Chapter 2 Memories, Memories

Lissa Dragomir's P.O.V.

"Adrian hurry up!" I yelled to him, It was obvious even with his wondering look that he was excited to be leaving. I boarded the jet. On long flights like this, we got to watch movies. I looked through and considered Interview with a Vampire, but decided against it. That was when Adrian asked, "Why am I Coming again." I had to think about it. "Because, Kirova said you had too. Do you need more reason?" I asked him.

Chris Brown-Dragomir's P.O.V.

I ran and caught up to Summer, I grabbed her arm gently, pulling her back inside the room. "I need to practice here Summer! My fans are waiting outside the center right now. I can't go out there yet. I need to practice first. Please, Summer." I grabbed my red wine and took a long drink, right outta the bottle. At this point I didn't care. I looked at Summer, "Don't let me get wasted yet Sum. After the autographs. Then we can get rip- roarin drunk." She half smiled and rolled her eyes, "ok," she responded.

*** an hour later, at the concert***

Chris Brown Dragomir's P.O.V.

Now that the concert was starting I walked onstage and began singing say goodbye. "Look we gotta talk-dang, I know, I know, just somethings I gotta get off my chest aight. Yeah, woah oh woah oh oh oh, Baby come on sit down lets talk, gotta lot to say so I guess I'll start by saying that I love you, but we know this aint been no walk in the park for us, swear it'll only take a minute, you'll understand when I finish, yeaah and I don't wanna see you cry, but I don't wanna be the one to tell you a lie, so how do you let it go, when you, you just don't know, whats on the other side of the door when your walkin out, talk about, everythin' I tried to remember what I say, just went outta my head. So imma do the best I can to get you to understand cuz I know—theres never a right time to say goodbye, but I gotta make the first move cuz if I don't your gonna start hatin me. I really don't feel the way I once felt about you, girl it's not you it's me…" I finished say goodbye. Smiling and starin at a very pretty human girl. She had dark hair and actually looked a lot like Summer , but in a way, she was prettier, more exotic. Then I saw her. Lissa Dragomir. My cousin. She-the pretty, exotic girl—must be Rose Hathaway. She was staring at me, then again, so was everyone, but her gaze was different, it was…. Hot.

Summer Brown-Dragomir's P.O.V.

Chris finished his song and suddenly his gaze went somewhere else, I followed it, curiously. It went over to a girl; her looks startled me, we could be twins except for the angry look she now possessed. Next to her was a fair haired blonde with jade green eyes. This looked like a moroi. There was also two other moroi and another dhampir. My thoughts traveled back to her, she was the only one I could put a name too. The only moroi with those eyes were drozdov, dashkov, or dragomir; ironic, the three D's, with that last thought something clicked in my mind Dragomir! There was only 1 left I knew of besided me and Chris. My cousin. I still couldn't remember her name. Glancing back over I payed more attention to the people in their group, there was a fierce looking, black haired moroi and one with a bored expression, he was smoking inside. That's stupid I thought, that he can get away with smoking inside. He was a pretty boy, I could easily call him sexy, but the look on his face made it clear he was a pretty boy.

Lissa Dragomir's P.O.V.

I looked into the audience and saw one girl who seemed to stand out. It was Rose! Well, not Rose, but it looked just like her. She was staring at me intently and I suddenly realized she was in the picture on my bed stand; the little girl. I still couldn't remember her name, for some reason the names sunshine and sunny kept coming to me. That still doesn't seem right, I thought to myself. I was frustrated with Christian, his comment about Chris had annoyed me and I wanted to hold his hand but was still too angry. Hopefully, I thought, I can catch up to the Rose doppelganger after the concert.

Adrian Ivashkov's P.O.V.

"Damn, I need some alcohol, the auras are getting to me," I muttered. Sitting there with Lissa and Rose I saw many auras, black and gold and hundreds of other colors. Of all of them, two stood out. Chris Brown's and another girl's. Their auras were blue, like a light shade of neon blue. The girl had really sexy clothes that made me think about being with her. In a way she looked like Rose, yet nothing like her. Anyway, back to what I was saying, her sura was gold like Lissa's, and like I'm guessing mine would be, but it was mixed with light blue, extremely rare and similar as Chris Brown's.

Chris Brown-Dragomir's P.O.V.

I smiled and said into the microphone, "I wanna thank ya'll for comin' out here tonight. I hope you enjoyed it ladies. There are a lot of pretty ladies out here tonight." I lingered while looking at Rose. "Anyway thank ya'll for comin' out and thank ya'll for bein' my fans. I really appreciate it ladies. I'm out." I walked backstage. When I walked out to the hall Rose stood there. " Hey Chris, can I have your autograph?" She asked in awe. I blinked, realizing I had been mistaken earlier, before I realized she was Rose, Duh, I thought, "Your dhampir," I breathed it. She heard anyway, "What," She said. I shook my head. "You're the missing Chris Dragomir…." She said more to herself than to me, realizing who I was now that I was up close. I looked into her eyes, "You'll come back to the hotel with me to talk. You'll bring your friends and you'll come quietly and willingly." I told her. She was easily compelled and I met little resistance. She nodded and walked outside, I was hoping that she was compelled as strongly as she acted.

Christian Ozera's P.O.V.

"Rose, can we leave yet?" I asked, bitter about the fact that Lissa seemed mad at me. Rose had a strange dazed look on her face, like she was shocked about something. "Oh my God! Lissa we're going to Chris Brown's hotel! He invited us to come over. Like right now!" She said. She was freaking out so bad. "What, your obsessed with the wanna be strigoi too? He's not even what he seems to be." I laughed. "Rose snap out of it." "Shut the hell up, Christian! Look who's talking about wanting to be strigoi!" It bugged me, but I laughed harder anyway. Rose said more, "We're going. Now." She said struggling to stay calm. She had on a face that made me almost postitive she was ready to punch someone.

Katherine Pierce (Katerina Petrova)

I sensed other vampires nearby and knew I was by Chris Brown's concert area. I walked inside. A body guard stood nearby and I smiled, my power working like a charm. He stepped aside so I could go in. I saw 2 dhampirs and 3 moroi. " Hello,"I murmered quietly, " My name is Katherine. I'm here to escort you to Mr. Brown's hotel."

Summer Brown- Dragomir's P.O.V.

I heard a strange girl talking to my look alike and the Dragomir, the Dragomir looked kinda worried, suddenly I got a strange feeling of anxiety for my best friend Rose. Wait I thought, I don't have a best friend and I don't even know a rose… I wondered how this weird sensation happened, but I first decided to skip ahead of this group of people and get to our room before they did.

Lissa Dragomir's P.O.V.

I am so psyched I'm about to meet Chris Brown, I thought as I followed Katherine. Rose looked excited too. Mason just generally looked jealous, I wonder why. Nearing a window I noticed a slight commotion, three men were chasing someone… they looked kinda like strigoi.

I wanted to help, but I decided I'd rather see Chris than a commotion.

Adrian Ivashkov's P.O.V.

My mind was still on the sexy girl, I have a good imagination, and the things I imagined were amazing. Suddenly Lissa's aura got slightly dark then light again. I soo needed a cigarette. I pulled one out and lit it despite the dirty look Rose shot me. "No smoking," She said as she coughed. I ignored it, if she could deal with strigoi, she could deal with a cigarette.

Katherine Pierce's P.O.V.

I smiled, here we are," I sadi, leading them in a narrow hallway in the hotel, bringing them to room number 1616. I knocked. "Mr. Brown," I called. The door opened. Chris Brown stood there looking like he had just argued with Summer or someone.

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