A/N: Hey everyone! So sorry for the wait. No, I haven't dropped off the face of the earth. I've just been distracted, because I've been reading the House of Night books. I'm on Burned right now, and I must say that it's an AMAZING series. Stark=My newest love :D And, not only have I been busy reading, but I've had homework every night. M. Nadeau (my stupid Oompa Loompa math teacher) gives us a boat load of homework every night, and I had to finish my french speech (I hate Mme. Ingalls Garey too) I hope this chapter makes up for my horrible lack of updates. They're gonna be really sketchy and erratic for a while, at least until Christmas Break (which is the 23rd) I'll try to get some updates on my stories posted before then, but no guarantees, so don't get your hopes up. Again, sorry for such a long wait!

Okay, so who is freaking out waiting for Last Sacrifice? I read the first chapter last night and called Natalee, hyperventilating. I swear to God that all I could say for like 5 minutes was "OH MY GOD!" It was pretty funny.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Vampire Academy. Yes, I wish I did.

I Did It For You

Chapter Three: There's a First Time for Everything

Rose's POV

I woke up in what looked like a nice hotel room. There was a huge TV, a sitting area-which included a chair and a couch-a desk area, and I seemed to be laying on a plush king-sized bed. I noticed that there were no lights turned on, yet I could see every little detail of everything in the room as if the brightest light was shining on it.

I felt strong. Really strong. And fast. I sprung up off of the bed so fast that I'm sure I would've looked like a big blur, yet my vision wasn't blurred in the slightest. Whoa.

I felt invigorated, refreshed. Like I could run four marathons in a row and not break a sweat.

Most of all, I felt hungry. It was an uncomfortable burning sensation in my throat and in the pit of my stomach. Plus, I was feeling disoriented from the dream I'd woken up from. It felt too real, and remembering it stirred feelings in me that I wanted to just forget.

"So you're finally awake." A cold voice said. It was the blond, the one who awakened me. I finally understood why we called it being awakened; it was like finally opening my eyes fully for the first time in my life. It seemed like I should have felt anger or resentment towards the blond, but I didn't. He opened my eyes to this new life.

"Yep." I replied, popping the 'p'. "Where are we?" I asked.

"The Comfort Inn and Suites in Bangor, Maine."

Maine. Huh. "I've never been here before. Why is my stomach burning?"

"You need to feed. You're thirsty." he replied.

"Oh. That explains it." I mumbled. The prospect of feeding made me a little jittery and uncomfortable.

"I know, you're uncomfortable. First time nerves. It will go away after you feed. And after you feed, you'll be much stronger than you are right now."

Makes sense. "Okay. When are we going out?" The burning sensation was becoming more prominent, and it was really starting to bother me.

"It's sunset in a half hour, and then we need to stop and get some clothes for you to wear at the club. You can't really go like that."

I looked down at my clothes, noticing that they were bloodstained from the battle. "Huh. I guess not. Well, what am I supposed to do until then?" I whined. I was really getting uncomfortable.

"Impatient, much?" he growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "God, the new Strigoi are always so goddamn annoying . . ." he mumbled.

"Um, excuse me? I heard that, you know."

"Right. I actually forgot about your heightened hearing."

I rolled my eyes. He was so grating on my nerves.

Then, I realized that I had no name for him. That's all he was, him. I could call him "Mr. Blonde Asshole," but I don't think he'd exactly warm up to it. "Um, Blondie?" His eyes narrowed, and I swear that the red intensified. "I kinda just realized that I don't know your name. So, if you would be so kind as to telling me, it would makes things so much easier."

He stared at me for a moment, then began to laugh. The laugh held no warmth; it was as cold as a Canadian winter. (Haha I love Canada :D It makes me happy to live here, even if it gets freezing at times.) "My name is Nathan." Just as I opened my mouth to tell im my name, he raised a hand to silence me. "Before you say anything, I already know your name, Rose."

"Oh. Well then. That's . . . cool." I said lamely, not knowing what else to say. I groped my mind for something to talk about. "How long have you been awakened?" I asked.

He ran a hand through his long blond hair. "I was nineteen when I was awakened. Well, I still am nineteen, but that was two years ago."

"Oh. Fun." I said as he pulled his hair out of his eyes. My eyes locked with his, and I noticed the pretty color of them for the first time. If you looked past the red rings around his pupils, his eyes were a shocking blue color. They were like the ocean; blue, with a green-ish tint.

Without thinking, I blurted, "Did anyone ever tell you hw pretty your eyes are?"

He looked shocked for a moment, before bursting into loud laughter. "No, not for a while."

"Well, it's true. Just thought you should know that."

Strigoi aren't big on thanks. So, I didn't expect his next words. "Thanks. I guess."

"No problem." My thirst flared up again. "Ugh. Please tell me we're leaving soon. My tummy hurts."

Shaking his head, he murmured, "This is going to be a very long hour . . ."

We arrived at the nightclub a little over an hour and a half later. It was a club called Pulse, and according to Nathan, it was a regular hangout for Moroi and dhampirs. I got that squeamish feeling again as I thought about feeding, but I quickly pushed it aside. I had to feed if I wanted to get stronger. I was only at half my maximum strength right now, which I didn't want. I wanted to be as strong as I could be. With one last look at my hair in the mirror of the midnight black Ferrari and a quick look to make sure my green contact lenses were in place, I stepped out of the car. I walked over beside Nathan and hooked my arm through his, and we walked into the club together.

As soon as we walked in, the ogling started. Okay, I knew I looked hot, but it was crazy to see almost every single guy's eyes on me. I was wearing a strapless scarlet red dress-well, it was more like a long shirt, seeing as it barely covered my ass-and black stillettos. We had stolen it all before we came here. My hair fell in dark waves down my back, and large silver hoops glinted in my ears.

I knew that the guys liked my long, exposed legs, as well as the way my dress hugged my breasts. As I walked, their eyes followed me, and I could hear their breathing quicken.

I un-hooked my arm from Nathan's, and he leaned down to peck my cheek. It wasn't a loving gesture, it was all for show. "I'm going to get a drink, babe." he said.

"Hurry back." I murmured, trailing my fingers across his chest. He walked away, and I lost myself in the crowd filled with sweating, gyrating bodies. Ugh. Mortals disgust me, with all of their nasty sweating. Another reason that I was glad to be awakened.

I began swaying to the beat. I recognised the song as "Check It Out" by will. ft. Nicki Minaj. Guys flocked around me, entranced by my beauty and my body. One bold Moroi walked up and started grinding against me. He was cute, with shaggy brown hair and clear grey eyes. No more than twenty years old.

"Hey sexy." I purred.

Clearly pleased, he spoke. "Hey babe. Aren't you just a pretty little thing,"

Pretty little thing? No one, I repeat, no one calls Rose Hathaway a pretty little thing and gets away with it.

I looked him straight in the eyes. From watching Lissa, I kew exactly how to use compulsion. "If you have any guardians, tell them that you're going to the bathroom, and that they shouldn't follow you. Seem natural when you do it. Meet me out back."

He nodded sluggishly, my compulsion taking a toll on him. He made his way through the crowd, and I disappeared through the back door.

Once outside, I began to tap my foot impatiently. God, Moroi are so fucking slow. I swear, a fucking turtle would be faster than a stupid goddamn Moroi. The feeling in my gut and my throat turned to burning, and it was more than slightly uncomfortable. I paced, my eyes darting to the door every few seconds,

Just when I thought I couldn't wait any longer, the door opened, and the Moroi walked out.

"It's about fucking time. What the hell took so long?" I demanded angrily.

"Bruce was hard to reason with. He kept insisting that he came with me, but don't worry. I made him stay."

"What do you mean, 'made?' " I asked.

"I compelled him. I have really strong compulsion, but not as strong as yours, beautiful."

I almost laughed out loud. The kid was obviously a spirit user, because no one could easily compel a dhampir. We were taught to resist it. Lissa has been looking for other spirit users, and I just stumble across one. One that I'm about to kill, even. "Well, thank you . . ." I didn't know his name.

"Andrew. My name is Andrew."

"Well Andy-I hope you don't mind me calling you Andy-you're going to die tonight."

His face twisted in horror, and he opened his mouth to scream. My eyes locked with his. "Don't you dare scream. Don't even think about it." I said menacingly.

His mouth closed, but the terrified look was still there. I reveled in his terror, enjoying the empowered feeling invoking fear in him gave me.

I walked up to him, inhaling him deeply. My eyes rolled back in my head. "Mmmm, you smell delicious. Any last words, Andy-poo?"

"Why?" he whispered. "What did I do to you?"

"Oh, nothing. You're just a meal. My first, actually. I hope you feel special." I said before sinking my newly acquired fangs into the delicate skin of his neck. He whimpered at the brief flare of pain, but that whimper turned into a moan. His legs gave out, and I reached out to hold him up. I sucked his blood greedily, my senses going into a frenzy. I couldn't get enough of the sweet liquid pouring from him.

When he finally went completely limp, I tossed his body aside and wiped my lips on a kleenex that I grabbed out of my clutch purse. I discarded it beside his body, and pulled my new white Blackberry Bold out. I pressed speed dial number two, and waited for Nathan to pick up.

"What?" he answered sharply.

"Rude, much?" I muttered. "Anyways, are you done?"

"Almost. Go wait in the car."

"Don't order me around!" I growled.

"Touchy, aren't we?" He sounded amused.

"Fuck off."

"Whatever. Go to the car, well, if you want to, that is." His tone was mocking, and it really pissed me off. I swear to God that if he were anywhere near me, I'd beat his face in, maybe kick him in the nuts. I hung up angrily, not bothering to answer him. I ran around the front to the Ferrari and got in, slamming the door. The car shook with the force of the slamming door, but I really didn't care.

Trying to calm myself, I let my thoughts drift. Naturally, they drifted to the big place in the middle of nowhere, the place where I grew up. St. Vladimir's Academy.

I wondered if anyone missed me. I wonder if Dimitri even made it back yet. Who knows, with all the blood he lost. I tried to make myself not care, but I couldn't. It terrified me to think about the possibility that he hadn't made it back, and that he could be lying in the forest, bleeding to death. The feelings of care and concern felt alien in my new body, making me want to puke. I wasn't supposed to be having these feelings! Well, he better have made it back. If he did, I wondered how Lissa and the rest of the gang were taking the news. Probably not well. I snorted, thinking of how upset and torn apart they would be. Or maybe Dimitri's the only one who actually cared. No, I had to believe that Lissa cared. Whatever. I could care less how she felt. All my life, I've lived in her shadow. Taking the blame for things that she'd done, just so that her image wouldn't be tainted. I was expendable, as that bitch Kirova would say. At least there wasn't a bond between Lissa and I anymore. No way in hell would I want to keep dealing with all of that fucking darkness just so that she could stay sane. I was done with that. I will no longer be the shadow of the Dragomir Princess. I'm free now.

My thoughts wandered back to Dimitri. I recalled the sadness in his eyes back at the cave, the utter hopelessness. He didn't know what he was missing! Maybe I could convince him to join me, to let me turn him so that we could be together the way we wanted to. No rules; no restraints. Just me and him, forever.

I was pulled out of my musing by the closing of the car door. I looked over to see Nathan. I noticed his cheeks were slightly flushed; he looked healthy. Our little tiff earlier already forgotten, I spoke to him. "Hello, Nate."

"Hey Rose. Did you enjoy your first kill?" he asked, beginning to drive away.

"Very much. You never told me how amazing Moroi tastes." I replied, licking my lips as I recalled the sweet blood of Andrew.

"It's pretty much indescribable, Rose."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

We drove in silence for about ten minutes, before he spoke. "Once we get to the hotel, gather everything I bought for you. We're leaving."

"Where are we going?" I asked, my interest suddenly piqued.

"Siberia." As soon as the word left his lips, I froze. He didn't seem to notice, and continued talking. "My boss, Galina, lives in an estate in Novosibirsk, which is where we'll be living from now on."

"Okay . . . one question. How are we getting there?"

"By private jet, of course!" He waggled his eyebrows. "Galina sent it for us. Don't worry, no sun will get in. Plus, we have a human pilot."

"Sweet. I love flying!"

He chuckled, and the rest of the drive passed in silence.

We boarded the sleek looking black jet an hour later.

Once we were all settled into our seats, I turned to Nathan. "Nate, do you have a laptop?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I wanna go on facebook. And before you protest, I just wanna play games."

He sighed. "Fine." He reached up into the overhead compartment, and pulled out a white Macbook.

I turned it on and clicked Internet Explorer. I went to facebook and signed in.

I played Crazy Taxi for about five minutes before it began to frustrate me. I went to my profile. My status was: "heading out to battle. hoping no one got eaten." I suddenly got a funny thought. I changed my status to: "is a Strigoi, bitches :[ and loving every minute of it! mmm, moroi are very tasty! especially spirit using moroi!" I posted it, and waited to see if anyone would comment on it.

Almost instantly, I was flooded with notifications. I clicked on them so that I could read them.

Lissa Dragomir: Rose . . . How can you like that? Who are you? I miss the old you, Rose. The one that was my best friend.

Dimitri Belikov: Oh no, please no. Roza, my sweet Roza . . . I promise you I'll free you. Even if it's the last thing I do, I will free you from that life. I know that the old you wouldn't want this.

Adrian Ivashkov: Little dhampir-wait, I guess I can't call you that anymore. I wish you were here, and that the attack never happened. I wish you weren't this . . . this thing you've become.

Christian Ozera: Oh Rose . . . I'm in shock. I still ca't believe it. I thought that you-of all people-would hate what you've become. I guess I'm mistaken.

Eddie Castile: I've failed you. Just like I failed Mason. And for that, I'm so, so sorry.

Mia Rinaldi: WHAAAAAAAT! What the hell, Rose?

Jill Mastrano: No . . . Rose . . .

Ah, I was really beginning to enjoy this. I decided to write a comment to reply to their comments.

Rose Hathaway: Well . . . what can I say?
Lissa - I'm still me. Just new and improved. It quite enjoyable, really.
Dimitri - Ah, Comrade. Don't waste your time. I like my life now. I was stupid and naive back then. I'd love it if you'd join me :) think about it? xoxo
Adrian - No, I guess you can't call me little dhampir anymore. If you'd like, you can call me little Strigoi. And this 'thing' I've become is incredible!
Christian - Sparky, oh Sparky. The funny thing is, I thought I would hate it too. But I don't. Your parents had the right idea, choosing this. Such a shame the guardians killed them.
Eddie - Edster, don't worry. You didn't fail me at all. Don't beat yourself up over it.
Mia - Is it that hard to believe?
Jill - Don't be sad, Jailbait.

I posted it, and waited. Sure enough, I recieved many more notifications.

Lissa Dragomir: No, it isn't. The you that I know would hate this life.

Dimitri Belikov: I will never join you. I don't want that life.

Adrian Ivashkov: I'd rather just call you Rose. Actually, I'd rather pretend you were dead.

Ouch. Slap in the face, much?

Christian Ozera: Don't talk about my parents.

Eddie Castile: Yes I did. And I'll never forget it.

Mia Rinaldi: Yes it is, Rose.

Jill Mastrano: It's kinda hard not to be.

I didn't bother posting another comment. I'll let them wallow in their stupid sadness, I thought.

"Hey Nate, do you have a camera?" I asked.

"Why?"

"I need a new profile picture. Mine's old."

He rolled his eyes, and reached up to grab it.

I snapped a few pictures of myself, then turned to Nathan. "Get in a picture with me!"

"Sure. What could it hurt?" he replied, scooching closer to me to that I could get a good picture. I smiled widely, making sure my fangs were visible. I really wanted to drive the message home.

After taking a few more pictures, I uploaded them to the laptop, then proceeded to upload them to facebook. I chose one of me and Nathan for my profile picture. In the picture, I was grinning like a fool, and Nathan was kissing my cheek.

I'll admit it: My eyes are freaky. And the deathly pale skin? I could do without. But, whatever. I still looked hot. Really, imagining yourself as a Strigoi and seeing it are two very different things. I don't know how a camera is able to capture a picture of us, since we can't even see our reflections, but it worked.

Soon, I had a notification, notifying me that Dimitri commented on my profile picture. I clicked it.

Dimitri Belikov: What the hell, Rose? How can you be so close to that monster? He's the reason you're a Strigoi. He's the reason that you're not here with me, safely wrapped in my arms. Yet, you seem to have no aversion to him. Explain it to me Rose, because I really don't understand.

I commented, replying to his comment.

Rose Hathaway: Dimitri, you really don't understand. You are so naive; you have no idea how great this really is! It's like nothing else! The speed, the strength . . . It's the best. Nathan has opened my eyes to a great life, and I don't resent him. If you have a problem with that, stop being a whiny bitch and deal with it.

"You are so bad." Nathan said, grinning. His fangs gleamed in the light of the plane.

"I know!" I replied, smiling mischeviously.

"I like it." he growled, right before crushing his lips to mine.

Ha, how is Rose gonna take that? Will she push him away? Will she kiss him back? Will she beat the crap out of him? Tell me what you think will happen.

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