Chapter 4

Adrian had to drive. He would let me, even though his BAC level was way over 0.1%. I still thought I should drive but he just said, "No, no little Dhampir, my car my rules."

He pulled us up to Saint Poel's. The place was packed with people, many older drunks and a few underage drinkers. I was counted in the underage group.

Adrian and I stepped out of the car. I heard a few groups of guys conversations come to a stop when me and Adrian started to walk to the main entrance. Then a couple of guys whistled. Hopefully the whistles weren't for Adrian.

"Well, well Rose. You're getting quite the attention." He smiled slightly.

The guy at the door stamped both of our hands. Mine said above age. Thank God, I thought I wasn't going to be allowed to drink tonight.

Adrian Immediately steered us over to a table of a couple of Moroi guys. They were exceptionally cute, but about Dimitri's age.

I heard all of them say 'Hey Adrian!' as we walked to the table then their eyes focused on me.

"Well, Adrian, who is this?" A tall brunette man said. He eyes where slouched and he had a little boy look to him. It seems that he has been drinking, due to the large amount of Martini glasses on the table.

"Well, Paul, this is Rose. Rose, this is Paul." I smiled and offered my hand, but he pulled me close to him and kissed my hand.

"Uhm, thank?" I smiled awkwardly.

Then Adrian pointed out a tall red headed man, he was about six feet tall and reminded me of Dimitri.

"This is Vigo." Vigo smiled and nodded, and then Adrian introduced me to a guy named Maxwell.

"Adrian, I'm going to go get a drink, want one?"

He said no, so I went to grab a glass. After a grabbed a Sangria, I went and I sat and conversed with the four guys, and then things started to get a little blurry and more drinks went down and more and more…

I woke up and I was on a bed, I was dressed in some pretty revealing French 'Pj's'. Ugh, these wouldn't fit a two year old boy.

That's when I realized that I was dreaming, and that I was not in control of my body.

"Well hello Rose. Finally up?" He smiled and bent down to kiss my lips. This kiss seemed electrifying, but it really wasn't. But the way he touched my body and caressed my curves, my body was thinking for my head.

Adrian then inched up the short dress up, his hands crawling up underneath it, then up more, and more, and more.

Then I snapped out of it. And I realized that I was going to kill Adrian for doing that to me in my dream. Not a dream more like a nightmare, a horrible one at that. Who would want to hook up with Adrian?

"Well hello Rose, how was your nap?" Adrian shut his eyes and gave me a wide grin. He was drunker than usual.

"I thought you where asleep," I spaced out," I had some really creepy dream about you. You and I where in a hotel room and I was dressed in some really whorish French Pj's. You and I where making out, and all of that." I quit speaking, because I saw the extra large smile on his face.

"What, Adrian?" I questioned him, an awkward look on my face.

"It's nice to know that you dream of me Rose, even when I don't force you into the dream with me." He smiled. It was a sweet smile, one that you usually only got every once in a while. But I knew the reason he was smiling and I had to smile at that reason too.

"Focus on the road Ivaskov, not on me." I pointed out.

We got back to academy, and I stepped out of Adrian's Dodge Charger, and almost fell out. I was drunker than I planned to be. But it still felt good. Adrian had to help me walk to the commons.

I wasn't aloud to go to his room, and he wasn't aloud to even be in my room. Obviously they treated him like a student when he was here, but they shouldn't. Adrian may be creepy and perverted, but he was completely harmless.

"Well, little Dhampir, I must be going. You have class tomorrow, and I have spirit training," he nudged me and then continued, "bye-bye." Arian gave me a swift and formal kiss on the cheek. I actually was starting to think that Adrian and I were becoming good friends. Also the thoughts of him being my friend didn't really bother me as much as when I first meet him.

In the faint background I could see someone walking up to us. They stopped when they saw Adrian and I kiss. It was Dimitri. Oh God, I was in a whole fucking mess of trouble. I said I wouldn't go messing around with Adrian, and I didn't. But from where he was standing it could have looked like anything. And boy did he look mad.

"Rose." Dimitri's voice was stale, and it frightened me, really badly. But his eye's said something else. He was not ye's, but a little below that. I followed his eyes and I was starring at my neck now. It had two little slits and was bruised. I felt delusional also, I was scared of the truth and was trying to make up some excellent excuse. But I had none, at all. Adrian had took me to Saint Poel's, his friends have bitten me like I was some kind of Blood Whore, and Dimitri was on his way on a rampage. My life seemed as if it was falling apart, but this was only the beginning.