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Chapter Twelve

YPOV

My grandson just phoned the house landline he told me that he was about 10 minutes away from us, his family and home.

He phoned about 5 minutes ago and since then I have been sitting on the steps of the porch with my cup of herbal tea.

Just waiting….

And also thinking about how I had just told everyone in the house that Dimitri was coming to visit us.

Well being me…. the bold Yeva, with all my authority. I stood in the living room of our home and I banged my cane and shouted loudly.

I was so loud that my voice actually echoed through the whole house.

I only shouted so I could inform everyone all at the one time. No favouritism involved.

Also in the back of my mind I can't help but think of the hint of sadness I heard in my grandson's voice on the phone.

What could possibly be wrong?

In my dream I saw him and Rose meet again. Being a grandmother I knew that they would come to there sense and reunite.

But strangely he didn't mention that he was bringing my granddaughter with him.

Must be a surprise.

Normally I hate surprise but seeing Roza and Dimitri would be a amazing surprise and the only one I could ever accept with a genuine smile on my face.

I looked up from my cup of tea to see some headlights heading up the road by the sound of the vehicle it was a motorcycle.

I watched it go past the house. The bike swaying slightly from side to side. Must be the wind.

Anyway it was probably just some youth whizzing about like normal.

I was brought out of my staring match with the motorbike which was gradually receding into the distance by the shrikes of my family; I turned to seem them pulling my grandson out of a shiny black jeep.

I walk over to him the best I can which is pretty slow but with my stick I can shuffle myself faster.

I use my stick to push my way through my family well I actually mean push them out of the way. Once I reach Dimitri I pull him down into a hug.

Before I could ask him where my granddaughter is the phone in the house starts to ring.

Viktoria runs into the house at a top speed and answers it. With disappointment showing clearly in her voice

I wonder who she was waiting on for a phone call maybe Nikolai. I suspect it is him enough to place a bet on it.

He is a good boy but he is always at risk especially hunting with Denis and Lev. Those boys take a lot of risks.

I would have to get Roza to have a word with them possibly even train them.

I follow everybody else into the house. It was a slow progress though as everybody constantly stopped to hug there muchly missed relative.

Even though we had just seen him a couple of days ago it felt like years.

Everybody froze in the living room when we heard Viktoria speaking in a panicked voice.

"Babushka, Oksana and Mark have a severely injured girl at their house they wondered if you had anything first aid equipment and any casting plaster leftover? They also wondered if they could have them right now?"

I knew Vik only spoke in English when she was seriously worried.

I outstretched my hand to touch Paul on the shoulder. He was a beautiful boy he looked very much like Dimitri.

Paul was now 16 and about 6ft 3. Not far of his uncle.

As soon as he felt me touch his shoulder he was off like a rocket upstairs. I heard him go in to his room.

I looked at Dimitri who jangled his keys in front of my face. I used my finger to coax him closer to me so he was leaning down towards me.

I then hit him up the back of his head and spoke in English.

"Do not jangle that set of keys in my face again. And we will speak later young man."

He stood up rubbing the back of his head as he did this I noticed he had a black eye and a few cuts on his face.

I walked out to the car. I could sense Dimitri closely behind me and I could hear Paul quickly coming down the stairs.

Paul got into the car with big bag.

Paul was coming because he could help a lot he had decided he was going to become a doctor I know he is young but his academic ability is so high that he has got into medical School early.

I think he wants to be a doctor because he admires Roza so much.

Once we were in the car Dimitri spoke in his flat Guardian tone.

"Oksana and Mark's?"

I nod my head and with that he starts the engine and pulls the car away at top speed.

As I watch the scenery pass I think about how I made Roza walk down to their house with a massive bag of bricks.

Within a couple of minutes Dimitri has parked the car very obscurely outside the house.

As I start to unfasten my seat belt the passenger door opens and there standing is Dimitri he helps me out of the car.

I see Oksana front door is open. As I get inside I see Paul checking out the young girl who looks unconscious on the couch.

From the front door to the couch there is a massive trail of blood.

As I get closer to the body Dimitri joins me and we see….

DPOV

As I drove the jeep up towards my home I see lights in the distance it seems to be wavering a bit but then all of a sudden it disappears out of view.

I wonder what happened to the girl at the airport. She seemed so similar to Roza in the aspects of her attitude.

I knew that she was dead but there is still something in my heart telling me she is still alive.

I have a held a hug amount of hope in my heart since she told be she would always be close.

I quickly pull up outside of my home to see all my family outside.

I am instantaneously grabbed out of the jeep I just manage to put the hand break on before I was grabbed out of my seat by my sisters.

Whilst being hugged I hear the car engine being switched off.

My sisters let go of me and part stepping to either side of me so that I was looking straight into the eyes of my mother.

She half walks half runs straight over to me and grabs me into a hug. She hugs me for a good few minutes. Tightly I may add.

As she pulls away slowly I feel her drop the car keys into the front pocket of my jeans.

As my mother completely lets go of me a smaller body grabs me be by the leather jacket and pulls me down so that I am looking her directly in the eyes.

It is my Babushka. She wraps her small frail arms around me, as she pulls away from me the phone rings at the exact same time.

I look towards the house to see Vikki running into the house.

Hmm I wonder what that is about I will have to check later… you know do the brotherly thing which includes threatening boys. I actually enjoy that bit just to see the fear on the faces.

I am dragged into the house by my other two other sisters Sonya and Karliona. I say it like I was forced into the house but I followed happily without a hint of resistance.

As I walk up the porch stairs I see Paul leaning against the wall of the house he has his arms crossed over his chest.

I look at his face to see he has a similar Guardian mask to mine; I step over to him so I am standing in front of him.

He looks about 5ft 10 leaning slumped against the wall, but as he smile at me he straightens up and rises to his full height. He must be about…

"6ft 3 Uncle D"

Wow I was 6ft 7 he was catching up with me.

I grab my only nephew in my arms and hug him. He hugs me back tightly his way of showing off his new found strength.

Since he was a little tot this has been our way to welcome each other. To everyone else it looks like we are hugging but secretly we are showing of our strength to each other.

And I have to say he has some strength. I could tell he had been training hard but by his strength I suspected he had been trained by somebody I would need to ask him about it later.

I walk into the house with my arm slung over Paul's shoulder. We look very similar in appearance our eyes are the same but his hair was longer than mine.

His haircut was like mine used to be years ago, unlike my new short spiked hairstyle.

I done it when Roza first left hoping she would come and kick my ass for cutting it, I never ever knew for sure if she liked it long but I had a hunch.

But she never did come back and kick my ass. I think she seemed to find my shorter hair style hotter well that's what she mumbled in her sleep yesterday.

Once we were all inside the house Vikki spoke.

"Babushka, Oksana and Mark have a severely injured girl at their house they wondered if you had anything first aid and any casting plaster leftover? And could they have them right now?"

Yeva outstretched her hand and Paul ran upstairs.

I jangled the car keys my mother had put back in my pocket. As I shook them gently I watched Yeva's face transform in to a frown.

She used that pointy finger of hers to coax me towards her- lulling me into a false sense of security. I leant down towards her.

As I got closer to her or in perfect range some could say she slapped me up the back of my head and then spoke in English which is very rare for Babushka.

"Do not jangle that set of keys in my face again. And we will speak later young man."

I subconsciously rubbed the back of my head wondering what she could possible want to talk to me about.

I headed outside following my Grandmother I turned round to see Paul joining us he was carrying a big bag.

Once in the car I spoke.

"Oksana and Mark's?"

My grandmother nodded as I pulled the jeep onto the road.

I drove faster than normal since Vik had mentioned that was an emergency. Once outside Oksana and Marks I didn't bother to park properly outside their home.

As I got out of the car I saw Paul running into Oksana and Marks home their front door was wide open I wasn't at all surprised since they were expecting us.

It was still dangerous though to leave their door wide open as I suspect that there is probably a group of strigoi lurking in the woods surrounding their home.

I walked round to the passenger's door of the jeep and opened the car door for my grandmother she got out and walked straight into the house.

I quickly did an observation of my surrounding; you could never be too safe.

I saw a motorbike parked just outside the garage, my eyes were slightly strained in the darkness but I could see the bike was covered in a liquid.

I took a step towards it and saw a puddle at the back of the bike as well, must be a fuel leak.

But then my eyes followed the path from the bike to the house and I could see it was like a snails trailed I walked over to the door.

The closer I got to the door the more I knew it wasn't fuel. The light from inside the house caught the liquid-ay substance.

The distinct colour of red told me what I was seeing was blood.

I walked straight into the house and over to the couch where Mark and my grandmother were standing side by side.

I could see Oksana slumped in a chair barely awake she was a lot paler than she should have been for a Moroi.

Her trembling hands held a large mug. She slowly brought the mug to her mouth and gulped the contents of the mug down in one like a vodka shot. But definitely not Russian Vodka.

I watched Oksana set the empty cup down on the table at the side of the seat she was sitting on.

Very quickly the colour returned to her face. She was still her normal pale-ish colour but with a hint of a slight tan.

She stood up from her seat warily and cautiously she blinked a couple of times. Then she walked over to the couch like nothing had ever happened.

My attention fell from Oksana onto Paul who was making a cast for the girl's leg.

I studied how he was making the plaster it's was the exact same method that would be done if you were in hospital.

I would know I have broken my shoulder twice as a child and my leg once.

I wonder where he learnt to do that?

Again my eyes shift this time they land on the girl. I immediately recognise her…

As the girl from the plane she is surrounded in a puddle of blood, enough blood to indicate that she has had some major life threatening wounds.

My eyes search her body but I see no signs or existence of serious injuries except from the plaster on her stomach but nothing else.

Oksana must have healed any life threatening injuries the girl had supported.

I could see that she had a serious leg injury with the bones broken piercing through the skin.

Paul was dealing with it the best he could but I suspected she would probably be going to hospital tomorrow. And she would need surgery on it.

Paul finished up on the leg and stood up stretching.

The girl started to fidget slightly on the couch her eyes were starting to flutter.

Everyone stepped forward thinking that she must be waking up.

Before I could see her eyes Yeva spoke again in English.

"Mark we shall take the girl and care for her."

Mark replied in English as well.

"Thank-you for helping us she is very special to us and we know that she is particularly special to your family."

What is with them speaking in English they never spoke any other language apart from Russian?

Why the change all of a sudden?

My grandmother looked weak and frail I had never seen her like this in all the years I have know her.

Tears started to fall down her cheeks. She looked spaced like Roza becomes when she was being spoken to through the bond.

Oksana and Mark had the same expression. They must be having a private chat.

Soon enough they came out of their 'spacing'. Yeva seemed to back to her normal bossy self as she commanded me to pick the girl up and put her in the car.

As I bent to pick her up Oksana shouted to me.

"Be careful I may have healed her injuries on the outside but they are still in a pretty bad condition inside. Dimitri please look after her she needs a lot of care I can't promise she won't…"

She broke off sobbing. Mark walked over to her and pulled her into a comforting hug. He continued for her.

"Dimitri what Oksana means is that she is in such a critical situation that she might not survive the night. But we believe that if you comfort and care for her she might just have the will to pull through. With her current injuries she believes that she will just be a hindrance to the person she loves. She needs you to show her your love."

Wait why it is if I look after her she will survive.

Show her my love.

I have already watched somebody die that I love I can't go through watching someone else die. This was the only thought circulating through my mind.

Oksana wiped her eyes she started to approach me as she did I looked around to see Babushka and Paul had gone; they must have went out to the car.

Once she was standing in front of me she spoke in the motherly tone that she used to comfort me as a young boy.

She was like my second mother when ever I got in trouble I would come down to Oksana's.

She grabbed my face gently in her two hands and stared me in the eyes. She spoke in a calming tone.

"Listen to my words carefully Dimitri. She might not survive the only chance she has is for you to be by her side. Dimitri my boy you think you have lost your soul mate. I have one thing to tell you Rose didn't lie when she said she would be close by. Think Dimitri don't you feel some sort of connection to this girl. I want you to when you get home please think over what I and Mark have said word for word. You will realise I am right."

Huh? I mean…. What?

Ok no time for this I have no other option than to look after this girl. I walk over to the comatosed body.

I gently slide my hands under her back and head and lift her up.

Within seconds of touching her I feel little mean sparks that seem to become bigger the longer I hold her.

But I can't allow myself to feel this way it isn't Roza.

I pull her small frame closer to my chest and head out to the car the back door is open and Paul is leaning against it.

Once at the door I start to slide myself in holding the mysterious girls pale body. Paul supports her head.

As soon as I am seated in the car he closes the door and jumps into the driver's seat, he carefully but quickly drives home.

Once he has parked he gets our Grandmother safely into the house.

Then opens the door for me I manage to get out the car without hitting Miss mysterious head off of anything.

Once inside the house I realise everybody has gone to bed. I start to walk up the stairs once I get to my room I struggle to open the door but manage using my knee and the back of my hand.

In my room I am hit with the familiar scent of vanilla and strawberry. Roza must have stayed here when she was in Russia.

I walk over to the bed and see there are some clean clothes. I place the girl down on the bed.

She starts to stir slightly as the door opens. It's Paul he seems to have my travel Rucksack.

"I thought I would get your stuff Uncle D. I also wanted to say that if anything changes in her condition for the worse let me know."

I nod and with that he is gone.

Why is everybody tiptoeing around me why can't they just come out with what they want to say?

I turn back to face my bed. Something catches my eye. There seems to be a blob of hair beside the girl. She must be wearing a wig.

I pull the fake bob of and underneath I see the long luscious hair of my Roza.

Her cascading curls flow out on to the pillow in all directions.

But wait it can't be Roza's hair she is dead. I step away and blink a few times. When I reopen my eyes I see the Mazur mobster eyes.

Yip this is definitely my Roza I lean over her and see her struggle to smile. It makes my heart ache to see her in so much pain.

Wait Dimitri is this definitely Roza? You watched her die

My head whips back to face her when I hear her speak.

"Yes Comrade I am alive it was for your own safety, come lie down with me and remember I will always be close."

I gently get onto the bed and pull her to my chest carefully wrapping my arms around her curvy frame.

I drift into a blissful sleep with a toothy grin on my face and my wife in my arms.

RPOV

I can't believe he figured out it is me. He is going to hate me so much when he wakes up to find me gone.

Yeah I know what you are thinking your pathetic Rose. But if I don't leave he is in danger of being killed quicker.

When he wakes up he will probably just think he had a dream and plane girl has disappeared. Now since I have a slightly longer life expectancy time to escape again.

Now how to get to Turkey?

All I needed to do was lie down for long enough and think of a plan.

All I needed was time. Time, time time and more time. This was all my life is related to is.

Time.

I needed to be gone by the morning.

Well I might as well be comfortable whilst I think. That definitely includes snuggling up to my husband.

But I know that when I leave my whole heart will also be left behind.

As my heart belongs to my comrade.