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-Rose Melissa I.

Disclaimer: I don't anything from Vampire Academy, just the characters I have created and the plot.

"When will you get it, Tatiana! I will not marry someone just because you say so!"

"Adrian, son! You have to listen! You are the only one who can bring back the Ivashkov reputation!" Even though we were a couple of hundred miles away, I knew my aunt was on the verge of getting pissed off.

"I am not the only the Ivashkov son. Why do you always put the pressure on me, Tatiana?"

She was beyond reasoning, though. "You brother, Ervin, screwed himself already with that cheap dhampir blood whore! You can't follow up in his shoes! Marry Serena Dashkov! She is nice, decent, and rich! What more do you want?"

"I don't want to marry that slut!"

"Adrian, don't you see! The Ivashkov reputation is ruined! Ruined, do you hear me? This is for the good of the Ivashkov family." Then she paused. "What are people going to say about me, if you do not help me restore that reputation?" She made a horrified noise. "Oh, the rumors! I could already hear them!"

I gave a deceitful laugh. "You aren't doing this for the sake of the Ivashkov name; you are doing this because you don't want to be brought down." I gave a similar laugh to the one I had given earlier. "You don't care about anyone but you." I gave a smile, though I knew she would not see. "You are just like me. The world could be dying, but as long as you are breathing, everything is great with you."

"Yeah, and Serena is prepared to change you. To love you." She started yelling again. "I already told her that you would agree to marry her! Be a man and step up to this deal!"

Simply and cleanly, I said, "No." I took a sip of my liquor.

"What am I going to do with her?! She already thinks you are going to marry her!"

That was all I could take. I snapped at her. "Look, I don't give a damn about that slut! You could shove her up your ass for all I care!" I took a deep breath. "Go fuck yourself, Tatiana, I don't care what happens to you, either." I hung up the phone and threw it against the wall. I heard it crack and shatter. Oh, well. I'd have to buy a new one later.

I downed the glass of vodka I was drinking and looked over to the table where my cigarettes were set. It had been at least two hours since I had a cig. I walked over to them and started out the door.

It was a peaceful night, if I do say so myself. Everything was peaceful except my fucking life. I could not go anywhere without people talking shit. If they saw me with a girl they thought I only wanted to fuck her and leave her. People thought I only lived for sex and the good life. But that wasn't true at all. Ever since my brother got married with someone who wasn't even in our class, a dhampir, I was looking for love. But all girls wanted me because I had money, I was sexy, and I had a good name. Never for the reasons I wanted them: love.

Problems…just problems.

I pulled out a cig and leaned on the wall. Who knew that the person that I sensed some time later behind me, would change my life. I turned my head half ways toward the person behind me. "Hi, there." I said in my normal voice. I didn't want to use my most charming voice. What if it was a guy behind me and I he thought I was trying to seduce him?

When the person didn't say anything, I turned around. Had I imagined someone behind me? Maybe it was that Spirit girl that I was training with. What was her name? Anastasia? No. Her name was Lissa. But the girl standing in back of me was not Lissa…it was Rose. Her name was Rose, according to Jade.

Well, God, I think you finally made Adrian Ivashkov realize what true beauty is.

She had to be unreal…or at least if she was real, she had to be a goddess. I had to be the god, Ares, that was attracted to that one goddess. What's her name? Aphrodite? Yes, we were Aphrodite and Ares.

She was a pure pretty—no; she was a beauty. I looked at her and I looked at her good. She had to be the most beautiful person in this world. She had the nicest body I had ever seen on a walking female. But that was irrelevant to the beauty that belonged to her gorgeous brown eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. Had I been blind when I said that my type of eyes was blue eyes, eyes that I loved to see on a woman? Looking at my gorgeous goddess, I knew I had been blind because this girl, this Rose, was absolutely, wonderfully…beautiful. She had everything I could ever need.

I had always been living in the dark, but now, it was like she brought out the sun because she shooed the clouds away. Her light was like a love that floated around me, hitting me in the heart for the first time. Who knew that Adrian Ivashkov had a heart? Or maybe cupid had finally decided to shoot me with his arrow. If he had, he had shot me dead in the heart. And I think the arrow would stay there until I died, or maybe even longer. It would linger in my spirit. I felt like I had been drowning in a pool of hate and when I came up for air, I breathed in the breath of love.

Love only comes once—pure, absolute, real love only came once, and this was my once. It takes every breath you had ever breathed. And I knew it would love scars, lots of them. A scar of love. This love spoke to your soul, opened and stung your heart, and sang to your heart.

I pulled out another cigarette in order to distract myself from her heart-stopping beauty. It was either smoking another cig or falling down and throwing her on top of me and start kissing her and tell her that I loved her with all my heart and that she was the first woman that ever truly touched my heart.

Shit, behave, Ivashkov! What happened to your womanly charms? Where did they go? Plus, who knew I had feelings?

She took a huge, shaky breath as if she too had been shot by cupid. "Hi," she said in the shakiest voice ever. I had never, ever in my life seen a girl shy around me.

I'm going to marry you Someday…you are so beautiful…why didn't I meet you before? My mind kept saying those witty comments. As much as I tried to ignore them, they kept coming.

I tried being normal. But this girl had moved me so far; I did not know if I would ever be the same crazy Adrian I. from before. Like the gentleman my father raised me to be, I extended a hand towards her. "I am Adrian Ivashkov," I told her producing the smile that I knew melted all girls and hearts, even the hardest ones. She put her hand in mine, expecting a shake. I wanted a lot more than to just shake her hand. I brought it up to my lips, all the while looking into those soulful brown eyes, and kissed it.

"And I am Rose Hathaway." Oh, hell. Her mother was that hell hound, my father's guardian. Oh, shit. She was Janine Hathaway's daughter. Crap, I was so dead if she found out that I had fallen for her daughter. Breathe, Ivashkov; it's going to be alright. I tried chuckling, but I hoped she didn't hear the fear in my laugh. "I know. Jade has told me a lot about you." And Jade had been bugging me nonstop about this girl.

Recognition flashed in her eyes. I wondered about that. "Jade…" she whispered.

Then I saw her beautiful aw-struck expression change to one of sadness. I could see her hold back tears. It broke my heart. I put on my most gently expression. But I wanted to grab her tight in my arms and take her someplace where it only would be her and me. She would probably think I was crazy if I did that; so I settled with asking, "You don't seem well. What's wrong?"

She looked away for a second. "Just lots of drama." Rose answered.

I understood all too well what this poor, my poor Rose, was feeling. "Oh. I understand. It happens to me all the time."

I leaned down towards her. For a second, all I wanted was to kiss her, to kiss those soft lips that I am sure people would kill to kiss. She probably did think that I was going to kiss her; my Moroi senses let me hear her heart speed up in pace and her breath quickened. Her eyes closed for a second. Did she want this kiss as much as I wanted? I was astounded. I had barealy met this girl and I already I was head over heels for her. I had been a blind man and now I was looking at the beauty of the sun for the first time.

Ivashkov, what the hell?!

I pulled so fast away from her, leaning as far as possible. She probably thought I was a psycho. Rose, my love, yes I am a psycho, a psycho for you! Maybe something was really out in the air, like Jade had once said. Everyone has a true love; you will feel it in the air, you will feel in it your heart, and you will feel it burn you in the air. AHH! I Love you! You are my love…don't ever let me go! Love at first sight! I wanted to scream at her.

She was shaking herself and soon started to walk away. I caught her hand before she could take another step.

And that's when I felt it.

Well, Something happened. Had I seen this girl before? Did I know her in another life of mine? Did I meet her in one of those parties I always like to hang at? My soul was telling me that I had met her, but my mind knew that I had never seen her in my entire life.

Her touch did more something to me. Just the brush of her fingers caused random vibrations in my body. I had never felt this before in my life. I looked at my betraying hand and then I glared at her, instantly getting mad. Who the hell did this girl think she was to come and make me feel all these weird feelings? "What the hell…who are you?!" God, I was so pissed.

And she was equally as pissed as I was. "No, you tell me, who the hell are you?" She seemed like she rather be swimming in acid than here. "Whatever, I am out of here!"

Oh, so hell no. I was not going to let this person, if she deserved to be called person, to leave without explaining what she had done to me. Was she a secret witch I had not known about? I blocked her way before she could anywhere else I caught her hand; the same feelings started again. Did I get struck by lightning without realizing it? Zap! I felt all over my body. Static in the air. I was surprised my head didn't explode.

Is it possible that I eyes could be used as something to hold onto while you were falling? Well, it seemed like it was possible because I was falling and I was holding onto her beautiful brown gaze. Lord love a camel; I had been so in love with this girl and now I hated her.

Following are zapping scene was silence. During our silent pause, we just stared at each other.

Finally she broke the silence. "Hell! Who are you?!" She asked, brusquely.

"Shit! Who are you?!" I said, using the same tone she was using.

Again…another glared followed. Shittiest hell, can you explain what was happening here? I had never in my life spoken to a pretty, young beauty like this, but now, all reasons of manners didn't matter anymore.

I took a deep breath. Shaking myself, I spoke."Look, what did you do to me? I have never felt like this before." I tried doing my bad boy smile but I knew it probably looked like a messed up grimace. Again I tried being normal. "But, it's okay. I have always liked a girl with spirit." He said, reaching for my cheek.

Holy hell, why didn't you warn me not to do that again, touch her cheek? Keep your hands of her, Ivashkov or else you will feel a Fzzz!

I shot a death glare at my hand again.

"You better go away now," she warned between clenched teeth. She did something abosoelty not amazing; she slapped my check. "Are you dumb or something?!…GO!"

No one lifted a hand to Adrian I. No one. And she had braved it and went on ahead and slapped me. I did as she ordered, glaring at her while I left. I hated her now. She glared back with eyes that were soulless now. Jade was wrong; she said I would fall in love with this girl at first sight. She was wrong again. She had tried to find true love again for me, and again had failed. Now, I ended up hating this girl.

I started walking to my room. But then I saw Jade's room alit. She was still awake. I needed to talk to her.

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"And how do you feel about that?" Jade asked once again. I was lying down on the couch of her guest room and she was sitting close by on a white puffy chair. It was seriously ironic. I felt like I was a psycho man in desperate need of a therapist. Jade was the therapist; I was the damn patient in need of some damn help!

This was ridiculous. "Jade! This girl does not love me; she hates me!"

Jade snapped at me. "How do you know? Can you read minds?"

"No." I said, helplessly.

"See! Until you see into her mind, you will never know how she feels! Quit being a girl, Adrian! Start thinking like a man!"

I stood up and walked to the door. "Thanks, Jade. Thanks for all your help." I said sarcastically.

"No problem." She said as sarcastic as I had.

I stalked off to my room which was right next door. God. Why had you given me love and taken it away a few minutes later?

I walked into my room, removing clothes as I walked. I threw all my clothes on the ground and jumped into bed, wishing Rose was here, on the same bed as I was, my arms tightly around her. Like always, as soon as my back hit the mattress, I dozed off.

But only to dream about my beautiful darling love, Rose Hathaway.

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