Last Sacrifice Chapter 8—All The Rest!

I shook my head and turned. I walked into the little house, looking around.

Well, house?

Shoebox was more appropriate a name.

I scanned the area with my eyes.

The stairs were almost immediately next to the door, at the right side, and there were a few closed doors, further down the hallway.

I walked into the living room on the left. All the normal stuff was there. Couches, TV, even a rocking chair. I saw Dimitri inspecting the room as well, walking over to the coffee table in the middle of the room. I noticed a letter on it, that Dimitri picked up. After studying the outside for a moment he turned to me. His guardian mask was in place as he handed me the letter.

"It's for you." He said dryly, and his lack of emotion bothered me more than I should have let it. After all, I didn't care about him either anymore, right? So, my snarky attitude immediately poked up his head.

"No, Shit, Belikov! You think? You weren't really supposed to come along, remember?" I ripped the letter out of his hands a bit harsher then needed and I thought I saw him flinch.

His guardian mask slipped slightly, and I saw anger slowly seeping through. I know it sounds like I'm some obsessed addict or something, but even that tad bit emotion made me feel better about myself, knowing I could still cause him to slip. Knowing I was the only one who could cause him to slip.

He opened his mouth with that furious look still in his eyes, but I waved him cockily off in complete Hathaway style.

"Don't even start to try, Belikov." I turned tail and walked out of the room, up the stairs, in search of a room that would give me some privacy.

I saw to my relief that there were three doors in the hallway, which hopefully meant there were 2 bedrooms, but I could only pray for that.

I opened the first door that really was bedroom, sat down on the tiny bed there and opened my letter.

Dear Rosemarie, I rolled my eyes, when will he ever stop calling me that ridiculous name?

I have arranged this place for you to stay at while you are… absent. Considering there will be caused quite some commotion because you suddenly disappeared, I won't be joining you until, if things go according to plan, in about two weeks. There is more than enough food stacked in the house for you till then. The house is protected with several wards, and I left you a little present in your drawer.

I leaned over and opened the drawer, finding a silver stake inside it, and a sort of map, which I soon recognized was one of the house, and where the wards were.

I hope you'll enjoy your stay here, and please, don't do anything you might regret, or that could harm you or the ones you love. (you know I just meant that you should stay the hell here, or you'll face my wrath)

Yours Sincerely,

Your father, Ibrahim Mazur

My eyebrows lifted at the last part. Of course I knew Abe could be scary as hell, but he never really cursed, he was more one of the silent threats.

And since when wanted he to be addressed as my father? Ah, well, he was, after all…

I folded the letter a few times before stashing it into my pocket, and decided to go scan the house, cause being inside gave me this icky feeling all over, like I couldn't breathe well.

As I made my way through the hallway, and down the stairs the feeling got worse, and it was like being locked up in that cell all over again.

I ended up running down the stairs, almost tripping while doing so, and slamming the door open, screeching to a stop on the front porch step. Finally, I felt as if I could get in air again, and I took a deep breath. I hadn't exactly realized how close to death I had been before, and now it really hit me, I wanted to never be locked up in a room again.

I walked, or more like ran, down the steps of the front porch, until I reached the little grassy area in front of the house.

Smiling, without thinking twice of it, I let myself fall to the ground, feeling only pure bliss when I hit the grass.

I was finally free again, I thought to myself and grinned up at the night sky like some stoned idiot, but I didn't care.

Suddenly a shouting voice and running footsteps made my little bell of happiness disintegrate.

I knew the voice who was shouting in Russian so well, and to some expert I even recognized what he was saying, though I didn't understand it.

I bet Dimitri was using up his whole cuss word vocabulary, cause just when I heard him step outside he had started repeating his words.

I looked up annoyed that he brought me out of my daze and to see why he had suddenly broken of his string of swearwords.

"Geez, Belikov! What the fuck is wrong. With.. yo…" my words faded away as I looked up at Dimitri, standing in the moonlight, and the smoldering yet unfamiliar look in his eyes.

Who was I kidding when I said I was over him? in that very moment, I felt as if my whole world would be complete, if I could have Dimitri. I wouldn't have needed anything else ever again.

I was lost in the endless, depths that were his eyes, and it was like nothing else held meaning for me in that moment, except his eyes.

But because I was so fixated on them, I could also see the quick change as his eyes went from an emotion I didn't understand, to something else, something fiery that made me think back to the few times I had made him lose his temper.

"What. The. Hell. Do you think you're doing?" his tone was sharper and held more emotion towards me, even if it was anger, than it had in all the time since he had been back.

I was confused though.

"I…I'm sorry! What?" I said unbelievingly.

The anger really showed in his features now.

"Abe told you to stay! Why don't you listen? You… You can't just…Leave!" his hands were shaking violently.

"You can't always just run away, Rose! That doesn't solve anything! Don't be such a coward, don't run away the second things get rough!"

I really didn't understand all he said, until I suddenly realized what he was talking about. I stared at him in disbelief, waiting for him to realize and take his words back, and when I saw he wouldn't, I just…cracked.

"Don't talk about something what you know nothing about." I said, voice dangerously low.

"I ran away with Lissa back then, because I had to. And I'm not the coward who runs away for his problems here." I got up, and pushed passed him.

"You are." Were the last cold words I spoke to him before I walked briskly inside.

Hey guys! It's me, RET! I have some pretty bad news, and a reason why my story line may get a bit depressed. My grandfather doesn't have much time left, if you know what I mean… he's dying of lung cancer, and he's too weak to get a treatment. I'm sorry it took so long, but here it is. Also sorry it turned out this bad, but forgive me. For once I wanted to let Dimitri loose his cool and rose to remain the statue. Didn't turn out that well… schools going bad as well, I just can't concentrate with everything that is going on right now. Love, RET!