Well, dear readers I'm BACK! Guess who's back, back again? Ah, I just got the urge to write. Anyways, as always, enjoy. BPOV

Well, shit. My dad is Dimitri's father. I'm Dimitri's brother. And, yeah, I can see a bit of resemblance, in the shape of his face, his mouth. Shit does not adequately describe this. Meanwhile, Belikov is staring at me in abject horror

"He's my… brother?" Belikov choked out. Alex looked pleased.

"Yes, that's right. I always wanted you two to meet, and now, you're both in love with the same woman! Classic." He said, proudly. Dimitri looked horrified.

"No. She's mine!" he yelled. I glared at him.

"Keep deluding yourself, bro. 'Cause it ain't going to happen. She cut herself cause of you! She was so broken, and now, you think you can just waltz in here and take her back? In your dreams! She likes me better!"

"Does not."

Does too."

"Nope."

"Yep."

"Yep."

Nope."

Ha, tricked him. I stuck out my tongue at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Idiot."

"Asshole." Alex looked annoyed.

"Shut up. Brown, restrain him." A massive hulking rock of a man steps forward from out of the shadows. I lunge at him but he swats me aside, I land in a heap. Dimitri attacks him and lasts about 5 seconds longer than I did before landing beside me. Abe he pushes to the floor. He shuffles towards us and binds Abe, Belikov and me to a chair, and then shoves us in the bathroom.

"Sorry I couldn't stay long but I've got a pretty girl to hurt. I promise you'll see pictures!" Alex yells and his footsteps fade away. I and Belikov look at each other. True terror fills our faces. Rose. He can't. But he will, it's Kayla all over again. Except this time I can save her. I can save her before she dies. I hope.

RPOV

I'm sitting on the bed having a conversation with Lissa.

And then, I walked in on them totally making ou-

Dimitri stops Lissa's mental ramble.

Bye, Liss! Dimitri's here!

Ooh, wouldn't want to watch! I'll see you in the library for research on Anna.

"Hey comrade. What's up?"

"You're perfect." He says. I feel a blush heating my cheeks. He thinks I'm perfect.

"So, what do you want to do?"

He grins at me. Something about it is off, but it's Dimitri so I push it out of my head. He stalks towards me and grabs me by my wrist. It hurts.

"Dimitri you're hurting me."

"Good." He smiles and twists. Sharp pain shoots up my hand and I scream a little.

"Dimitri, what are you-" He grabs my other hand and crushes it. I can hear bones cracking and I yell out.

"Dimitri!" His smile fades and he grabs my neck. Breaking out of my shock, I kick him in the shins. He barely flinches, squeezing my throat harder.

"Di- Dimi…" I choke out, "Sto…" His face twists up in hate as he stares at me.

"Little whore. I was happy to be away from you! But then I had to come back! I met someone, someone who is much worthier than a dirty, filthy-mouthed slut." He spits out. As he loosens his hold, I fall to the floor, gasping. My heart is broken, twice. As I look up at him, I feel a strange kind of panic. He's going to kill me. I can feel it. I am going to be killed by the one man who I had trusted completely and utterly.

Blake. He was right. Dimitri's hands closed round my waist.

"Want to have some fun, Roza?" I stare at him levelly.

"Oh, comrade, hell hath no fury like a Rose Hathaway scorned." I say to him. His eyes widen. Bring it on bitch.

I lunge at him savagely. Let the fight begin.

BPOV.

I struggle vainly with the ropes.

"Aw, fucking shit hell!" I curse, frustrated. Rose is being hurt at this very moment, and I am stuck with a twit of a half-brother, and a useless Mazur. I try and shimmy out of the tight linen bonds, but to no avail. Abe Mazur watches me and then digs in his pocket. Grinning triumphantly, he holds a razor blade. I look at him quizzically.

" Um, not that I'm complaining, but why do you have a women's razor blade in your pocket?"

"You have much to learn, youngling." He says, while expertly manoeuvring the blade so it cuts through the cloth. Dimitri looks at me. His face is hard and cold.
"If we have any chance of rescuing her, we have to work together." He says eventually. I nod. I may not like the guy but Rose matters more. Abe's razor blade cuts through the bindings, finally, and I jump up and run out of the bathroom. Only to run into a rock. Damn it, I forgot about the bodyguard!

"Uh, nice Brown?" I stammer. He looks at me and tilts his head, confused. As fast as lightning, I jab him in the stomach. God damn, he doesn't even flinch! Brown punches my gut, and I stagger backwards and nearly lose my footing. Gritting my teeth, I kick him in the one place where I promised never to kick. Brown groans and doubles over, writhing in pain.
"Sorry dude, I doubt you'll be able to have children now." Wincing, I sprint out of the room, and out of the guardian building. My stomach hurts like hell, and I keep having severe pains. I can hear Belikov behind me, running as fast as he can. Upping my pace, I rush into the dhampir dorm, and stand before Rose's door. Not hesitating, I kick it down.

The first thing I register is that Rose is alive. The next is that she's bleeding, and both her arms look broken. The third is that she's savagely kicking a replica of Belikov. I take care of the replica by smashing my fist into the side of his head.

"Blake? I'm so sorry…" I hear Rose whisper. She looks ashen, and blood is trickling down the side of her head.

"Ma chérie, tout est oublié" I croon, in French. It's my native language, one I learned as a child in Canada. She might not know what it means exactly, but she gets the gist of it. I step forward and hug her gently. She cries, choking out explanations, and excuses. I just stroke her hair. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Belikov. He's watching us. Hesitantly, I turn Rose around to face him. She looks at him, disbelieving.

"I just kicked you." She says. I choke back a laugh. Belikov steps towards her.
"That was a spirit user, he can change images." Dimitri explains. I wait for her to rush out of my arms, embrace him, and forget about me. But she doesn't. When Belikov steps forward she cringes back into my arms. And try as I might, I can't seem to squash the hope that springs up in me.

I reeallly like Blake… really! But, then…. Argh. What do you think? I kind of am swinging for Blake here. He's nicer. Anyway, I don' t know when I'll next update, but I think it'll be soon.

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