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Chapter six

It was like I was sucked into my dreaming self whenI saw it was me. I smiled at her, and felt a very strong need to have her, a want for her, and love for her bigger than myself. And when I looked into her eyes, it was obviouss she felt the same. The was a passion so strong...so powerful that it..it..

Woke me up.

"Damn it!" I screamed after sitting up and realizing I was awake.I felt her absence like she really had been there. I didn't know whether I was screaming because of that, and that it was a dream, or because I shouldn't have these feelings, much less this dream. Damn it.

Ok, so now I knew what was going on, why she had such an effect on me. And I wish I didn't know, that I was still in the darkness. No, I wished that I didn't feel like this at bad thing was, that I had liked the way i felt in the dream, her hands running down my chest, and her soft hair in my hands. And I shouldn't and couldn't. Not that Rose wasn't great, but she's secen years younger. She's my student. And I am a gaurdian, and she will be one soon. There is no possible way for us to even think about eachother that way.

Wait. Did she think about me that way? Oh, god, please let her, I tought to myself. Then I shut the thought up. No, if she didn;t feel anything for me, this would be much, much simpler. I could get over this 'crush' and life would go on. I soothed myself for alomst an hour thinking about that, thinking that I wouldn't move on, and she would be my student, and nothing more than my friend.

So, telling myself things would move on helped a little, but I still had the damned feeling to deal with. What shold I do with the,? I should make myself get rid of them, and carry on. Or I should let them run their course, but not let anyone notice. I could just pretend things were all wonderful in my head and heart and no one would notice anything.

But what did I do?

I decided to ignore them until they got pissed and went away.

Which was stupid, because they weren't going to go away likr that. But, stupid didn't matter right now. It just sounded easier.

I dragged myself out of bed- three hours early I might add- and got in the shower, washing away the dream. I stepped out of the steamy room, and put on my usual attire- jeans and a t-shirt, with my leather duster. I staked out of my room, I needed fresh air.

(Ok guys, I'm going to skip everything that day until Rose's session with him that afternoon. Sorry, but it would be uneventful.)

Rose walked in, and I immediately stiffened. How should I act? The same. Of course. She looked at me, then changed before coming to stand infront of me.

"What's your first problem you'll run into when facing a Strigoi?"

"They're immortal?" True, but not the right answer.

"Think of something more basic."

She considered that for a moment. "They could be bigger than me. And stronger."

I nonned, That makes it difficult but not immposible. You can use a persons extra height and weight against them."

Then I showed her an asortment of moves, watching her take it all in in awe. I was proud that she was actually paying this much attention.

Finnaly I turned to her and said, "Go ahead. Try to hit me." I repressed the urge to smile when she jumped at me and I easily knocked her down, like swating at a fly. And then Again. And again. Then, finnaly she asked," What am I doing wrong?" and this was what was so great.

"Nothing." she had the moves down. They just needed practice.

She didn't seem convinced. 'If I wasn't doing anything wrong, then I would have rendered you unconious by now." I surpressed a laugh. Not likely.

"Unlikely. Your moves are all correctm but this is the first time you've really tried. I've done it for years."

I had once told her I was twenty four, which meant I was older, of course. She aparently though I had that I'm-older-than-you-so-I'm-better additude beacause she rolled her eyes and shook her head. I noticed how some of her hair fell out of her ponytail, and even thought she was sweaty, it looked beautiful. Do not think like that. I told myself. I was supposed to be ignoring these feelings.

"Whatever you say, Grandpa. Can we try again?" she asked. I almost rolled my eyes, but instead I looked at the old clock. I seen it was almost time for the banquet, and instantly felt rushed.

"We're out of 't you want to get ready?"

She glanced at the clock and perked up. 'Hell, yeah, I do."

And started walking off ahead of her, expecting her to catch up and start chatting about the upcoming banquet-the queen was coming to visit the school. I had already met her, and I didn't really like her, so it was no big I did respect her, so I was happy to make an apearance. Rose was just happy to get out.

But before I got two yards, I felt her eyes studying me. I kept walking, and I smiled breifley before wiping off my face and getting ready for her attack. She screamined a loud battle cry, which was a dumb move, but before she could touch me I turned around, and pinned her on the ground easily in one swift motion. The surprised and angry look on her face was priceless. I held her wrists, keeping her from moving. She didn't seem to happy about that. My eyes was smiling, and I was on the verge of it.

She groaned. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

I looked into her eyes, my lips turned up. "The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time." I said, joking around. She realized that and sighed.

"Would it have made a difference if I'd been quiet?"

I pretended to think about it. But although she was getting somewhere, her moves were sloppy. So no, she qould have been completely mute and I would have known it. "No. Probably not." I added, so not to completely hurt her feelings.

She sighed loudly, clearly happy that I wasn't as serious as usual.

And thats when I analized our positions.

I was laying on top of her, my face maybe three inches from hers. I was holding her wrists down, and my chest was pressed against hers. Infact, so was my torso. And my legs were intertwined with hers. I was in the position that I had fanasized about since the lounge. If i could just bend down and kiss her, then everything was already set in place. But I would just settle for the kiss. Oh, the kiss that would be so sweet, that would open a world of forbidden posibilities. What should I do? Should I do what I wanted-needed- so badly, or should i do what was right and get off of her? I was agruing with my good side and bad side about what to do when she said," So, um... you got any other moves to show me?" that snapped me back.

My lips twitched, hearing the double meaning in those words. Yes, I would have loved to show her some other moves right then. But that was not apropraite, and I was menally chewing myself out for even letting myself think about 'showing her some moves', much less kissing her. Damn it Dimitri, get it together.

Not knowing wheter she intended the double meaning or not, I got up and said,"Come on. We should go." and after she tgot up, I turned and walked out of the gym, without looking back.

I had let my mind slip. And almost my body. And I swear she knew it to. I'mpretty sure, from the look in her eyes, that she was thinking some of the same things as I was. I felt my stomach flutter at the thought of her liking me back. But after making sure she wasn't looking, I hit my stomach. I know, it was childish. But if hitting a wall wouldn't break my hand, I would have done that to.

There was three things for sure.

One. I liked my student. Maybe I was falling in love, I couldn't tell yet. But either way, I had feelings for her. Major feelings.

Two. I think she returned those feelings. When were were close, or I was smiling, I would notice how she looked at me. Admiringly. She didn't have much conrol over keeping her emotions and expressions in place as I did, so it was easy to catch her off guard. So I'm pretty sure she has some feelilngs for me too. And I didn't know if that was good or bad.

And three. It wasn't supposed to happen. It couldn't happen. Anything other than friends was forbidden between us. It would endager Lissa, it would be illegal, and we would both get in major trouble with the school-I would be fired, her expelled, and I was seven years older.

There was something wrong with me, and I couldn't anything about it.

Wonderful, I thought to mself as a I got ready for the banquet.