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That night I let myself fall down to the bed and welcomed sleep with open arms. It was a long day and Jessica sucked all the life out of me. She wouldn't leave me alone all day and had talked non-stop. I let out a tired yawn and fell asleep with the covers pulled up high.

I opened my eyes to find myself in a dark room sitting on a chair with my hands tied to the back of it. "Hello?" I yelled only to hear my own voice echo. Panic started to consume my body as I tried to free my hands.

I heard a faint chuckle, one that I would recognize at all times. My heart stopped beating for a few seconds and my breathing quickened. "Show yourself!" I spat out furious.

In a blink of an eye Dimitri stood right in front of me. He was the same as I last saw him. His soft silk hair was tied up in a tail but a few strands had managed to escape, they always did. He wore his same old black duster and a pair of jeans. He looked at me taking me in as well. Then he finally smiled but it didn't reach his red ringed eyes. "We finally meet again Roza." Dimitri said flashing me a cold grin that showed his fangs.

"What do you want?" I asked fierce, never breaking our gaze. I refused myself to let him see my fear. If I go down I choose to go down with my pride.

He reached out his hand and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. It used to excite me and make me feel special once but now it only disgusted me. "I think I've made myself pretty clear Roza." He said cupping my cheek with his right hand.

I quickly turned my face away and glared at him. "Don't fucking touch me!"

Dimitri closed his eyes for a second and let out a heavy frustrated sigh. My rejection made something in him snap and it was as if he was trying to hold himself back.

I know I should've stayed silent, I know I shouldn't have pushed him but the words were out of my mouth before I realized it. "I'm glad you have to kill me now. I wouldn't want to stand beside you for an eternity living like a monster. You are not the man I love and you can't trick me into thinking that anymore."

His eyes flared with hatred as he pulled me up by my throat. "Sooner or later I will find you Roza. Did you really think you could escape from me? I will get you." He hissed through clenched teeth, gripping my throat tighter. "But first I will hit you where it hurts most. Now that you are gone who is guarding Princess Vasilisa Dragomir? No one is nearly as good as you."

I winced more at his words than at the fact that I couldn't breath. I struggled to break free but nothing worked and slowly I felt myself growing weak.

Dimitri let go of me and even looked amused as I hardly hit the floor still tied to the chair. "I think I'll go after your other friends before I get to her so she'll suffer and live her last days in fear as she knows she's on my list."

Anger started clouding my mind. "Don't you dare Dimitri! Don't you dare lay a finger on her. I will kill you." I said in my most coldest and darkest voice that it even startled me.

There was an amused look in his face. "And how are you going to do that? You can't even defend yourself now. Look at you, you are pathetic." He crouched down beside me and stroked my cheek. "Nothing can be done now Roza. This is your fate, all of your fates. So just enjoy it as long as you still breathe." He leaned in and brushed his lips against my neck softly, almost in an affectionate way. He paused a little taking my scent in, before I could feel the pain shoot through my body that was almost instantly replaced with a pleasant, almost orgasmic feeling.

I shot up in bed in cold sweat, my breathing was heavy and my hands almost instantly went to my throat. They were looking for any signs of bite marks but couldn't find any. Relief went through me and my heart started beating at a normal rate again. I leaned on my left side to turn on the night light but suddenly I froze. Something wasn't right.. Someone was here.

I quickly jumped out of bed trying to be so silent as I could. I bend down and gripped the silver stake out from under my bed. Patrick told me I'd might need it once, never did I think I'd need it this soon.

The room was dark but with my dhampir senses it didn't matter, I could still see perfectly. I glanced through the room, observing the details. In times like these my guardian mode automatically kicked in. From the corner of my eye I saw someone moving towards the window. It was so quick that I almost would've missed it if I wasn't paying enough attention. I didn't think but let my body do the action. In one move I was close enough to grip the person's shoulder and let them stagger behind. The person only staggered a bit but that was all I needed, I landed a kick just above the hip and quickly went into another attack position.

I could tell it was a guy by how his body was build. Before he had time to steady himself I pulled my stake out. I wanted to end this quickly. The way we were standing didn't give me any opening to his heart but that didn't matter I could distract him first. I cut the stake in his face, swiftly cutting his cheek, but nothing happened. He didn't even shriek in the slightest. Now that I thought about it, it couldn't be a strigoi. A strigoi wouldn't be able to pass the wards in the first place. But on the other hand, a silver stake could hurt anyone but this person didn't even seem to feel uncomfortable. I was simply mind blown.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I forgot one of the most important rules in battle combat. Don't ever get distracted. I got hit on the shoulder and I could've sworn I heard it crack as I fell backwards. He was strong, really strong. But my years of experience told me that he wasn't a fighter. I got up in seconds, which he didn't expected after the hit I got. He was startled and that gave me an opportunity to punch him in the face with full force. He fell to the floor and I quickly straddled him, using all my power to keep him still.

I studied him quietly, taking all his features in. There was something about his bronze hair and his bone structure that made me believe we've already met. When he finally opened his eyes in defeat I jerked away as quickly as a strigoi could. His eyes were gold-brownish, there was only one person in the world I knew who had those eyes. "Edward?" I said in the most perplexed way.

He stood up and straightened his shirt again with that incredible speed. He was as fast as a strigoi, he also had the strenght as one but he definitely wasn't one.. was he? Edward simply nodded and sounded as astonished as I felt. "Rose."

I stood up also keeping a distance between us. "Who are you? What are you? And what the hell are you doing here?" I rambled and then I heard something click in my head.

"You're Edward Cullen.. that's why you're here." I said barely louder than a whisper.

"Well duh. I'm in you're class." He said as he successfully dodged the other questions I had asked.

"No, not that. You are Bella Swan's Edward." I said remembering what I saw this morning.

Edward's face became hard and his jaw clenched. He was mad again like in class this morning but I saw something that I didn't see then, I saw the hint of sadness. "How did you know Bella?"

"I-I didn't. I came across something this morning." I said carefully, I walked towards the wall and turned the light on. "I assume this was her room." I mused as I bend down showing him the words that were carved into the wall.

He had a pained look on his face but it faded quickly as his face became emotionless. It reminded me of Dimitri and how he always had his guardian face on. It was rare for me to see him weakened or even happy. He always walked the halls with a poker face. But the days he did let his guard down around me were burned into my mind forever.

"How long ago did you lose her?" I asked glancing back at the wall.

Edward studied me long before he gave me an answer. I don't know exactly what he was looking for but he needed some reassurance that I could be trusted with the information he had for me. Which was probably fair, not even ten minutes ago I was about to end his life and now we were discussing his private life. Which reminded me that I still didn't know what he was. He sure as hell wasn't human, moroi or strigoi.

I probably subconsciously had a horrified look on my face because he smiled sadly and nodded. As if he wanted to say "yeah, right back at you".

"This year it will be 86 years ago." He finally said quietly.

Something in me told me that I rather wouldn't have known but a big part of me also knew that there wasn't a way back now.