May 19th, 2011
A/N:
Hello! Rain here! Long time no post!
Anyway, I'm sorry for not updating sooner. I had a major case of writers block. Not mention I'm working on two stories at the same time. I know these excuses are used a lot, but it's true. I keep getting Private Messages with people asking me if I am continue this story along with my other one. The answer? Yes, I am. I love them to much to not continue them.
Anyway, here is chapter 8 of Memories And A Wedding. In the last chapter, Lissa and Christian finally got that "Official Council Business" done and have a "Little Dragomir" on the way. I'm sorry I couldn't resist!
But before I go, I have a couple of shout outs! Well one... and that is a big shout out to Nicia for helpping me edit this story! Thank you very much Nicia!
The next shout out goes to all of you who have read and reviewed this story! Please continue with the review! I love hearing what you have to say!
The other day I got a Private Message asking what Guardian Glass' first name is. I'll give you a hint: It's mentioned in this chapeter.
One thing i should mention before the chapter starts. Is, they were on vampire time before coming to Russia. Now since they are in Russia they are now moving to human time which is what Dimitri's family goes by. I just wanted to clear that up so you do not get confused.
Disclaimer. I do not own Vampire Academy, even if I wish I did. I do, however, own the plot along with Guardian Glass, Guardian Jason Mathews, and the up coming little Dragomir. I will not continue putting these disclaimers in future chapters unless something changes. In that case I will put one and add the changes to the disclaimer.
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Now on with the story! ~~Rain~~
Previously On: Memories And A Wedding –
After he left, I sat down with Lissa.
"You've been blocking me for the last couple of days. You can tell me. What's up?" I asked trying to get past the block in the bond.
"Well… Christian kind of told the others without realizing it, earlier when we waiting for you to wake up…" She took a deep breath. "But… I'm pregnant." As she said this she took the block out of the bond opened it up.
"Really, Lissa? Wow. Congrats! I'm going to be an aunt! I'm so happy for you!" A huge grin took over my face as I spoke. Wow. Not to mention my job just got harder.
After talking some more, I headed back to Dimitri. As soon as I sat down in his lap, I realized just how tired I was. Resting my head against his strong chest, I soon fell into a dreamless sleep.
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~~**~~**~~**~~ Unknown's Point Of View ~~**~~**~~**~~
I'm going to make Rosemarie Hathaway suffer, for all great offenses she has committed against me. And I'm going to make her suffering slow and painful.
"Ma'am!" I heard from close by.
Turning my head in the direction of the sound, I saw one of the many humans I have working for me under the promise that I would eventually make them immortal approaching me. Pathetic, truly pathetic. That's what humans are. Even before I turned, I though humans were pathetic. I only did what I did for the Moroi race; not really caring about the humans.
"Report." I commanded him.
"What you requested to be done in Russia has been taken care of. Four of the six Strigoi that you sent, though, were killed by the Guardian and his companion. One of the other two confirmed that the Guardian's companion was not hurt except for a few minor scratches. They also confirmed that the Guardian is dead." The human reported.
"Very well. You're dismissed." I said leaving him there.
So, that was who called him.
I walked away from the human still thinking about that when my cell when off.
"Speak."
"It's me. I just got a call from one of them. They're going to Russia. Something about seeing family." My… partner said. I was not happy with the idea of having a partner, but it was necessary at this point in time.
Hmmm. That confirms it.
"Good. Keep me informed." I said and hung up. Pathetic. They might not be human… but some people are just pathetic.
I guess I know where I'm going next. To Russia.
~~**~~**~~**~~ Second Unknown Person's Point Of View ~~**~~**~~**~~
Ever since the end of August, I have been suffering. Suffering even more than I was before. When He asked that question, I knew She would agree; and it felt like my world shattered into billions of pieces.
Belikov.
Hearing that name makes me want to kill someone (Italic).
Belikov and Hathaway.
Hearing those names together is like someone staking me in the heart, ripping it out, setting it on fire and stomping on it.
The first thought I had when I was proven right and she agreed, was: Kill me. Don't make me suffer a minute longer. Just kill me. I have nothing to live for now that she is gone forever and I have no chance to get her now.
But here I am alive and suffering with each day that goes by.
Today I got a call from them, telling me that they were going to Russia and why and not to worry. So I decided to call my… partner, yes that's what you'd call her, and told her.
I don't like the idea of having a partner but she came up with a plan the will get us what we both want in the end. My partner wants him and I want her. Why not? What do I have to lose?
~~**~~**~~**~~ Dimitri's Point Of View ~~**~~**~~**~~
Shortly after take-off, Roza went to talk to Lissa and from what I heard Lissa told Roza about the baby.
Looking down at the sleeping angel – the woman that is my life and reason for existing – who was curled up in my lap with her head on my chest, sound asleep; I couldn't help but wonder what my life would be like if we – Roza and I – were to become parents to our own children.
I could see it when I closed my eyes some times.
A little girl who was about four years old, dressed in a little white dress and white sandals. She looks and acts like Roza, but you could see me in her looks as well as her personality at times. With her mother's mouth, nose and eye shape, along with her tanned skin. But it's also clear to see that her self-control is definitely like her mother's. But her other features are mine, like her eye color and hair color and texture.
And a little boy who was the same age as the little girl, but dressed in a black shirt and some jeans. He looks and acts like me most of the time, but has some of his mother in him as well. Like her wonderful dark brown hair, that's the same length as mine and tied at the nape of his neck, just like how I wear mine. He also has her tanned skin and a little bit of Roza's personality. But definitely my self-control.
But I know this is just a dream. A dream that will never come true for me and Roza.
At this moment, I don't think it has really sunk in yet for Roza. What she and Lissa talked about. But once it does, she's going to need someone to be there for her. I know how touchy the subject is for her.
That whenever it is mentioned, she blames herself for not being able to give that to me. She knows that I've always wanted children, but since I chose her that can never come true. Yes, I will not deny that I have always wanted children. But once I knew I loved Roza with all my heart and that I could not live a moment without her in my life, I gave up on that dream.
If I can't have children with my Roza, then I don't need them or want them. But if she wished to back out of this engagement and find someone who could give her a child then I would let her. I would beg her to stay, but if that was truly her wish then I would let her have it.
As long as she was happy with it that is.
While thinking this I brushed some of her hair out of her face and kissed the crown of her head. I whispered in Russian so only she could hear me - if she were awake. "Я люблю тебя, моя Роза. Ты мое все.(A/N: Translation: I love you, my Roza. You are my everything.)"
~~**~~**~~**~~ Rose's Point Of View ~~**~~**~~**~~
When I woke up, I was still in the same position on Dimitri's lap – my legs hung over one side of his, and I was snuggled into his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around me. The only difference was that somewhere between me falling asleep and me waking up, he had somehow managed to still hold me in the same position and find and read one of his many western novels.
God, he is talented.
Glancing around the cabin of the plane, I noticed that we had landed. I frowned though, since I knew we couldn't be in Russia yet.
"Comrade, where are we? We can't be there yet - can we? How long was I asleep for?" Confusion laced my voice as I questioned Dimitri.
"You've been asleep for about eight to nine and a half hours. And no we aren't there yet. We had to land to in Frankfurt which is in Germany to refuel." He glanced at his watch. "Actually, we should be taking-off soon."
"Wow. I slept a long time. I'm sorry for falling asleep for that long on your lap, Comrade. I don't know why I was so tired." I said sheepishly.
"It's quite alright, Roza." He spoke just as the pilot's came on over the intercom telling us to get ourselves strapped in and ready for take-off in fifteen minutes. "See? I told you it wouldn't be too long before we took-off again."
As I climbed off of his lap and into the seat next to him, I simply rolled my eyes and shook my head at him.
After what seemed like an eternity on the plane and me falling asleep again for a bit after that, we landed at the airport in Omsk, Russia.
Walking through the airport we grabbed our luggage, spent an hour renting a car and left.
According to Dimitri the drive took about another hour to get to his hometown of Baia. He also said that we should stay alert because it was close to dusk and Strigoi like to 'wander' the road that leads there.
The closer we got to his hometown and family the more nervous I got. Not because of Strigoi, but because of his family. I was afraid they wouldn't like me. All the "what ifs" started swirling around in my head.
What if they didn't like me? What if they didn't approve of Dimitri marring another Dhampir? What if because we are both Dhampirs they didn't approve because we couldn't have kids? What if they didn't like me because of the age difference? I was getting myself worked-up, but I couldn't help myself from obsessing about what their reactions would be like.
As if he could sense my distress, Dimitri grabbed my hand, rubbing his thumb in a circular motion which instantly calmed me down. "What's the matter, Roza?" His voice was laced with concern and worry.
Looking at him I said. "It's nothing." Before I turned my head so that I was looking out the window before he could read the emotion that was sure to be showing in my eyes. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I was afraid to meet his family. I know that me thinking this is stupid and I shouldn't worry, I just can't help it. I just have to hope to God that they will like me. A little over a month ago we had planned on going to see them before the wedding and I was fine with it. Even if it took Dimitri an hour to help me to settle down and erase the fears that seem to be popping up once again. So I have no idea why I'm so… worried right now. It's weird, that my emotions are so out of control.
Once I thought that, though, I was fine. Weird.
As if sensing my mood change again, Dimitri brought my hand up to his lips and the back of my hand. I guess he understands what I was thinking.
Sometime during my worrying about whether or not Dimitri's family is going to like me, I fell asleep again and woke up to Dimitri shaking my shoulder with the news that we had arrived.
We arrived with plenty of daylight left. And just from where I was standing I could tell Baia was beautiful. I know it sounds little bit over-the-top to say that when I haven't even seen the rest of it, but it was true. It was small, but the kind of place that you can tell so was quiet and peaceful looking that you didn't think there could possibly be danger here.
I heard footsteps approaching me from behind, but my body didn't tense up in alarm. Instead, I relaxed as the intoxicating scent that makes my knees go weak caressed my senses, in the same way as Dimitri wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered into my ear. "It's not what you expected, is it?" His breath blew against the side of my neck, making me shiver with pleasure.
I turned around in his arms so that I could slip my arms up and around his neck before I kissed him. It was quick, but still you could tell it was full of everything that I was feeling.
Breaking the kiss I told him. "You were right. I admit it, and it is beautiful. It's so peaceful here. I can't believe this is where you grew up." I took a deep breath. "Come on, time to meet everyone." With another quick kiss, I moved over to the trunk of the car and started taking out the luggage, handing each to its respectful owner. Well expect maybe Liss who brought three, bursting–at–the–seams suitcases instead of two like the rest of us.
In unison, we all turned to face the house that Dimitri was staring at, a happy, content smile gracing his features. "Home." The whisper was barely audible, but I still heard it as it slipped from between his lips.
"Are you excited?" I slipped my hand into his and squeezed gently, before smiling when I felt him squeeze mine back.
"Very. I can't believe I'm back."
I laughed lightly. "I can't believe I'm even here." And it was true, I couldn't. More so, I couldn't believe how normal everything looked. I mean, I knew that they lived in houses, but I just didn't expect it to be so… like back in America.
The house in front of us was small, yet seemed large enough to house the family Dimitri had told me about, and more. The house in front of us was small, yet seemed large enough to house the family Dimitri had told me about, and more. Through the net curtains, we could see shapes of people moving as they got ready to settled down for the evening.
The house itself was a pretty two story house that was white with a wooden porch which a porch swing on it.
Going up the three little steps and onto a wooden porch, Dimitri knocked on the door.
Time to meet the In-Laws.
After a few seconds a woman who looked like she was in her late forties answered the door. She looked almost exactly like Dimitri; with those eyes that are so deep that you feel like you're swimming in them, and that can be piercing to the point that it feels as if they are looking straight at your soul. She had brown hair that had streaks of gray mixed in it. I can't tell you how long it was because it was currently tied up in a messy bun; as if she was in a hurry to get her hair out of the way.
She had the doorknob in one hand and a dish towel in the other. When she saw Dimitri she dropped the towel and covered her mouth as she gasped in shock and disbelief that he was really here. Before she ran into Dimitri's now free extended arms she called out to the others in the house. Well, that's what I think she did because she said it in Russian and all I could identify was Dimitri's name mixed in it.
She was now in her son's arms, hugging and holding on to him for dear life. Like if she let go of him he would disappear from her sight. You could tell she missed and loves her son very much by this simple gesture. And Dimitri her. It has to have been years since he last came home to visit his family, and he probably wishes that it was under better circumstances.
As soon as I finished that thought Dimitri was surrounded by three other women, and a little girl who looked to be about two and a little boy who was around the age of ten.
The little boy looked like a mini Dimitri. I mean, he was the spitting image of him. So from what Dimitri told me of his family and the photos I have seen this little boy was Paul. Dimitri's nephew.
One of the three women who had come out looked as though she was a year or so younger than me, Lissa, and Christian. She had the same features as Dimitri. The eyes and the brown hair, but her hair had natural gold streaks running through it. She was a little taller than me as well. So I'm guessing that this is Viktoria, Dimitri's younger sister. She was holding the little girl in her arms.
The second woman, who was currently talking to Dimitri, was heavily pregnant. Also from the looks of it, again from some of the photos I had seen, this was Sonya. One of Dimitri's older sisters.
And lastly, the last lady must be Dimitri's grandmother, Yeva. She was barely five feet tall and looked like she could be blown over in the wind. She had white wispy hair, but very alert and piercing eyes.
She was the only one who wasn't talking to and being embraced by Dimitri. Quite the opposite. She was staring straight at me, with that knowing look in her eyes.
When she turned to Dimitri she spoke in prefect English. "Dimka, why don't you introduce us to your guests?" Before turning back to me with that knowing glance that was scaring the shit out of me.
Dimitri turned his attention back to us and started to go through the introductions, turning and walking over to stand behind Lissa first and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Everyone, this is Princess Vasilisa Dragomir." Then he placed his other hand on Christian's shoulder "And this is Lord Christian Ozera."
"It's an honor to meet you. Please call me Lissa." She said waving at them.
"And call me Christian." Said Christian.
"Or as I call him, Sparky!" I piped in; laughing at the glare Christian was giving me.
"Oh be quite, Rosie."
"You did not just call me Rosie." I spoke in the most threatening tone of voice I could whilst glaring at him. I had the satisfaction of watching him pale and visibly swallow.
"Roza." Dimitri said warningly in that 'mentor' voice of his.
"What, Comrade? He started it. I'm going to finish it." I said to him as he came over and gave me a quick kiss in front of everyone; before taking me in his arms and introducing me to the shocked people in front of us.
"And this here in my arms is the woman I will be marring in a few months time. Guardian Rosemarie Hathaway."
"Dimitri Belikov!" I yelled elbowing him so he let go of me and stumbled back a few feet, catching him off guard. Turning towards him, I gave a death glare. "I've told you I hate being called Rosemarie." I all but growled at him. Making the color drain from Dimitri's face.
In the background I could hear both Lissa and Sparky snickering, along with some coming from Dimitri's family.
"Just Rose." I told them turning to face them again and holding my hand out to them to shake, but was greeted by several hugs instead.
Before we could do and/or say anything else or go inside, I was suddenly overcome by the nausea that I feel when Strigoi are near, making me go stiff. Before Dimitri could start to ask what the matter was for the sudden change in mood, I had my stake out.
My eyes were closed as I tried to sense how many were near. 1…2…3…4…5…!
Five!
"We've got company. Five of them. Everyone get inside, Lissa and Christian go inside as well. Now! Jason! Cat! Take near guard!" I barked out orders whilst getting off the porch with others right behind me.
Before we had the chance to react or assemble any type of defensive formation, all five of them were in front of us.