RPOV

I'm sure I must've been in Alexander's basement for hours if not days—at least it felt like days for me. Some humans would bring me food and water, and Alexander would come down occasionally to get a 'drink' from me. I was worried sick for the baby; what if it died? Dimitri's world would be destroyed if the baby was dead. With the highs that I got from Alexander's bites, time smashed together and it became impossible for me to know how long I was locked up.

Adrian visited my dreams multiple times, telling me Dimitri and some other guardians were on their way, but I couldn't understand why they hadn't shown up yet. They had to be close, right? They knew where I was being held, right?

DPOV

We've searched and searched, so far nothing. We've tried abandoned buildings, suspicious looking buildings, or asked people if they saw any houses they thought were suspicious. My patience was already thin, and it was quickly evaporating with each failure. I could tell the other guardians were noticing my anger, and steered clear of me. I had to find Roza and protect our baby.

"Belikov." I turned and Alberta looked at me nervously. "I know you want to find Rose, but don't you think we should take a little break? The other—"

"A break?" I hissed. Alberta took a step back, cautious. "I am not going to take a break until I have Roza back. She's— She needs my help." If I told Alberta that my Roza was pregnant, with my child, she'd be furious. If she even believed the child was mine.

"Belikov—"

"No!" I barked. "I will not sit back and find out Roza was hurt or killed. I will find her, whether you decide to come with me or not."

Before Alberta could utter another word, my phone went off.

"What?" I said rudely.

"I think I know where little dhampir is." Lord Ivashkov.

"Where?" I pushed.

"She's in a house. She believes it's in Missoula; she's locked in a basement."

"That's descriptive," I snapped. "What kind of house?"

"She said an old-fashioned looking house. That's what she thinks, anyway. I think she was guessing Victorian styled." I gave lord Ivashkov a quick thanks and hung up. I turned from Alberta without a word and got into the driver side of one of the cars.

"What are you doing, Belikov?!" Alberta shouted.

"Getting Roza back," I muttered. Without waiting for any of the other guardians to load up, I started the car and drove off.

RPOV

I lay bleary-eyed on the mattress. I felt nauseated. My neck was sticky with drying or dried blood. I took an unsteady breath. Anytime she tried standing up, her head spun.

Where are you, Dimitri? I thought tiredly. Distantly, I heard a door being slammed open. I heard shouts and cries. Screams and wails. I didn't bother to move. A flicker of excitement went through me, but died out quickly. The basement door flew open and I saw Dimitri standing there, bloodied in certain places.

"Roza," he sighed. He rushed over to me and knelt down. Behind him, a group of humans and Moroi and dhampirs rushed in, holding various weapons. Dimitri stood up, taking out his gun and shooting wildly at them. I never saw him loose control like that. It was frightening. Some fell to the ground, wounded or possibly dying. As others progressed, he took out his stake and stabbed and sliced them. He still gripped his gun in his other hand.

Unsteadily, I was able to stand up and stumble over to where some of the injured people laid. I took a metal pipe from one of them and started hitting the enemies. I couldn't let Dimitri do all the work. One of the people I hit—a dhampir—held a handgun. I yanked it from his hands and started shooting at them.

"Enough!" a voice boomed. Everyone stopped. Alexander stood at the doorway, his red eyes blazing. The moans and groans and whimpers of the injured filled the room's silence. The crowd parted, showing Dimitri, bloodied and panting. I rushed over to him, his arms wrapping protectively around me. Alexander, using his unearthly speed, stood in front of Dimitri and I. "Ah, the Russian beast," he snarled. "You saved you're little wench." Dimitri stiffened. He laughed crazily. "But you're too late. I was going to kill her and the child. I'm sure the little bastard child's already dead, though." He smiled menacingly. Dimitri exploded. Stake gripped tightly, his knuckles white, Dimitri jumped on Alexander and began stabbing him wildly. The sounds of Alexander's cries soon died away, but Dimitri kept stabbing.

"Dimitri, stop!" I cried, running over.