Characters belong to Richelle Mead. This is just a fanmade story by me.

Yup, this is getting updated rather quickly, but I've got inspiration for it so... :) And THANK YOU all for your amazing reviews! Made me exstatic! :D A special thanks needs to go to Ivashkov. Heart because that girl made me... well, look like an idiot, haha! So... I think I'll dedicate this chapter to you even ;D And sorry for the space, but FFN won't let me put your name here otherwise.

Anywho... here's chapter six of BITL!

Enjoy!

Chapter 6

How stupid was I? I shouldn't have come here, I shouldn't have done this. I was making this so much for worse for the both of us because nothing good came out of my visit, not really. I got to see my prince again, but to what price? I made him unhappy as well as myself.

As I walked past Mark in the hallway, he gave me a concerned look, but thankfully he didn't say anything to me. There was no doubt that he'd heard Adrian's raised voice through the door, but I was also sure that he didn't know what had happened or what we'd said to each other. I walked into my own room, feeling unusually hollow as I plopped down on my bed.

Where was I supposed to go now? Home? To Dimitri? Feeling like I did now didn't feel right, I couldn't go back to him in the state I was now. He'd be concerned, and I wouldn't be able to play the part right. Rumors were not uncommon - far from it - at Court, and surely everyone knew by now that Dimitri and I weren't together anymore. Everyone knew I'd left, and that Adrian was already gone. Most of the royals weren't without a brain and they could easily figure out that I'd "left Dimitri for Adrian".

I still didn't want a life without Adrian, but if it made him happier... well, I supposed I had to let him go then. What other choice did I have? I had to go back to Dimitri and stay with him now, and I couldn't allow myself to think about Adrian no more. My heart ached just by thinking of him, and that had to stop. It wasn't right for anyone, especially not Dimitri. I couldn't do that to him anymore, it was wrong enough how I'd treated him before I left for Las Vegas. He deserved better than that.

I picked up my cellphone - a gift from Adrian back when - and started dialing Dimitri's number. But then I hesitated, just before I punched in the last digit. Could I tell him I'd failed, especially without tearing up? Would my voice be stable enough for that, now? Maybe I should wait?

I wondered what his reaction would be like when he found out that my mission had been pointless, that Adrian and I had resolved nothing, which would mean that - despite my efforts to forget about him - I couldn't guarantee anything for us. I'd tried to forget Dimitri while I'd been with Adrian, and that hadn't worked out very well, had it?

Was I destined to repeat the past or something? Would there never be a win-win situation for me?

Maybe I would be more calmed down when I was away from here, away from Adrian... I could call Dimitri and tell him I was on my way home from the airport or something, just not now when my heart was still in an uproar. It wouldn't do any good if I did it now, so close after our goodbye, so I might as well let that phonecall wait a little longer.

I got out my suitcase, laid it on the bed, and then started putting the little clothes I'd used during my stay here back into the suitcase. Being in this situation made me flashback to the night when I left Dimitri to come here, but it was the complete opposite now. This time I was packing to leave behind Adrian, but he wasn't even here as I did it, like Dimitri had been. And this time I wasn't coming back to the person I was leaving either.

I would never see, or think of, Adrian ever again after I left this hotel. I couldn't.

It was time for me to let him go.

After I was done I laid myself back onto the bed - the part which wasn't occupied by my bag, letting all my memories of Adrian pass through my mind one last time. I remembered the first time we met each other, back at the ski lodge, when he was talking to me about the power of scents, and how ridiculous I'd first thought he was. And how unserious he'd appeared to be, how I thought he'd only wanted to get in my pants, and how my feelings towards him had slowly started to change. Especially after my time in Siberia.

I remembered all the good times, and the sad ones too, and as the final realization settled in, that this was really it for us, it felt like a part of me was dying. And I couldn't do anything about it. Despite our differences - how unlike each other we really were - he had understood me. I'd even dare say that he understood me better than anyone; he'd known why I acted the way I had been back then, and he had accepted it. He understood my reasoning and feelings much better than Lissa did, and better than Dimitri did, too.

He had been a kindred spirit.

Somewhere in the middle of my reverie, I heard knocking on my door. My mind moved sluggishly, barely registering the sound, as I tried to come to my senses again. Someone was at my door, someone wanted my attention... But who could that be? I hadn't ordered roomservice, and I hadn't even been back in my room that long. I'd been in Adrian's room during the night and morning so I couldn't have, somehow, gotten myself in trouble with security or something.

So, who could it be?

I fell off the bed as I moved towards the door, again - my foot somehow got caught in one of the straps on the bag. "Fuck!" I hissed, scrambling off the floor, dragging a hand quickly through my hair to get it out of my face. "I'm coming!" But as I got to the door and looked through the keyhole, my heart stopped beating and my arm slowly fell to my side.

Adrian.

He was standing out in the hallway, his eyes searching the door, no doubt wondering if I was ever going to open up for him. And just as quickly as my heart had stopped, it began to pick up its pace once again. It thumped so fast inside my chest I was almost afraid I was going to have a heartattack.

What is he doing here?

He couldn't be here... Not now...

I swept my hands over my eyes, quickly wiping away the tears that had fallen during my walk down memory lane, before I opened the door for him.

"Hey," he said a little sheephisly as he saw me. "Can I come in?"

Too lost for words, I stepped aside to let him in. He didn't look at me, instead his eyes diverted and landed somewhere behind me. I turned around to see that he was looking at the suitcase on my bed.

"Where are you going?" he wondered, his voice as indecipherable as always.

"Back to Court." I told him, feeling a bit puzzled by his behavior. "Where else would I go?"

He didn't say anything at first, but when he finally spoke, he looked a little hesitant. "You could stay." he said, his eyes moving away from the suitcase to look at me again.

The way his emerald green eyes looked at me then, the words he said, the meaning of it all - my mind went blank. "What?"

"I don't want you to go." he clarified.

I tried to gather myself, tried to make my thoughts coherent. "But I thought you said..."

He shook his head. "I'm being an idiot, I know that. And I don't know if I'm dreaming or not, because this feels a lot like a dream, but I don't wanna lose you, little dhampir. I never wanna lose you."

His words were wonderful in the midst of my chaos, and a part of me felt like this was a dream, too. He couldn't be saying all this, could he? He couldn't possibly still want me? This surely had to be a dream...

"But-" I sputtered out, but he just cut me off before I had any chance to protest.

"But nothing." he shook his head a little again. "Let's just try, see how we fare."

"Friends?" I wondered, my mind still trying to catch up with what was going on. Was that what he implied?

He frowned. "Not yet."

Despite him making his first move, he still seemed a bit wary. But like me he probably felt that a life without the other would be empty, although he was probably more hung up on me than I was on him. So maybe it was wrong of me to feel happy that he came back to me after what he'd said, right after I'd decided to back away - even if it was unwillingly.

"But we'll try." It was more of a statement than a question, really.

"Yes." he agreed. He didn't look too happy about it, but the tension in the air between us was lighter than it had been before.

It was my turn to frown. "I'm really sorry about-" I said, feeling the need to apologize burst forward again, but got cut off.

"Not now, Rose." he put up one of his hands; palm facing me. "Some other time."

I nodded, looking down on the floor as I did it, feeling unsettled that we hadn't cleared the air between us yet. But that was all in due course, I supposed, now that we were going to try and be friends again.

We didn't say anything for a moment or two after that, and as I chanced a glance at him during that silence, I saw that he wasn't even looking at me anymore. His head was turned down and it made me wonder if what we were doing here was right. Would this help or would it just hurt us even more? Could we really be friends? Just that, after everything we'd been through together?

Was it enough for us?

Whatcha think? You like? :)

I know I said this chapter would probably be longer, but unfortunately (I suppose), it wasn't. I could have made it longer, yes, but I really wanted to end it right there. I think it made a nice cliffhanger^^

Next chapter, as you can imagine, will contain much more Rose&Adrian interaction! x3

PS: Team Adrian is leading the poll on my profile - Adrian: 11, Dimitri: 8 - YAY! Great job you all, and let's keep it that way, am I right? :D

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