Sorry for the loooooong wait, I told you I might not be able to update frequently but I thank you for always waiting for me. I don't know what I'd do without you guys!
Azar Ozera... So that's where the Ozera's started turning evil. I guess it just ran in their blood for centuries.
Not the time Adrian.. Gotta find things on spirit.
So instead of finishing the scroll I was reading, I rolled it back up and grabbed a different one, the second out of three in the chest.
Unfortunately for me, it was written in a language I didn't recognize. I had only learned English, Russian, and French as a child. Since I couldn't translate it myself, I tucked both remaining scrolls into my jacket and closed the chest.
I walked out the room like I was going for a stroll. From the corner of my eye I saw the guard I compelled do a double-take. Luckily for me, the guard didn't say anything to me. He was probably just very confused and didn't know what was going on.
I guess it would have been easier if I had just told him I had permission. But then I would have to worry if somebody else came checking.
I guess I'll have to wait until I get back to St. Vlad's to decipher this thing.. There better be something useful in this.
ROSE POV
A week until Court. Strigoi Court... I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it yet. Is it the same as Moroi Court? How powerful exactly is the King? Could I take him down? Could I even take Ash down in a serious fight? I felt very unprepared. It was almost, nerve-racking. To numb the new feelings that have surfaced, I took to my closet, picking out another sexy, clubbing outfit. Grabbing the sluttiest thing I could find. It was a red, white, and black leopard dress, showing off so much skin on my back with only a sliver of lace to cover. It had also made my boobs look spectacular. I quickly changed and made myself seem as much as a Blood-Whore as possible, not forgetting to put in my contacts. I then called a cab and set off to the closest night club.
A/N(Check out my profile for Rose's clubbing outfit for tonight!)
Why are the guards at night clubs so easily fooled? I know I put in contacts, but I am not nearly as tall as a moroi, making my pale skin and short height a big issue. And those bastards don't even realize it.
Once I was inside the club, I made my way over to the bar, taking long strides while doing so. My black pumps made my legs look fantastic. And just from my short walk over to the bar, I already had a fan club, staring as I walked. But of course, they were all moroi. Just wanting to have a little fun with the Blood-Whore. Same old, same old.
The moroi man was sitting at the bar, waiting for his drink. He already smelt like he had too much that night and was swaying as he sat down. You know you've had too much when you almost fall off your damn chair.. probably a damn lightweight.
Just wanting and easy snack, I rubbed my hand on his shoulder, waiting for him to turn to look at me. When he did turn to me, I gave him a look of burning passion and he followed me to the back door. No words needed to be said, he was drunk, and my throat was burning. I know he mistook me for a dirty Blood-Whore. All these Moroi pigs do. It's what they're used to.
In less than five minutes, I was finished my appetizer. My throat was still burning, but some of the flames had diminished. I left the body there, not worrying if anybody found it. I would be able to get myself out anything. Even if Ash isn't here with me. Though we are a pretty bad-ass team..
My eyes scanned the room to look for my main meal... I decided to take a little challenge. The bouncer at the corner of the room was dhampir. I could smell him from half-way across the dance floor. Probably a guardian.
But hey, I work for my food. I'm up for a little risk. I thought as I made my way to him.
DIMITRI POV
It was about 10 hours after I boarded the plane when I finally reached my home. Baia. Russia. The same place where Rose had been yesterday. As I drove through the town with my rental car, I noticed little differences within the town. Such as the sidewalk that had been crushed, a tree knocked over with workers cleaning it up. Even some of the blood on one of the roads were still there.
It's very hard to grasp the concept that Roza was the one to do this. My Roza. My student. My friend. My love.
I knew it would only get harder once I reached my home, my family. Specifically Mama and Viktoria.
I pulled into the driveway, and sat there for a minute. Just preparing myself. What would I see inside? Would I see grief-stricken faces? Would I see joyous faces after not seeing me for so long, although under these circumstances, I could not imagine the latter.
I had not even put a foot on the front porch when Mama swung the door opened and had me in her arms. The arms that used to hold me as a child. The Mama that I protected and kept safe throughout her hard marriage. Now, I was the one that needed to feel safe, secure. Secure from all this hurt, these emotions that I had mostly kept bottled inside since Rose had been turned.
"Приветствуйте назад, сын." (Welcome back, son.)
"I'm home, Mama." I whispered.
She pulled away all too soon and looked me straight in the eyes, putting a strong hold on my arms, keeping me in front of her. Concern was written all over her face. I almost broke down noticing the un-ending love she had for all her children.
`Come inside," She told me as she ushered me inside, "there is lots you need to tell us. We will listen until the end."
Once I was inside my home, I was met with what felt like a hundred pairs of arms. But in actuality, it was just my sisters, Sonya and Karolina. Viktoria was nowhere in sight, making me a little anxious to see her and what her condition is. As soon as Sonya and Karolina were done covering me with their hugs and 'loving' kisses, I made my way to the living room, where Mama told me she would be before entering the house.
As guardian habit, I had scanned the room once over, yes, even in my own home. There stood a man in the corner of the room, beside the couch. It was no normal man, it was Zmey. The Snake. I did not stop to ponder why he was here amongst this madness. My sole attention was on the body resting on the couch. The body with a full cast on her leg. Viktoria. I was at her side in a matter of seconds, two strides with my long legs.
She was sleeping, a calm, serene look on her face as she slept, looking completely innocent. I brushed a stray hair that was covering her eyes. I`m sorry Vika. I`m sorry I let this happen to you.
Before I had known it, the entire family was already seated in the living room, excluding Paul, who was probably upstairs sleeping.
I sighed, there was no avoiding this, I would have to tell them everything. And I did. Everything. Starting from when I found Princess Dragomir to the present. Even about Rose and I, as much as it hurt to talk about it.
Their reactions varied throughout my tale. With the exception of Babushka, nothing seemed to shock her. By the end of it, my sisters were in tears. Mama had her arms around me, rubbing my back in small, circular motions. Yes, I am 24 years old and I take comfort in my mother holding me.
It also turned out that Vika had awoken during my explanation and grabbed my hand, holding them while I spoke. I was so caught up in the past that I didn't notice when she did it. Then she spoke.
"It was Rose who broke my leg." She started off, then explained what had happened while I was gone. And I was very glad I had Mama holding on to me, or I would have went on a rampage, destroying everything in sight, just to get my emotions out.
I still struggled to wrap my mind around the fact that the love of my life had done this. My Roza did this. And if she wasn't stopped, how many others would suffer? I would just have to fulfill my unspoken promise to her.
Only once, did I look at Zmey in the corner. And that was because of the angry sound effects he was making when I mentioned Roza and I being involved. I didn't know what his deal was, but it didn't matter. What was he doing here anyways? In my home with my mother and sisters? It seemed a little unusual for a shady guy like him to be here. But my question was answered very quickly.
"You're her mentor, am I correct?" His deep voice asked in a very stern voice. I simply nodded, hesitantly, wondering what he was wanting with this information.
"You have been around my daughter long enough to know how she thinks. Where she would go, what she would do. After all, you've certainly been around long enough for you each to fall in love with each other."
So sorry again, for the short updates, but as I said in the last chapter, I just don't have the time, I don't even feel like writing these days, but I have an obligation to finish this story for you guys, I'll try to update more, but no promises! Love you all
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