Hey guys Purrfictionist here! Happy New Years! Well New Year's Eve if you're in America Well here's another chapter in Sydney's POV again and it's kind of short. It's just for you Sydrian fans. Anywho, I will be catching up with the rest of the holiday celebration as soon as they get to Montana and I might even post the next chapter today before it's 2013 if I have time. Thanks to all my reviewers and followers. I can't name all of them now because I have only a little time to post this chapter but your reviews are appreciated! Read and reply!

Chapter 7

Sydney Sage

Apologies and Gingerbread

I look at the paper before me frowning. It's incomplete. Since when have my essay's gotten this choppy? I sigh and throw the paper out. I look over at the door where my small, packed suitcase sits with the gray ticket resting on top of it. I fell asleep late last night after an hour of nothing but tissues and tears. I want to be angry at Adrian. I want to yell at him and tell him that Jill is duty and that she'll always be nothing but a duty but I can't. And it hurts that I can't because she's so much like Zoe. She's so much like my little sister.

I push myself off my bed and walk over to my suitcase and take out the picture I have of my family and accidently pull the picture of Clarence and Marcus Finch out as well. I set aside the picture and look at the young man and young Clarence laughing. There's something about the picture that throws me off. Is it the ranch behind them or the name of the road which is barely visible in the corner of the small picture. I shrug and slip both the pictures into my purse.

I slip on my purse and walk over to my bed where the binder I stored all the papers and homework to do during the flight. I pick up the binder and start to head on out towards the door when I hear a loud knock. I look at the door curiously and set my purse and binder aside and pull open the door to let in a tall Moroi. Adrian Ivashkov.

"Adrian?" I whisper. "What are you doing here?"

He looks at me with his emerald green eyes and then out at the gray, cold, winter morning. "Can I come in? It's kind of cold out here and um, sunny."

I flush remembering the fact that Moroi get weakened by the sun. "Of course, come in."

I move aside and let Adrian come into my dorm. I silently close the door and lean against it as I watch him take in my room. I take in his sable brown hair that's window blown and his tall arms that dangle by his side as he smirks amused.

"Your room is empty," he says.

"Yes it is." I say. "Adrian what do you want?"

He sighs and turns around to face me. I feel my heart stop as I take in the purple bags under his eyes and his pale, fallen face that someone would have when they stayed up the entire night god knows doing what. Could it be off the amount of sun he took in?

"Adrian what happened?" I ask him. "Do you want water or something? You look awful! You shouldn't come out like this in the sun at all."

He chuckles as he plops down onto my bed. "Stop worrying about me Sage, it isn't the sun that's got me like this. I just couldn't sleep last night, I'm fine though now. I would like something to drink though would be fine."

I nod immediately and walk over to the mini fridge by the lamp and look at my bottles of beverages. "I got orange juice, apple juice, tropical punch, water and a bottle of mango smoothie."

He frowns. "Good God Sage, fruity much? Got any scotch?"

I narrow my eyes. "Fine, the tropical punch."

"I thought so," I say pulling out my tropical punch I made the other day. I reach over to the cabinet besides the fridge and pull out a cup. "So what's up?" I ask trying not to sound like I cried over what he said to me last night for most of the night.

I hand him the cup and he chugs half the cup down and stops. He pulls the cup away from his mouth and smiles.

"Wow it's good," he says.

"Adrian," I say.

He sighs and looks down into the cup. "I'm sorry alright?" he says. "I shouldn't have said that. I was completely rude, mean, cruel, and to sum it all up, I was a jerk."

I look at him and nod. "I'm the one who should be sorry. You were right," I say sitting on the bed next to him. "I shouldn't have said that to Jill and I deserved your jerkiness. It's just… I can't see her more than a duty and God, you don't know how much I tell myself this daily. I'm afraid that when I get pulled off from Palm Springs, I won't be able to let her go and that they'll find out and…"

"Sydney," Adrian says softly. I look up at him blushing as I hear him use my first name, a thing he did so rarely. "I know. I know how you feel about it, I got it last time. Does it feel right though?"

"You know how it feels and you know that I can't love vampires. It's wrong."

He nods and looks at me. "You know what will settle all this?"

I look at him. "What?"

"A gingerbread man," he says holding out a gingerbread man from the box next to him.

"I am not eating that Adrian, it's packed with sugar. Breakfast is supposed to be healthy, not junky."

"Come on Sage, it's harmless."

"No," I say standing up. "We should go out now and meet the others. We need to start heading over to the airport now to catch our flight."

I grab my purse, binder and suitcase and squeal as an arm shoots out from behind me and slams onto the door. "Adrian! Let go of the door!"

"Eat the gingerbread Sage!"

"No!"

"Eat it," he says warningly looking into my eyes. "Or I might have to do something you'd regret."

I pale. "You wouldn't dare compulse me," I hiss.

'Try me," he growls back.

"Please Adrian," I beg. "It's packed with sugar. It'll make me fat."

"Then let it, you're as thin as a stick," he says.

"Stop lying," I say.

"I'm not," he whispers. "You can't eat grass all day Sage, take a break once in a while."

I frown and look at his hand that's half an inch away from my face and sigh. I grab the cookie and take a small bite of it. He looks at my face patiently and watches it drop.

"It's… good."