RPOV
After killing Tasha and dhampir guy, I tried to make a run for it, but my swelling belly made it difficult. I'm now four months pregnant and I get breathless quickly. I'm sure Dimitri and the others were having an aneurism by now. I had no idea where I was, I don't know how far from the Academy I was, and I'm sure as hell not going to give up until I find out how to get back to the Academy. I'm not hitchhiking. I'm not dumb enough to thumb a ride. Not after this.
So, I run and run and run.
DPOV
We drove and searched and came up with nothing. It was impossible. How could I let Roza out of my sights again? You'd think I'd have learned the first time. I became more irritated, more infuriated. I just wanted her back. The sound of my cell going off made me cringe. When I picked up, before I had a chance to say anything, I heard heavy breathing. Not like someone's out of breath, just really heavy breathing, like you'd get from a horror movie.
Then the person chuckled darkly then hung up.
I looked at my phone irritatedly. I had no time for prank calls. My stomach was knotting though.
RPOV
I stood on the side of the road, walking. My feet hurt, my chest ached from running, and the baby was kicking. I groaned and rubbed my stomach.
"Calm down," I moaned. "Please."
The running wasn't the only thing wearing me down. After Tasha's little fire display, and the baby's supposed "absorption" of her magic, I've been feeling drained. My eyes stung, my ears rang, my head spun. Whatever this baby is, it's different. And painful. I could understand how dhampirs weren't meant to reproduce.
I stopped, put my hands on my knees, and moaned. My head throbbed. I threw up.
DPOV
I was driving down the road, my eyes darting, looking for any signs of Roza on the side of the road. I stop the car when I see an ambulance on the side of the road and a bunch of paramedics surrounding a girl. She's pregnant and looks a lot like Roza.
That is Roza, I thought. I jumped out of the car and shoved myself through the paramedics. Roza looked pale, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was sweating heavily. Her hands were on her stomach.
"Sir, you need to move." I saw a female paramedic grab my arm and try to yank me back.
"She's my girlfriend," I said icily. She looked at me for a moment then turned to leave.
"Comrade." Roza's voice was small and shaky. I looked down at her and she gave a small smile. Her mouth was blood red. "I'm fine." The paramedics put her on a stretcher and put her in the ambulance. I watch, dumbfounded, as it drives away. I felt a hand on my shoulder; when I turned, I saw an elderly couple looking at me carefully.
"She'll be fine, son," the man said comfortingly. He patted my shoulder. His wife nodded.
I hope so, I thought.
I got in my car and drove after the ambulance.
RPOV
I don't remember much of what happened. All I knew was that I felt lightheaded and this old couple came out of nowhere and started talking to me. I couldn't understand them, their words were all mixed up in my head.
Then I was on an ambulance, with paramedics poking my arms with needles. I would've reacted (I hate needles with a deep passion) if I hadn't felt so shitty.
Then I ended up in a hospital. Everything blurred from there.
... time skip! 3 hours! ...
When I woke up, I felt groggy. My throat felt like sandpaper, my head felt sloppy, and my mouth felt sticky and tasted bitter. I felt something warm on my hand. When I looked, another hand was on top of it. When I looked up, I saw Dimitri. My arms were covered in IV tubes and my chest had been hooked up to a heart monitor and my stomach had been covered in devices to check for the baby's heartbeat, which sounded like a drum with every beat to me.
"You okay?" Dimitri asked uncertainly. I nodded. He sighed. I couldn't really remember why I was mad at him. "You scared me, Rose."
Rose. Not Roza. My heart dropped. Dimitri must've noticed a change in it cause he squeezed my hand and apologized.
He lowered his voice. "What were you thinking, running off like that?" He looked at me through narrow eyes.
"You got me angry," I said hoarsely. If my brain could focus and allow me to remember...
Dimitri buried his face in his hands. "I'm sorry."
"She's dead," I breathed. "I killed her."
"What?" Dimitri looked at me confusedly.
"I killed Tasha," I said, trying to clear my throat. "I had to. Please don't get mad."
QUICKY A/N: BOOYAH! HERE IS ANOTHER CH.! & LET ME TELL YOU THAT I AM GOING TO ENJOY MAKING THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS! FIRST OFF, THE NEXT CHAPTER IS GOING TO HAVE A TIME SKIP! OUR DEAR, SWEET ROSE IS NOT GOING TO BE 4 MONTHS PREGGERS LIKE IN THIS CH. BUT SIX MONTHS PREGNANT! & THAT'S WHERE YOU GUYS COME IN! I NEED SUGGESTIONS ON THE MYSTERY BABY'S GENDER! SHALL IT BE A BOY OR A GIRL? WHOEVER VOTES THE MOST ON ONE GENDER I WILL PUT DOWN FOR MY STORY! THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIES, Y'ALL, I REALLY APPRECIATE IT. :P
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~SMITHY