A/N: Hey I updated :D I hope you like the chapter; I've been working on it for several hours. It's longer than the last one, but I want your opinions. Do you think it's long enough? Too long? Too short? Let me know what you think. Thank you.

Rhia xx

Rose's POV

Just because he told me that he was my friend, didn't mean that I was going to trust him. Every instinct I had was telling me that he was dangerous and untrustworthy. Just looking at him I could see from his eyes, his skin, that he wasn't what you would call normal. But there was still something inside of me that felt relieved having him around, it must have been wrong, I mean I had just spent month's unconscious so it must be having some effect on me. Maybe I just missed human company.

It must have been hours before either one of us showed any sign of moving. I was still on the offense, refusing to back up from him. There was no way that he was going to try to control me, and if he tried, I wouldn't hesitate to go complete Rose and take him down. I could feel that I was strong, and I wasn't scared of showing it. But I was curious. Who was he? When I had asked him he just looked up at me with an expression that I could only describe as shock. He looked surprised that I had asked this question, and he made no attempt to respond. He just stood there, looking at me.

He began to move, only slightly, and very occasionally. It almost looked like he was trying to hide it, like he was trying to cover up a weakness. As time passed these movements turned into trembles, and he began to look uncomfortable. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I felt even more uncomfortable than I had before. A mixture of explanations came into my mind, Werewolf maybe? No, of course not that was ridiculous. But I let my mind wonder, always keeping alert. I began to feel tired and, knowing that I had no other choice; I tried to let signs of this show. He hadn't hurt me so far, and I knew that I couldn't trust this but I wanted to be alone so that I could figure out what to do. After a few moments, he moved across the room. I turned with him, keeping an eye on him at all times. He sat on the sofa and finally spoke.

"You should sleep. You haven't rested properly in nearly twelve hours"

And he knew this how? Of course, he had to know more about me than I did him, otherwise this whole abduction thing wouldn't have made sense to either of us. He knew me, who I was and what I was like, but I didn't know him. I felt vulnerable in this situation. He was in my memory, but unfortunately that wasn't exactly switched on at the moment. I had to find a way to unlock it, to find out who he really is and whether or not I should trust these impressions of him that I kept seeing. My eyes flashed up to the room with the bed, suggesting that I wanted to sleep. He followed my gaze and replied.

"Sleep in there, I'll stay out here"

Knowing that I didn't have any choice, I walked through, keeping my sense peeled and ready in case he suddenly changed his tactics. Nothing. I closed the door and sat with my back against it, looking up at the bed. There was no way in hell that I was going there again. I remained by the door and tried to let my mind rest so that I would be able to concentrate. I searched the room, looking for anything that could be of use to me. I may not have my memory, but I had my instincts. And they were telling me that I needed a plan. There was no furniture, apart from the bed, and that was metal, meaning that I couldn't make a weapon. A small window in the top corner of the room allowed the smallest bit of light into the room around the block that had been put over it. I wanted to go over to the window and look through it, but I didn't want to leave the door so I stayed.

Twenty minutes later, my exhaustion was catching up with me. I hadn't slept properly since the hospital, and I hadn't had a lot of time since waking up in order to get used to my surroundings. I hadn't had time to wake up properly. I was still weak, and the recent turn of events had left me exhausted. I was pretty sure that people just released (or broken out of) hospital were supposed to rest in order to gain their energy, rather than relying on adrenaline bursts. Without realising, I began to drift off.

I woke up. The room was completely dark, apart from the little window which was letting in the smallest glimmer of light, much less than before. I stood up and walked over to it, curious to see what was there. I ripped off the black cover and smiled in the early morning light. It must have been very early, because the sun wasn't completely up yet, just the first few rays. It felt good to see sunlight. I was quickly pulled back into reality when I remembered when I was. I froze, listening for a sign of where he was, Dimitri was it? I heard nothing. I walked up to the door and pressed my ear to it, still nothing. Slowly, and very carefully, I turned the door handle and opened the door just a tiny bit. Enough to see that there was nobody in the living room. I opened the door slightly further and slipped through it, trying to make as little noise as possible. I didn't want him to know that I was awake. I must have been asleep all day, since I remember the bright sunshine before I fell asleep.

I silently stepped through the small house, checking every corner before I turned it. There was nobody here, I was alone. I relaxed ever so slightly, for the first time in a long time. I walked towards the kitchen. I couldn't ignore my human callings. I opened the fridge and smiled when I saw food. I was starving. I grabbed the first things that I could get my hands on; fruit, fruit and more fruit. I looked in the fridge again but the only other thing in there was a tray of vegetables. My smile dropped. Whoever this guy was, he sure liked to eat healthy. I didn't want something healthy, I wanted something good. Despite this, I ate two apples and a banana, not knowing when I would eat again. I drew the line at vegetables, I wasn't that desperate and I had never been one to eat my greens. I returned the rest of the food and saw a small chocolate bar in the side compartment. My smile stretched, and I grabbed the chocolate and gobbled it up without a second thought.

As I sat in the kitchen, pondering what to do next, I saw a small note on the table: Don't leave.

Yeah, like that was going to stop me. It was early morning and I had to get going. I probably should have checked the house for anything that I could have taken with me but I just wanted to leave, so I ran to the front door. It was locked. I stepped back and tried to find a solution. It was a long shot, but I lifted the mat by the door. Damn no key. I'll admit it was a little obvious, but I was desperate. I quickly scanned the small house, thinking of places where a normal person would hide a key. I checked the window ledges, under the rugs, behind the sofa cushions but with no luck. Then I thought, this guy knows me, so he's going to hide the key somewhere I won't look for it. My eyes ran back to the fridge and I opened it, pulling out the vegetable tray. Something dropped to the floor and, replacing the tray, I looked down to see a small triangular key on the floor. I smiled, smart but not smart enough, I thought. I picked up the key; it was so cold from being in the fridge. I put it into the lock and turned it, holding my breath. I heard a click, and then another one and then the door opened outwards. I smiled again. With a quite look out of the door, I stepped outside. The house was in a small clearing, and it looked like the only thing for miles. A very green forest emerged from about ten metres out from the house. It looked thick, almost like a jungle. I stepped away from the house and then turned back to look at it.

Something inside of me lit up. I'd been here before. It was strange because the forest hadn't looked familiar at all, in fact I didn't remember ever being this deep into a forest, but the cabin did look familiar, right down to the colour of the wood. A dream-like effect took over and I heard voices. My vision clouded, and I saw two people, wrestling into the cabin ahead of me.

"We can make this easy or difficult" It was him, his voice, and his body. But he looked different than he did now, he looked normal. He was basically carrying her into the cabin, but she was resisting. "If you can accept that, I'll release you. If you bolt, you know I'll just restrain you again." I recognised his voice. The sounds were faded, like I was watching the conversation through a foggy window. I could see the other figure fight against their own will, as if they were forcing themselves to calm, and seconds later, they did. They relaxed, although it looked familiar; as if they were giving in, but far from relaxed. It was as if they knew what they were going to do, and they were just biding their time. "Okay" Wait. This wasn't his voice. "So we're going to the med clinic?" Another familiar voice, a girl. "You have to let me go" She was begging, desperate. "He has to pay! He tortured her!" It was me.

The voices faded and I returned to reality. I didn't know how long I had been stood there, but I knew that I had to get going, or he would return and I would miss my chance. I would have to think about it later.

I turned into the deep overgrown woods and began walking at a fast pace, eager to get away from the house. Eventually I would find something; someone and I would be free. I just had to get away, before it was too late.

Within minutes I was out of sight of the house, and I couldn't help but take a sigh of relief. I had gotten this far, I could do this. My tough stamina allowed me to maintain this pace for the best part of an hour. I slowed down as I approached a small clearing, much like the one the cabin had been situated in, only smaller. There was a rock in the centre of it, just high enough to sit on without falling off. I decided that a minute break wouldn't do any harm, so I climbed up to the rock and perched, just for a moment. Before I knew it the dream was filling my mind, allowing me to think of nothing else. That had been him, and he was talking to me. But this was before he had changed. It was like a small section of my memory had been restored at the sight of the cabin. The Cabin…

I didn't remember much, only what I had seen. I had been furious, someone had been tortured, and someone close to me. I wanted the culprit to pay. He couldn't just get away with it, and if I didn't deal with him, nobody would and his actions would go unpunished. I had tried to get to him, but big, strong arms had held me back. I wanted to relax into these arms, but I also wanted to fight, and this side of me was stronger. I resisted him, tried to throw him out of my path so that I could get to the boy, what was his name… James? Jones? No, it was Jesse. I was beginning to remember things as I relived the story of my life.

Jesse had attacked her, he had wanted her to join him, but she wouldn't. She was stronger than him, mentally, and he couldn't stand it. But physically, she was fragile, and Jesse had overpowered her and tortured her to the point of corruption. I began to feel this anger again, starting in my fingers and toes and beginning to spread all over me. I couldn't do this now, I couldn't give myself away. I had to keep moving.

I stood up from the rock and walked back out to the tree border. I couldn't quite remember which way I had come in by, so I walked off in what I hoped was the opposite direction. I knew that I was headed in the right direction (well, away from the cabin at least) when I reached a fallen tree that I hadn't seen before. I had to lift myself to climb over it, but my arms were strong enough so it wasn't too difficult. It had taken a while, but I was beginning to get used to my strength and at this moment, I felt as though nothing could stop me. I looked up to the sky in a moment of pride and noticed that the clouds were getting darker. In fact now that I think about it there hadn't been any clouds when I had left the house. They were moving quickly, and I wasn't moving quickly enough.

As I increased my pace through the woods, the clouds became darker, until there wasn't a lot of sunlight left. It wasn't night yet, I still had a few hours, but these clouds were signalling a storm and I could do with getting under cover. I looked around and saw, about fifty feet ahead, a rock which had another fallen tree over it. It didn't give a lot of cover, but it was enough to keep me from getting soaked in the rain that was to fall in the not too distant future. I approached the rock quickly and wedged myself into the gap between the tree and the rock. The gap was small, and the bottom half of my legs were uncovered, but it was my main body that was important. The clouds grew darker and I could hear the rain falling nearby. Within minutes there was a steady drizzle, quickly making my legs damp. I closed my eyes and tried to think about this memory that had been restored, but I quickly drifted off to sleep.

I opened my eyes to see that it was still raining, and it was still dark. I could hear thunder. My back was aching from being stuck in an uncomfortable position all night, so I sat up, ignoring the fact that I was getting drenched. I stretched myself out, trying to ease the pain slightly, reaching up and then down to my toes. When I stood up I was startled by a figure. I couldn't see who it was. They weren't very tall, perhaps a centimetre or two taller than me, and they had short cut blonde-brown hair. It was definitely a boy, I could tell from his muscular built and broad shoulders. It wasn't Dimitri, he wasn't tall enough, and his hair wasn't dark enough, but he did have something in common with him. When I looked towards his face, I noticed that he was staring at me. His eyes had red rings around them, and the look on his face resembled one of hunger. His skin was almost white. He took a step forward, and I held my ground. I wasn't giving in. I wouldn't back away from someone I know, so why should I fear a stranger. He stepped towards me again, leaving such a small gap that I could see a twinkle in his eye. I noticed that one side of his mouth was raised, resembling a half-smile, but I was oblivious to the knife he held in his other hand. Before I could do anything, he pushed it towards my side. I may not have been aware, but someone else was. A dark figure in a long coat with a hood jumped out from the woods and shoved into the stranger's side, pushing him away from me. He stepped back in surprise, but didn't hesitate and jumped towards me again. My tall, dark hero jumped between us, taking the knife into his chest. He let out a roar of pain, or anger. The stranger vanished, and I ran towards the injured man. I pulled back his hood and gasped when I saw who it was. It was Dimitri. A single tear ran down my face and landed on his.

I woke up. My face was covered in tears, or was it rain. The clouds had disappeared and the sun was shining, it was morning again. I looked around for a moment, expecting Dimitri to be on the floor with a fatal wound, but he was nowhere to be seen. Was I relieved? After a moment's thought, I persuaded myself. Of course I was, it was only a dream and I was trying to get away from him, not waiting for him to find me. On that note, I stood up, stretching out and looked around.

I was completely soaked, my clothes were heavy and cold, and my hair was stuck down the side of my face. The tree that had been covering me had slipped off the rock during the night and left me open to the rain. I was cold, and my legs were sore from being stuck out at odd angles during the night. I decided to continue. I couldn't be too far from some sort of civilisation. I had to carry on. Besides, I wasn't actually hurt.

I continued walking, gradually developing a headache. It must have been the pressure of the rain against my head all night. It wasn't pleasant, and it made me wish that I had found some aspirin around the cabin before I left, but it wasn't worth going back, and I'd had worse before.

I had been walking all day. The forest looked the same whichever direction I went in. I was growing impatient, and I just wanted to get out of the woods and into a warm bath. My hair was tangled and my clothes were still wet from the rain the night before. I was beginning to get hungry. When I thought about it, I haven't eaten since the day before, but I had a lot on my mind so maybe it had been distracting me. I looked around hoping that, by some pure stroke of luck, there was an apple tree, or a berry bush around. I browsed around the area I was in, but there was nothing. Anger built up in my and before I knew what I was doing, I balled my hand up into a fist and threw it into the tree next to me. It hurt, a lot. I held my breath and tried not to cry, or scream. I wasn't usually one to react to pain, but this hurt like hell, and I hadn't exactly hurt myself a lot recently so I wasn't used to it. As I cradled my hand, I heard rustling.

It wasn't too far away, maybe fifty feet away, but I couldn't see anything because of the density of the trees. I froze. The rustling sounds repeated, feeling closer this time. Without a second though, I ran. Straight through the tree I had punched and another, over fallen branches and rocks. I forgot about the pain in my hand and allowed the adrenaline to take over. I ran as fast as I could, with everything that I had. I had lost my usual focus and managed to get my foot caught under a root of a tree. I pulled, as I was mid-run and felt something in my knee collapse. Oh. My. God. If I thought that hitting the tree had hurt, this was a new experience. I felt like my knee was on fire. I fell straight to the ground, leaving my face in the leaves. I wanted to scream. Really, really loud. But I didn't know what I was running away from. Was it something I should be afraid of, Dimitri? Or maybe the stranger from my dream? I kept my head on the ground for what felt like ages. I didn't hear the rustling again. Maybe I had just been paranoid, or maybe it had been something like a rabbit or a squirrel. The thought annoyed me because I realised that, first, that could have been a source of food, and second, I just did this to my leg over nothing, or worse, a squirrel.

I dragged my head up from the ground when I decided that I could sit up without screaming. I looked around, I was alone. My eyes moved to my hand which was beginning to swell. I doubt it was broken but it sure did feel like it at the time. My knee was in agony but I decided to leave it because I didn't want to have to look at it right now. And to top it off, my headache was turning into a fully blown migraine. I doubt I would even sense a Strigoi approaching. Which is why I was so surprised when one did.

"Roza?"