I've decided to keep this in third person. Thanks everyone.

I have something else to tell you guys. I started another story. It's called Pawn and it would be awesome if you guys went over and checked it out. It's a R/D fanfic, don't worry :)

Also, it's in first person.

"What?" Her brows shot up in surprised as she stared at the man. His appearance started to register. She knew him, knew him since she was just a little girl. Christian stood in her doorway, looking like some wet dog. That's when Rose realized that it had been raining outside. "Oh dear God, get your ass in here and let's get you dried off before you catch a cold." She pulled him in, holding all the questions she had for him.

"Rose, I'm not kidding. You're in danger." He yanked his arm free from Rose's grip. "You're in serious danger and I'm here to take you back."

"Take me back? To my mother? Hell no. I will never set foot back in that place. If I'm really in danger, I think I will be able to handle myself." She rolled her eyes. Maybe Christian was high and somehow made his way over here. Though, that couldn't be right since the drive was over a day long. Shaking her head, she grabbed onto his arm and pulled him over to her bathroom. "Just hush and take a nice hot shower and then we can talk about everything that's going on inside your head, yeah?" She shut the door before he had a change to say anything.

What was Christian doing here? She hadn't seen him in over five years. Yeah, they would sometimes send emails back and forth but that had become a rare thing lately. Rose pondered what he had told her as she walked into her room to look for some clothes he could possibly fit into. What did he mean she was in danger? In danger of what? The closes she could come to being in danger would probably be if she maxed out her credit card.

Before Rose could think any further, she heard another knock on her door. "Oh for fucks sake!" She threw the clothes onto her bed before stomping over to her door. How was anyone getting through the first door? And she knew well enough no one on her floor would ever stop by at this hour to just chit-chat with her. Rose slung the door open and groaned as she saw a soaking wet Lissa. "You too?! Have any of you heard of umbrellas?

Lissa's face darken. "What are you talking about?"

Waving her hand, she allowed Lissa to walk into her apartment, rushing to her hall closet to take out a towel before handing it over to her. "Here. I'm sorry what I said before it's just-"

"Rose! I don't think I can put on my clothes, they are still wet... Do you... Oh." Turning around, Rose's eyes widened as she saw her old friend standing in her hallway with just a towel hanging around his waist.

"Who's this?" Lissa asked, her eyes trained on Christian.

"Yeah, who is this?" Christian echoed.

Closing her eyes, Rose took a deep breath in. "Lissa, this is Christian. Christian, this is Lissa. There, now you both know each other." Rubbing her forehead, she closed her eyes. Between the dream she had just had and now these two showing up? It was a little overwhelming. Rose just wanted to sleep. What time was it anyways?

"Uhm..." Lissa began, not knowing where to go from all this. "Rose, can I talk to you privately, please?" Without Rose having to say anything, Christian just nodded and found his way over to Rose's room. Lissa quickly grabbed onto Rose's arm, her eyes wide and her voice low. "Why didn't you tell me about this? I had no clue you were seeing someone."

Rose almost choked at that. "I'm not seeing anyone. Christian is an old friend of mine. He just arrived here, actually, a few minutes before you did. He was soaking wet, so I sent him off to take a shower."

"Oh..." Lissa peered around Rose, pursing her lips. "He is kind of hot though."

"Lissa. What are you doing here?" She ignored her commented.

"I wanted to see you and talk to you about some things, but now that you're busy, I guess I can come by tomorrow or something." Lissa let go of Rose's arm and headed towards the door.

"No, you can stay." She stopped her, no sense of coming all this way just to turn away and walk back in the rain. "You can borrow some of my clothes. I don't need you getting sick either. We'll talk after, alright?" Rose smiled a little, happy to see that her friend wasn't mad at her any longer. Though, she would never tell her about the dream she had about Dimitri, she didn't want to make Lissa mad again.

Rose walked over to her room and knocked on the door. "Christian, are you done in there?" The door flung open and there stood a none-happy Christian wearing a hot pink shirt that didn't fit at all and didn't cover his stomach along with the shortest looking short. Rose burst into laughter. "I had clothes for you on my bed! And this is what you found?!"

"It's not funny. I should have brought clothes with me." He shook his head.

"What's all the commotion about?" Lissa came into view, her towel hanging around her shoulders. Her eyes almost bugged out of their sockets when her eyes settled on Christian. "Oh. My. God."

Christian yelled, darting back into the room when he saw Lissa. His face had turned bright red second before. He was obviously embarrassed.

"Oh you two... I love the both of you." Rose couldn't stop laughing.

Dimitri had stayed up all night searching up Rose. He had found little information about her. She didn't have a Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr or any of those other social networking, which he found weird. She was young and thought she would be into those type of things. He guessed not. Though, he did find Lissa's networking sites and there were pictures of the both of them. Just from searching through everything, he found out Rose's favorite color, favorite food, favorite movie... the list went on but they were all useless facts about her. Nothing really serious.

But what was strange about the whole things was that, he couldn't find anything about her parents... if she even had any.

A knock sounded on his bedroom door causing Dimitri to look away from his computer screen. Getting up, he turned the computer off before stepping out of his hidden room. He walked over to the door and opened it slowly, peering out to see a wide awake Adrian at his door. "Hey, Dimitri!" He smiled and tilted his head. "I made you some breakfast... Oh dear, you look like death."

Dimitri raised a brow, not exactly understanding what he meant by that but than it dawned on him that he had pulled an all nighter. rubbing his face, his opened the door wider and leaned on it's frame as he crossed his arms. "Yeah, couldn't sleep well last night. And did you say you made breakfast? Since when did you ever cook?"

Adrian sighed. "Alright, you caught me. I went out and bought some things." He rolled his head. "So, shoot me. Come on, let's go eat before the food gets cold."

He chuckled and followed after him, shutting the door close behind him. As they made their way down to the kitchen, a strange thought popped into Dimitri's head. Maybe while Adrian was here, he could make himself useful for some. He was pretty good at getting information about some people. "Hey, can you help me out with something?"

"What?" Adrian beamed, he was surprised at Dimitri's offer.

"Help me find out some information about someone. It's quite hard and I know how well you are at that sort of thing... since you know... you can use Spirit and what not." He stuffed his hands into his pockets, his shoulders hunched over, waiting for Adrian's answer.

"You're a Spirit user as well, Dimitri. Why don't you just do it?" His brows came together in confusion. He was right. Dimitri was a spirit user but he was no where as strong as Adrian was. After all, he had just figured about the huge phenomenon a few years ago and even though he seemed to have a hold of it, he didn't always know how to control it. And when things did get out of control, the only way he knew how to calm things down was to drink a humans blood while intimate. Sometimes he even led him to be a little violent during his sessions.

"I am not as strong as you are, Adrian. I don't know how to brush others minds like you can. I can just dream walk and heal others. Also, read aura's but you had taught me that." Dimitri shook his head. It was rare for any Moroi to be a Spirit user, but who knew that two Spirit grew up with each other.

"True." Adrian nodded, thinking about it all as he took a seat at the table that had a large variety of food. "I'll agree to it... only if you tell me what you're up to." Adrian smirked.

Damn.

This was a short chapter, sorry bout that.

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