I know I haven't uploaded in a looong time, and I apologize for that! I wasn't sure if the story was good with just one chapter, but a few people wanted more so here's another one! A little look deeper into my fave couple, AdrianxRose. Here we see Dmitri (BTW, I'm using that spelling because for some reason my computer always corrects me and it's too much work just to add one little "i". I don't even like him. I HATE him. So I don't care about his name.

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After that day of cloud watching and talking of heaven, Adrian quit seeing Rose everywhere, his muse never returning as he roamed around the college campus in the early hours of midmorning, looking for anything to cure his appetite as the days grew more and more spaced out, minutes suddenly pulled apart by the seams and stretched into long, droning years.

The click, click, clicking of high heels caught his complete attention as two women walked by, his eyes of course trailing up from the beautifully arched stilettos to the constant sway of their hips in tight denim jeans. They kept deliciously in step as they talked, the blonde one over exaggerating something with her fake nails and their pretty sparkling tips. Her curls were tight and hardened by some kind of gel, unlike her brunette counterpart, whose hair was short and free, brushed gently back with a smooth, dry effect. Their figures were on complete display with lustful, enthralling movements, from the flick of their finger tips as they texted to the sensual way they sat on the bench and crossed their legs, one of them in a v neck to complement her heavy breasts, the other covered up in a slim tube top that matched her overly done make up.

They looked cheap to Adrian, but if the show was free, then why would he complain?

A sudden flash of Rose in her guardian attire, fists ready and posture fluid and lethal appeared behind his closed eyes, disappearing just as he woke from his idle thinking by the girl's boisterous laughter, one of them pointing to him, a hushed smile set on her brightly painted lips.

"Is that Adrian, the Ivashkov boy?"

"I heard he's a great painter, known for his money."

"Maybe he wants models?"

His vampiric hearing alerted him as they spoke softly, a smile of his own fading as they spoke of models. Sure they had the height, and even the looks, but nothing about them actually struck him, there was nothing that made him want to draw, no spark or burst of flame as with Rose.

To be exact, looking at those women, there was no feeling as when he was with Rose. It was so hard to put his finger on what Rose had that they didn't. Suddenly, their eyes were burning through him as he regained his thoughts and turned in parting, almost embarrassedly as if he had called out the wrong name during an intimate moment.

'Maybe I should see her? Would she want to see me? Am I even seeable?' He looked down to his clothes, of course the finest Italian suit and a red tie which was more of a red gash against the white shirt, and slid a hand through his messily, windblown locks, satisfied with himself. 'Hmm, knowing Rosemarie, she'd be at training, maybe wasting the day away without me," there was a devilish smile as he picked up his pace and ran toward the south side of the quad, hoping that she would be there as usual.

-VV-

He had hoped she would be resting again, just as she had that one other time, but to no luck. Instead, he came up the hill and over looked the grounds, spying Rose and that Dmitri guy who was her teacher or something, Adrian's mind couldn't really recall.

The two were tense with concentration, arms readied and waiting, whether to fight or defend, anything was open, the fight unpredictable and loose, though every movement was practiced and rough. Rose looked powerful, on top, in complete control as she ducked the Russian's deep right hook, her feet swiping out to knock him off those braced feet of his. Her lithe movements could get out of any cornering, Dmitri looking like a wall of stone and steel as he moved forward on her, too close for Adrian's comfort.

She retaliated quickly, wildly, anything to keep her from slipping from her place on top. She crossed her arms in front of her chest to block a kick he sent toward her and grabbed at his feet, pulling him right off balance.

There was a flash of a wicked grin on her face, a look of pure victory as he toppled, just as those huge hands of his grabbed her shirt front and brought her down with him. They were a sudden mess of flying hands and grunts of frustration as Dmitri tried to land the 'killer move', which Adrian knew was the moment that their little practice fight would end, the moment that he had his lips on her throat.

A sudden surge of anger crept its way hotly through his veins, heart a sudden fire of flushed beatings. He was sickened and saddened, stomach twisting grotesquely as he saw the two wrestle, at this point, Rose fighting with no style or skill, just hasty and unskilled actions to get the lumbering Russian off of her -without getting the kiss of death.

She was locked, chained, kept in line by the stronger man, her practice stake lost from her grasp and swatted from her hand, landing just out of reach.

-WW-

'Can't get him off...he's just too fast, it's like he can read my thoughts.' His weight was pressing against her, making it hard to push up from his thick fingers that were grabbing for her wrists, to pin her and seal her fate.

Her feet came up close to her, knees digging into his chest, prying with all her pent up strength to loosen his grip of her. It was growing terribly hot being close to him, hearts racing side by side, the sweat of his brow sopping his bangs to his forehead, those eyes so deep and attentive to each of her tiny movements, from the course of her muscles under her training uniform, to the flicker in her eyes. She was getting desperate and dirty with her fighting, and he could feel her losing her grip on the entire situation.

"Gottcha Roza." Came his dark voice from those smiling lips, the little bud of teeth coming out and latching to the base of her throat, her body going limp.

She lost. And she knew it.

Rose no longer fought, melting now to her pants and gasps from normal breathing, his body getting heavier as he bit a little harder than usual, leaving a tiny bruise like a strawberry patch for the whole world to see.

Dmitri drew up on his knees, looking over her like a true guardian with obsidian hard eyes and snarky glare. "You didn't keep calm, that's where you messed up."

"I know!" She heaved a frustrated sigh and rolled out from under his stare as he stood, shaking his head.

"Without simple self control you could never become Lisa's guardian-"

"I know! Dmitri, I know!"

"Then why are you still failing practices like this? Eddie is already shaping up nicely, practically leaving you in the dust. I thought you wanted this more?" His tone was dangerously sharp, even though seconds ago he was on the cusp of laughter at catching her, like some love sick boy in high school. Dmitri was all professional now, tossing her stake to her as she rose to her feet, a hand feeling the mark he had left, eyes downcast like a child's being scolded.

Adrian could barely hold himself back from taking on Dmitri himself, hands balled in tight, white knuckled fists, fangs bared as he threw daggers in his stares from his watching place. 'He has no right to take that tone with her. He isn't her father. He needs to back off.' His eyes passed over to Rose and softened as he saw her forlorn disposition, her shoulders hunched and sighing, eyes dulling and lifeless, worn out now as she trudged back towards her dorm.

"Rose!" Somehow Adrian had gotten her name to roll smoothly off his tongue and he loved its sweet, nectarous taste. "Rose! Wait up!"

He raced down the hill and quickly ran a hand through his hair to tame it back and out of his eyes, so easily falling in step with her, though Rose had shied from him at first.

"Oh, Adrian, God, you scared me for a sec. I didn't know it was you." She looked disappointedly up to him, raking her eyes over his fine suit and tie, then back to the empty hall that lay in front of them. Dmitri's kiss mark throbbed poisonously against her skin, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the thought of Adrian noticing, or worst, knowing what it was from. Rose could feel his eyes probing her with that artistry kind of look he always adopted around her, ever since she had let him paint her that one time.

"Adrian, don't stare,"

"I can't help it, you're beautiful." His sentences were always so painfully honest, as if he believed each word with the utmost care.

"Well don't stare at it." The mark, she was ashamed of the mark. And Adrian understood completely, so suddenly, that his next move startled Rose.

His arm had come up in front of her and she had turned to him to question, just as he had swiftly pressed her back against the wall, pressing his forehead to hers, her head tilted up to him with no fear, just liquid confidence in her eyes.

Neither moved. Neither spoke. Barely a breath was passed between them. Only Adrian's hands moved, slow and biding as if he wanted Rose to be able to read each of his move loudly and clearly, face turning slowly to smile down to her.

The tip of his nose brushed hers. His eyelashes tickled her eyelids as she kept them close. Goosebumps rose on her skin as he finally kissed her, though his lips only rested there a feather of a second before he brought his artfully nimble fingers to her face and turned her gaze away from him, licking his lips at the sight of that hideous red mark. His lips latched on her skin tightly, covering it completely, though there was a distinct coolness with Adrian that Dmitri didn't have.

And Rose knew what was coming next.

The swift pain, and that wonderful, ecstatic high that was to follow. His fangs were tick and sharp like a wolf's curving into her vein with a greedy lust, tongue lapping at the red river, his Adam's apple bobbing gingerly as he swallowed. The holes he had punctured were laced with a tingling feeling, the driving feeling deep and glowing inside of her as she suppressed a shiver against him.

She was floating, she was flying, she was safely secured in his arms, and everything was good.

Everything was beautifully good.

"I love you Rose." His lips were painted red like poppies as he drew away from her, her mind blank, his words simply taking sound and tickling her neck as he kissed her again as if to close the wound.

"I love you to." Her arms came around him and pressed him readily closer to her, at this moment willing to say anything to get him to love her even more. She wanted it all, everything, and anything Adrian had to offer.

There was a glint in her eyes that she recognized, but didn't care anymore.

She had seen those eyes before, and they had lead him to terrible sins.