Mama, Tasha's over," Viktoria said in Russian. I heard my mom holler on the other line and say a few quick words. "Okay, bye," she said and Tasha glared at her.

"Well, I was just stopping by, I missed you guys," Tasha said and backed up, not before leaning in and kissing the corner of my mouth. She turned around and started walking down the driveway. I glared at her as she left. Bitch.

Rose looked at me concernedly after I slammed the door with a lot of force. "You don't like her?" Rose asked. I could see the hurt in her eyes. Tasha had no right doing that, and I raised the corner of my lip in a short snarl.

"I absolutely detest her," I said and Rose lifted an eyebrow. She was about to ask why when Viktoria put a hand on her shoulder.

"It's best not to talk about it," she said and looked over at me and smirked deviously. "We don't want big bro here to start the waterworks," she said and thumb at me. She laughed and Rose giggled. The two changed the subject and walked off into the other room. I sighed and leaned against the door.

I was surprised when the door opened suddenly. I jumped out of the way in confusion when my mother trudged in with Karolina and Sonya behind.

"She left?" my mom asked in exasperation. "I didn't get to hit her!" she cried.

"I thought that she was going to stay longer, but I'm glad she's gone," I said. I was affected greatly by that kiss. It was like going over the whole ordeal in my head again. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I wasn't going to let my sisters and mother see me like this. I turned around and walked away. My mom went up the stairs to her room.

"Hey, Dimitri," Karolina said with her hands on her hips. "Where's my kid?" she asked and my eyes widened. Oh shit I completely forgot about Paul! No wonder no one ever hired me as a babysitter...

"Uhh..." I stalled. "Hold on," I said and ran up the stairs to my room. The door was still locked. I looked around and saw that Rose and Viktoria weren't around so I went into her room. Sure enough, there was Paul. With make up on. Chewing on a stick of lipstick. Oh my God.

I walked up to him and he looked at me in horror. I grabbed him by the waist and picked him up. I hauled him over my shoulder and took him down the stairs. Karolina caught sight of us and gasped.

"What the hell did you do to Paul!" Karolina screamed. Sonya snickered and walked up the stairs.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I didn't do anything. I left him in there for fifteen minutes and he turned himself into a pageant girl," I said. I turned around as she yelled at Paul in Russian. At least he's not mine. Come to think of it, if my son dressed like a girl, I might be pissed too.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Rose and Viktoria sitting at the table. They were eating Popsicles, Viktoria with a purple one and Rose had a green one. Rose wasn't really listening to what Viktoria was blabbing about, and I didn't blame her. She stared at her Popsicle like it was an alien. When I walked in, we met eyes, but she quickly looked away. She must be mad because Tasha had kissed me. I would be mad too if some guy kissed Rose, but that wasn't the point.

Viktoria saw me and bumped Rose. Rose looked at Viktoria in question. "Hey Dimka, come sit with us," Viktoria said and I raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why not?" Rose piped up. I nearly blushed. Now that I knew she wanted to sit with me, it made the idea ten times better.

"Kay," I said awkwardly and walked over. I sat down gingerly next to her and accidentally put my hand on hers. I pulled away quickly, but she grabbed it and pulled it back down into her hand. It was cute, her small, warm and soft hands in mine. She smirked at me and I smirked back.

In the exact same spot where Tasha had kissed me no more than ten minutes ago, Rose kissed softly, brushing her lips over the whole area. My eyes snapped open in surprise, and so did Viktoria's.

"R-Rose-"

"I had to get her germs off and replace them with mine," she explained and winked to me. She then smacked me across the face so hard that I saw stars. "And that was for being a fucking peeping pervert in my room, asshole," she said with a smile. I stared at her in disbelief. I wondered how Viktoria was taking this.

I looked over at her, and she looked like she had just seen a ghost. Her face was deathly pale and eyes and mouth wide open. Then, as if the kiss had never happened, her reface restored to normal. "Yes!" she quietly muttered.

Rose nudged her leg and Viktoria looked over at her. "If you two get married, that makes you my official sister," she said and I blushed. Slightly. Rose had reddened cheeks as well, and it looked as if she were thinking of something.

Rose put the Popsicle in her mouth and then pulled it out. Deviously, I grabbed her hand and pulled the thing to my mouth. I licked off all her spit and smirked smugly down at her. Her mouth was opened, but she quickly shut it and smiled slyly at me. "Dimitri, if you want to kiss me so badly, you don't have to ask," she said. She grabbed the collar of my shirt, making my face come closer to hers. She put her plump lips right on mine and kissed softly. I looked up at Viktoria and she nodded with a proud smile.

I smirked into the kiss and kissed back. I leaned into her and sucked on her top lip. Rose moaned and Viktoria giggled. I pulled away, and Rose had that look that she usually did after we just finished kissing. Want. I smirked at her and she pouted. "Not now," I joked and she giggled. She leaned her head against my shoulder. I couldn't help but blush at how affectionate she is. How cute.

Viktoria sighed dreamily. I knew she was in matchmaker mode. This had happened before with a different girl, but that relationship didn't go to far. Oh God she was a bitch. That was the past, however, and Rose is my future.

That was corny. I mentally cringed.

It was dark out and my mom called down to us to get our sleep. Rose reluctantly got off me and walked with Viktoria up to their rooms. I lingered downstairs for a little longer.

God I'm such a pedophile.

;D Review.

lol i hate tasha, she can suck it.

SPOILER! DONT READ IF U HAVNT FINISHED LAST SACRIFICE! unless u wanna ;)

i was hella surprised when it was actually tasha that killed the queen. I was like daniella? ehhh maybe, but tasha! its like, bro, i thought we were cool! and why did she blame rose? i think richelle mead should make a last book explaining n stuff. plus some extra lemon/fluff bout rose and dimitri. i would totally buy that shit.

oh yeah that reminds me, lemon? Your preferences? It sounds like a good idea now. and i dont feel like a weirdo since there actually is sex in the real books. yeah, and lissa visits? what do you guys want me to write about? im totally open to requests, as long as they arent too farfetched and no OC's, i absolutely haaaate those! C: thanks for reading! I hope you like it so far!

ps: i've been uploading everyday i think, and i might not be able to update a lot this week, but i'll certainly try! school is going to be pretty easy since most of the kids in my grade (8th) are going on this trip to Washington DC, so the work in class is going to be pretty much BS. so i'll probably think of ideas in class then type it when i get home C:

PSS: do you know any good series of books? other then like harry potter, hunger games, vampire academy, you know, like kind of new books? because i miss reading and i need some new books to read and write about. preferably containing romance and make out sessions? thanks guys (:

k im done talking now