Hi! Chapter 2 is here!

I just want to say a quick thanks to everyone who has reviewed, followed and put my story in their favourites. This is my first fanfic, so I didn't think it would be followed or a favourite, especially after just one chapter! It means a lot to me, so thanks : ) I hope you enjoy this next chapter. We get to see just how crazy a certain Ozera woman is ; )

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Chapter 2:

Christian's POV:

My eyes widen in horror when I see Dimitri's body slam against the concrete wall. The horrific crack of his skull makes me feel nauseous. The remaining Strigoi turns to me. Before he can take a step, I immediately obliterate him my fire magic, turning him into ash.

Running over to Dimitri's slumped body, I check his pulse. He is still alive, thank God. I grab my phone and quickly call for help. The guardians arrive surprisingly quickly. They tell me that they were in the area and were called here for back up. I silently thank the Lord that help was nearby.

Dimitri doesn't wake or move at all while we race to Court. The worry consumes me. Dimitri and I have become quite good friends since he became my guardian. I sincerely hope that he is okay. We arrive at the Court's hospital and the doctors take him away for surgery. There's nothing for me to do, except sit and wait.

3 hours later, Dimitri is out of surgery, but still unconscious. The doctors tell me that the extent of the damage caused will be unknown until he wakes up. I go into the room they put him in and sit in the chair next to his bed. Several hours pass and soon the nurse comes in to tell me visiting hours are over. I refuse to leave, and demand to have a cot sent in here to sleep on. The nurse argues with me, saying it's against their policy. I throw out my trump card of being the Queen's boyfriend, and the nurse complies begrudgingly. I scoff as she leaves, how dare she give me attitude? I know my reputation has been tainted by my Strigoi-turning parent's, but I should have gain more respect since Lissa became Queen. I mean, I would never want to take advantage of my girlfriend's reputation like that. But being so close with the Queen should have its perks.

Once the small bed has arrived and the nurse leaves, I consider ringing Rose. I know I should. I know that she would want to know. But I feel so guilty. The reason we were attacked was because I'm a Royal Moroi. I know I shouldn't feel too guilty, because Dimitri was only doing his job. But as I said before, we have become quite good friends recently; so the guilt eats away at me. I also know that if I ring Rose now, it could be very counterproductive. Rose would demand they come home to Dimitri. But what if he wakes up and is fine before she even gets here? Dimitri would be so annoyed at me for worrying Rose unnecessarily. Or worse, what if he doesn't wake up in time and all Rose can do is wait around, like I am now? Plus, I know Lissa and Rose are in the middle of all their final assessments, so it would be terrible to disrupt their schedule. Although, I'm pretty sure Rose would kill me for not telling her. I think I'll just wait until morning, since it's pretty late now anyway. Coward, my subconscious says. Well, it has been a long day, and I'm in no shape to deal with Rose's wrath. With that thought, I lie down and quickly fall asleep.

The next morning, I wake to find Dimitri still in the same condition as last night. I stand up and stretch my limbs. The cot isn't particularly comfortable, so my back is pretty sore. As I'm stretching, my aunt Tasha enters the room.

"Oh my gosh, it's true! You were attacked!" My aunt, who is practically my mother, rushes to me and throws her arms around me. "Are you okay?" she asks.

"Yes, I'm fine, Aunt Tasha. Not a scratch on me. Dimitri is the one we should be worrying about."

She detaches herself from me and moves to Dimitri's side. Her expression becomes sorrowful.

"Oh my poor Dimka!" she cries. She looks on the verge of tears. I go to comfort her, but she pushes me away. She collects herself before speaking again.

"You should go home, eat and have a shower. I'll take care of him."

My guilt is still apparent and I don't want to leave. I start to protest, but Tasha stops me.

"Go, Christian. You're a mess," she wrinkles her nose, "and you're starting to smell."

I scoff. "Gee, thanks for the compliment, Aunt Tasha," my voice dripping with sarcasm. A smirk appears on her face.

"You know it's true. If you stay here any longer, I might have to be hospitalised." We both laugh half-heartedly.

"Alright, I'll save you from harms way and go have a shower."

We say our goodbyes and I head to my apartment to sort myself out, and to save the population from potential harm.

Tasha's POV:

My poor Dimka! He is so brave, facing danger every day to protect others. He looks so peaceful when he's asleep. It's a nice change from his stern, blank face all guardians seems to have. I stroke his face gently. I have missed him so much lately. I've been busy teaching offensive magic; and I've had a lot on my mind.

About 3 weeks ago, I got super drunk and slept with a Dhampir. Consequently, I became pregnant. I told the Dhampir, but he wants nothing to do with it. He isn't a guardian; just a blood whore who works at Court. He didn't want to be stuck in the demanding life of a guardian. His irresponsible ways makes him want to not have any involvement in raising the child. It's ironic how guardians are so dedicated to their jobs, and some would give any chance to have children; yet the unpromised Dhampirs, who could so easily have children and care for them properly, won't give the idea the time of day. I sigh, why are the men of our society so difficult?

However, I think with a smile, not all men are like that. I look down at the unconscious man before me. Dimka, he is one of the best guardians. He would put his life in front of anyone's, not just Royal Moroi. He has been such a great friend to me over the years. Especially, after the incident with Lucas and Moira occurred. Everyone else shunned me for being so closely associated with Strigoi; but not Dimka. He is a wonderful man, and I wanted – still want - him to be a more permanent part of my life. When I offered him to be my guardian, husband, and bearer of my children, I thought he would have jumped at the chance. Any male guardian would have, I thought. I know that he wants children. I saw the gleam in his eye when I presented him with the idea. However, the look dimmed and he eventually refused my offer. Why, you might ask? Because he's in love with a filthy blood whore, that's why.

Rose Hathaway, ugh. She disgusts me. She is well known for her slutty ways. I don't know what Dimka sees in her. I mean, I guess she is pretty. But what can she offer him? Nothing, that's what. Just her easy body - and why would a respectable man like Dimitri want her for that? I guess he deluded himself into thinking that what they have is real. It isn't. What Dimka and I have – or should have – is more realistic.

I was hoping to get Rose out of the picture; and what better way to do that than to frame her for the murder of our precious Queen? I hated Tatiana and her rules on fighting. She needed to be stopped. So killing her and framing Rose for it was really like hitting two birds with one stone. It backfired badly, however, when the skank was found innocent. How was that possible?! I used her stake! It had her fingers prints all over it! Ugh! It makes me so mad! I take a deep breath to calm down. Don't worry, I tell myself, there will be a way to take her down.

I sigh and focus my attention back on Dimitri. I stroke his hair out of his face.

"It's okay, Dimka," I say. "I'm here."

Dimitri starts to stir and his eye lids flutter. I gasp then hold his hand.

"Dimka?"

He mumbles something unintelligible, and then opens his eyes fully.

"Tasha?" he whispers.

"Yes, Dimka. I'm here."

"What happened?" he looks so confused. My poor baby!

"You were attacked by Strigoi-" the alarmed look on his face makes me falter.

"How? I was in my room. Was the school attacked? Is any else hurt?"

Now it was my turn to be confused. He thinks he is still at St. Vladimir's?

"Dimka, you're not at the school. You're at Court. What do you remember?"

His brow furrows. "I remember going on patrol at St. Vladimir's, and then coming back to my room and falling asleep." My anxiety starts to rise.

"Do you remember any else you did that day?"

"I went over the case file that was given to me on the two run away students."

My jaw drops. He doesn't remember the past year!

"And you haven't found them yet?" I ask, just to be sure.

"No, but we got a lead in Portland. We were going to investigate the next morning."

The wheels start turning in my head. He hasn't met Rose yet. I smile inwardly. This could work to my advantage. I give my Dimka a sympathetic look.

"Sweetie, It's been about a year since the guardians found them. You left St Vladimir's and came to work at Court. Yesterday, you were hit in the head and knocked unconscious when Strigoi attacked you at the mall."

He looked incredulous, then very worried. "I don't remember any of it. Why did I leave and come to Court?"

I give him a gentle smile. "It's okay, I remember everything. You came to Court because of me." I pause for a moment before giving him the big news. "You're my guardian, and I'm pregnant with your child."

Okay, cliff-hanger, I know! I did actually have more planned for this chapter, but I didn't realise that Tasha's internal monologue would take so long. Who knew a psychotic person's internal chatter would go on forever? Hehe. I did have a lot of fun writing it though!

Hopefully I'll get the next chapter up by the end of the week. I'm not sure how many chapters there will be, probably no more than 10, but we'll wait and see!