I know I know I know I am soooooo sorry I haven't updated for so long. But I am putting up two chapters, one today and one tomorrow, and I am rather proud of this one. It is from Yeva's pov. I know, unexpected, right?? But it is important. Kind of. It's of one of Yeva's dreams.

Anyways here it is.

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YEVA'S POV

In the dream I was Rose Hathaway. It's not unusual for me to be looking through another person's eyes when I have my visions, but making out with my dead grandson was a little uncomfortable.

He kissed me, (AN: when she says me and stuff like that she means rose but I can't be bothered typing that every time. Just imagine its rose but Yeva is looking through her, kinda like when rose is in Lissa's head when she's with Christian.) slow and deep, knowing exactly where to put his hands. He really was a god. Oh, God I loved him so much. I'd wanted to touch him for so long, be with him for so long, and now I finally could. There were no boundaries any more. I wanted to lie in bed with him forever.

"I love you Roza. I'll always be here for you. I'll never let anything happen to you, I promise." He said, running his hands down my hair and over my heated skin.

"I love you to Dimitri." I placed my hand over his chest. "Forever." It was true. I loved him so much. I loved him with a burning passion. Like a fire that could never be put out.

He kissed me again, more hungrily this time. I shivered in anticipation and—cold? Why was I cold? Shouldn't I be warm in the bed with Dimitri?

Something was off. I pulled away from Dimitri, hoping to look into his brown eyes for reassurance but was met with something startling. His eyes were ringed in red. His mouth gave me a terrifying, fang-filled grin. His skin was cold and hard, no longer soft and warm.

"Oh, God. No, no, no. NO! You're a Strigoi!" I squealed and tried to push him off me. He pushed me harder onto the bed. "Let go of me!"

His eyes flashed dangerously. I was in a vulnerable position, and we both knew it. "No, you belong with me Roza. We're supposed to be together forever." His voice was cold. He didn't have an ounce of love left in him for me. I saw that now.

He looked at my neck hungrily. "No!" I screeched as he tried to bite me. I struggled with him, and eventually I pushed him off me. I tried to get to the door, but he blocked my way. We fought. I punched and kicked him, using the skills that he had—ironically—taught me. If only I had a weapon.

Somehow, I managed to get access to the door. I pulled it open and rushed out—

—and fell down stairs. Stairs? Where did the stairs come from? There were no stairs outside of Tasha Ozera's cabin. They weren't really stairs. It was more like a steep bridge, one that I was falling down. I rolled and rolled, somehow unable to stop. I couldn't see the bottom—

Never mind. There it was. I landed in a heap with a great thud. I was in agony. I think I may have broken something. I hurt all over. It was so dark out here. So dark and cold. I had scratched my knees and hands and was somehow now dressed in a short, fitted, black dress. The one I had worn to a dance once. But I didn't have time to dwell on my memories now.

I heard a pain filled moan coming from my right. My head snapped in that direction and I saw, without really knowing how I knew who it was, "Adrian!" I screamed.

He was covered in blood. It was pouring out from his chest. I crawled over to him, the only thing I could manage to do. I took his hand, completely forgetting the Strigoi version of my ex-lover who was probably coming down the stairs/hill/bridge thing in a lot more graceful way than I was.

Adrian's throat had been slit, almost torn out. I felt bile rise in my throat and tried to hold back tears. I couldn't lose Adrian.

"Oh, Adrian." I let out a sob.

He weakly tried to hand something to me. It was a silver stake, engraved with weird geometric patterns. I took it off him, not wanting him to get any more hurt than he already was. Stake's hurt Moroi, but not as much as Strigoi.

"Who did this to you?" I asked, my voice a shaky whisper. His head lolled to the side and his eyes widened. He pointed to the left. I dreaded looking, already knowing it would be Dimitri.

I stood up and turned to face him. He stood there in his dark pants and his friggin cowboy duster. The one I had teased him about so much. I prepared to run at him and stake him and end his life, but he laughed his cold at me. The bustard laughed at me! Now I was angry.

"Are you really going to try and kill me with that?" he said in his cold merciless voice. I looked down and the sound that caught in my throat was a half groan, half gasp.

The silver stake wasn't in my hand any more. Instead there was a baby rattle. A pink baby rattle. A friggin baby rattle! How the hell was I supposed to kill Dimitri with a baby rattle?

I looked up and was shocked to see Dimitri had gone back to normal. Back to his loving and caring dhampir self. But his face was so sad, and his body was translucent. I felt my heart breaking all over again.

"What's wrong?" I asked, not wanting to see him so depressed looking.

His troubled face grew, if possible, even more grim. "Buria." Was all he said before I woke up in a cold sweat.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. Okay, so I had dreamed that I was Rose Hathaway. Dimitri had turned into a Strigoi and then into some freaky translucent thing. Oh my poor grandson. Some Moroi boy had given Rose a stake that turned into a baby rattle. She had fallen down a really steep hill and Dimitri had told her Buria. Buria meant storm in Russian. Why would Dimitri tell Rose 'Storm?'. And why the hell was Rose holding a pink rattle?

The only thing I was certain of was that Rose was in danger, and I had no way of warning her.

i know you guys all probably hate me for making it so short (i think its short) after you had to wait so long but i promise there will be more by Monday and more of Dimitri too.

So what do you guys think of Yeva's weird dream?

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