My finger is healed, my Mocha is tasty and a playlist of Janis Joplan, Etta James and my personal favorite, Ms. Christina Aguilera are taking me to church, Lets introduce our favorite Russian shall we?

Also never fear ROZA M BELICOVA, i've started writing the new chapter for Tattooed Love but I must admit i'm weighing my options on how I want the chapter to go. I want to be original, which has me planning out very carefully, but i'll try to update as soon as possible.

ROSE POV

I walk out of the meeting, planning on heading straight to the field to meet my group, but God or Buddah or Satan, whoever is in charge, thought it would be funny to test my patience.

"Rosemarie, may I talk to you?"

Why can't this woman just leave me alone? She probably enjoys the look on my face she she twists her dagger in my heart. That and killing kittens.

The evil bitch.

"Unless you call me by my earned title, than i'm walking away." I turn to face Janine just in time to see her roll her eyes.

"And what Title what that be?" She mocks. I suspect this is her way of calling me a whore without really saying.

I smirk crudely at her.

"Hello kettle, I'm pot, but I'm not the one that got pregnant at twenty. Goodbye."

"Guardian Hathaway!" Janine calls out.

I smirk again. That's more like it.

"Yes?" I answer, expression pleasant and condescending.

She looks back to me angrily.

"Your reputation is tarnished enough as it is, you shouldn't go around flirting with every man you meet." She hisses and sticks her nose in the air, and continues to glare.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"The way you were flirting with Guardian Taylor in there was disgusting, you should be ashamed."

I take a step toward the witch, fists clenched.

"I wasn't flirting with him, he was flirting with me, but even if I was, you don't have a right to tell me what I can and cannot do!"

"I am your mother I have every right! I have every right to stop you from destroying the iota of respect you hold!" She yells at me, face red.

"You are not my mother!" I growl out lowly, my voice like jaded glass, "You might have given birth to me, but you didn't raise me, you were nothing more than a human incubator for me, and once I fought my way out of your toxic waste land of hatred, you became nothing more to me but an uncomfortable visit once a year and a handful of biter memories."

With that I walk away from her again.

If I'm being completely honest with myself, my initial discomfort to coming here was more than the bad memories of the academy, which i've been able to hold at bay for the time being, but because I knew she would be here and I knew she would treat my as if i'm a disease.

Mother Dearest didn't disappoint.

I round a corner facing the back of the school and towards the woods and light up a cigarette.

God, I know it's bad for me, not as much as it would be a human, but I love smoking. It's just so calming. Not as calming as weed, but nicotine will have to do for now.

My mind travels back to the kush in my luggage.

Later.

I hear someone walking towards me, but I can tell it's not a Stogoi my inner alarm for them, thanks to my bond with Lissa, is quite. Probably a novice trying to sneak away and do the same thing I'm doing.

"That's a bad habit." A deep, Russian accented baritone of a voice calls out beside me.

"Ya, I haven't head that one bef-" My mocking voice falls away as I look up, far up, and see the sexy man from Stans class. Thank god he wasn't a teacher while I was here, I would've never have concentrated.

He is fucking huge. I was in such a hurry to leave Stans class, I didn't get another look at him.

His hair is indeed long, probably shoulder length, and a nice mocha brown color. His eyes are a shade lighter and completely unreadable.

I usually never feel the need to stand my ground anymore, secure in my abilities for the first time in my life, but this guy is so fucking huge a part of me wants to challenge him, show him I'm a fighter and a damn good one.

"You do not need to prove yourself to me." He reads my mind, face inhumanely blank.

"I don't know what you are talking about, run along now, Comrade." I make a shooing motion with my hand and take another drag.

His mask breaks enough for him to raise a single eyebrow at me.

Damn that's cool . . . and sexy.

He doesn't leave. Part of me wants to be left alone, but the other part is intrigued by the guy.

"I take it you heard Guardain Hathaway and I."

He nods once.

I sigh. Well that's just great.

"It's not nice to eavesdrop."

He nods again.

"I apologize, Guardian Hathaway."

Ok this isn't intriguing anymore.

"What do you want, why were you listening to us?" I snap.

"I wasn't going to come up to you, now of all times, but I had to tell you that . . ." He pauses.

"Tell me what?" I sigh. I'm so tired.

"I had to tell you, not that it's my place, but don't listen to her, I know you're hurting from her words but-"

"Her words mean nothing to me!" I growl.

"-But," He continues as if I never spoke, "You are one of the most respected Guardians I can name. Especially to young Dhampir girls."

"Look, that's real nice of you Comrade, but I know my reputation and-"

"Did you know that ever since you have become a Guardian, and the world has become privy towards your exploits, there's been a spike in female dhampirs becoming Guardians, most wanting to come here to learn about you and study where you studied? They want to be just like you."

What?

That doesn't make any sense . . . i'm rude and sarcastic and fucked up, why the hell would anyone want to be like that? Yeah, I'm a great Guardian, Lissa's still alive and so am I, but

still . . .

I look to the ground and kick a rock.

"They hear of you and you bring them hope, hope for more than Life usually gives to Dhampir women. I just wanted you to know that."

I look up a few seconds later and see his retreating figure, his not-so-ridiculous-ridiculous duster flowing behind him.

Who the hell is this guy? He's not a Dhampir woman, what does it matter to him?

Alright . . . I'm intrigued again.

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