PART II, ROSE&DIMITRI'S CONNECTED DREAM!
RPOV
I was still in Dimitri's arms, both of us confused. A sudden cold chill overwhelmed me, making me shiver. I felt goosebumps rise on Dimitri's arms. A thick fog surrounded us, making it hard to see. I looked up at Dimitri, who was squinting in the fog, trying to see what was going on. His arms tightened around me. When the fog cleared, two figures stood a few feet in front of us, side-by-side, in medieval looking clothes. A man and a woman. Who looked a lot like Dimitri and I.
"What—?" Dimitri muttered.
The man and woman bowed respectfully (I think). The man spoke, his voice thick with a Russian accent.
"I am Dimitri Tatarinov," he said. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"I'm Rosemarie Hughes," the woman said. "I'm pleased to meet you, too." I looked up at Dimitri, who stared at the two in confusion and weariness. I looked at Rosemarie, remembering Father Andrew's words. She looked at me and smiled. I looked at the other Dimitri and he had a stoic look on his face. "You're confused," Rosemarie said to me. "and weary. That's fine. In a way, you're just like me." She chuckled. "What am I saying, you are me. Just like your Dimitri is my Dimitri."
"Your Dimitri?" my Dimitri said, disbelieving.
"You don't know?" Rosemarie said, cocking her head to the side. "Your maiden knows. I thought you might have. Hasn't the—"
Other Dimitri looked at Rosemarie and she closed her mouth.
"I believe you are in need of an explanation," other Dimitri said. "I have no problems doing it, but I believe your beautiful maiden should." Other Dimitri nodded to me. My Dimitri looked at me, his eyes confused and laced with irritation.
"What are they talking about, Roza?" he murmured.
"It's confusing," I said softly. "I'm still trying to understand it."
"Understand what?"
"Those guys were us," I said quietly, motioning to other Dimitri and Rosemarie. "I guess we were alive before—a long time ago. But something really big happened, and they—we—killed ourselves."
"What?" Dimitri hissed.
"That's not the whole story," other Dimitri chimed. "But she is right. We were alive before—you and Rosemarie. We were to be guarding the Dragomir Princess, but emotions came in the way, and interfered with our duties." Other Dimitri looked at Rosemarie longingly. "I asked the Queen if I could serve the Princess's fiancée, Christian. She agreed, and once my Rosemarie was skilled enough, we would guard our Moroi together." Other Dimitri looked at us. "I thought that if we kept our feelings hidden, nobody would know I was in love with another dhampir. I was wrong. A colleague found out and told my superiors. They found Rosemarie and I together, and we both knew we'd be sentenced to death. So we killed ourselves."
"That's not the whole truth, Dimitri," Rosemarie said, her British accent thicker. "There's more to that than a tragic love story."
My Dimitri's arms were holding me so close to him I couldn't breathe. My arms were around his waist. I felt the frantic pounding of Dimitri's heart, his shallow breathing.
Other Dimitri looked at Rosemarie, then nodded with a long sigh.
"There was a prophecy," Rosemarie said. "One that your lovely lady already knows about." Rosemarie nodded at me. "It involved my Dimitri and I, a dangerous pregnancy, and the Strigoi. I'm shadow-kissed, so I'm able to get pregnant by other dhampirs—"
TO BE CONTINUED...