ROSE POV

I got to Christians door and stopped. I'd been hoping that Dimirti and I could've …yeah but instead he left me, as usual, hungry and begging for more. It was almost like he didn't want my virginity. I sighed and knocked on Christian's door; I had work to do. It took a while for the door the fling open and reveal my pale vampire friend standing in his jeans drying behind his ears with a hand towel. I took a moment to give him an appropriate once over, admiring the glistening droplets on his chest.

"Take a picture," he laughed, "it'll last longer." With that knocking me from my dazed position I pushed him out my way and surveyed the room. The bench-press in the far left corner of the room, still staked with weights, corrected my assumption that he'd just come from the shower to, he'd been working out. Even better.

"How much can you bench?" I asked still checking the room for any suggestion that the wards had broken allowing in the darkness of Lissa's mind.

"Not much," he mused, "somewhere around 175 to 200." I glared at him that was twenty more then I could lift regularly. He chuckled again.

"Whatever," I grunted annoyed. So far nothing was out of the ordinary and a whispering in the back of my mind came pressing through. I tried focusing on it, but it was so blurry I couldn't until I recognized the strained voice belonged to Lissa. 'Not…spirit…check….Ozera' I whipped around and pushed him into a wall. It all happened so quick he didn't have room to stop me. In seconds I had a stake to his neck swearing that if he didn't answer my demands I would personally spill his blood and suffer any consequence with a brilliant smile.

"She saw uh…she broke into my mind and she uh saw…some things…" he stammered. I glared harder, pressing the stake to his pale neck, my glare intensified and he swallowed hard again. I watched his eyes flicker downward a couple times landing an inch or two under my collarbone.

"Answer me!" I demanded. He licked his lips and cleared his throat.

"She saw me thinking about…you." It was simple but nonetheless I released him, sliding my stake back into the pouch where it belonged.

"What about me," the demand was softer, but still dignified. He flushed a deep red color and it made me do the same in return. He advanced closer to me, looming over me and casting a thin shadow. I felt my heart rate speed up; the wave of emotion I'd felt when Dimitri's fingers left my body, washed over me once again. Christian's ice blue eyes roamed over the limited length of my body and I held my breath in anticipation. He bent down…and tilted my chin with his thin fingers until my mouth was brushing against his lips. With the anticipation killing me I leaned into Christian, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. No one mattered at that moment. Neither Lissa nor Dimitri could make me break this kiss. I'd always secretly found Christian appealing, because of his attitude and beautiful eyes but now I was acting on it. Christian took the kiss to a separate level quickly, scooping me up in a bridal position and leading me to his bedroom. Every nerve in my body was pulsating and I wanted more. More than I knew I should enjoy.

"Yes," he breathed, "or no" I knew exactly what he was talking about and I knew I wanted to say no. I knew this was wrong, but really who would find out? No one. So I nodded and continued our kiss. He laid me down on his bed and smiled down at me like he'd won his prize and a glint of pure unadulterated lust was shining in his eyes. Christian won.

A loud boom jolted me and I woke up in Christian's bed my body sore and red in places. I could feel the holes on my neck still trying to heal and I felt weaker than usual. I got up and threw my legs over the side of the bed and jumped as another thud, louder than the first, shook the room.

"You bastard!" that sounded like Dimitri, I jumped up and quickly threw on one of Christians discarded t-shirts. Dimitri had Christian pinned to the wall a fist poised directly in-front of his face.

"What's going on? Dimitri put him down!"

"Why should I, you're my …my uh…my…you know what you are!" he raged. His tanned face got red and he grabbed me by my arms and shook me.

"You can't even call me your girlfriend you bastard!" I yelled smacking the shit out of him and releasing myself. He stared at me with hurt in his eyes and held his cheek, in a cliché display of betrayal.

"You who-" the word hadn't fully left his mouth when Christian's fist slammed into Dimitri's jaw. Dimitri barely stumbled before he turned on his heels and in one swift movement sent a punch to Christian's gut and I acted on instinct grabbing Dimitri's shoulder and throwing him on his back. I stood in-front of Christian and withdrew my stake.

"How could you do this…" Dimitri murmured tears brimmed at the edge of his eyes and I glared at him. Pussy.

"They're more important," was all I said to him and he turned to leave. He pushed the TV. off the stand and screamed a loud Russian curse before slamming the door and storming away. Shit.