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Chapter four
Rose's point of view

It has been three days since I've been in Rio, and I was having the time of my life. No parents were constantly telling me what to do. No work to be done by annoying royal Moroi, that never even say thank you. No old friends were telling me what to do. No ex-boyfriends just being with me because they felt guilty about what they did when they had no control over themselves.

My life was perfect right now, well not exactly perfect, but more fun I would say. I'm now able to sleep in, and not have to be woken up by a freaking alarm clock. I stay up late and go clubbing for some of the night. This is the vacation that I so desperately needed, except that all changed tonight.

Maybe I should have stayed in like my gut was telling me too. The night was like any other. Went to the bar, met some cute guys, drank some wine coolers and danced with some guys. But then I left earlier than usual, to walk down the street and enjoy the fresh air.

Turning my head to the right, I saw a Strigoi leaning against the wall of an abandoned building. He was looking towards the sky, while smoking a cigarette. His hands were in his pockets.

"I know that you're watching me," snarled the Strigoi, not moving an inch. "I can feel your presence dhampir. But you feel different. More powerful."

"Of course, I do," I snapped at him. "It's what I'm good at."

"Now, now," snapped the Strigoi. He turned his head to my direction. The red ring around his eyes was even darker, meaning he just fed recently on some innocent. He smirked showing his fangs. "Awe! The little dhampir whats to play with the big guns. She probably has never seen a Strigoi ever in her lifetime."

"Do you not know who I am?" I questioned.

"No, just a witty bitty dhampir," snarled the Strigoi.

"Well," I said, snapping. "This witty bitty dhampir that you think I am is the great Rose Hathaway."

"Oh, yeah," snapped the Strigoi. He slowly got off of the wall that he was leaning on. He sauntered towards me. His right hand was rubbing his beard. "Well, if you're the famous Rose Hathaway, then let's see how good you're at fighting."

Now he was right in front of me. I smirked at him, before stabbing him in the heart with my silver stake. That was the second Strigoi that I had the pleasure to kill since I started my vacationing here. Oh well, I thought to myself. I moved the Strigoi's body right behind the dumpster, where the sun will hit him correctly. He was heavy to move.

Sighing, I decided to walk back to my hotel room. I just wanted to sit down and relax for the rest of the night. Tonight was hot, with some humidity. I took a deep breath, as the next Strigoi popped out of an alleyway. He was bigger than the last one. His skin was paler than the first Strigoi, the red around his eyes suggested that he recently just ate, and I was the perfect snack for him.

"Well, well, well," said the Strigoi, as he moved closer towards me. "What do we have here? A female dhampir is trying to be a hero. How lovely?"

Great, I thought, another one with an ego. He was advancing on me quicker. This one was going to be a fight, more so than the last one. I could use a challenge.

"Drop dead," I snapped. "Oh, wait, you will be very soon."

"Ah, so a blood whore is trying to do a guardian's job," said the Strigoi. "Interesting."

"What will be interesting is my fist in your face."

The next moment was a blur. I fought the Strigoi, then the next I'm seeing this man lift the Strigoi up in the air by his neck. How is that even possible? Is he another Strigoi? Both of their lips were moving, but there was nothing that I was able to hear.

"What are you?" I asked the man who fought off the Strigoi. He looked like a god with his bronze colored hair.

The guy looked nervous for some reason. He ran his hands through his hair. "Can we go somewhere private to talk?"

"All right," I said. "We can go back to my hotel room."

The walk back to my hotel room was quite. We didn't say anything to each other, which was a good thing as seeing I don't what to say to him.

"Okay," he said, after closing the door to my hotel room. "What are you? What was that guy? He couldn't be a vampire."

I sat down on the end of the chair; he took the one next to mine. I looked into his golden eyes, before saying, "I'm a Dhampir. That guy that you don't think was a vampire is called a Strigoi. They are undead vampires. Moroi is a living vampire that only drink a little bit of blood a day, but they don't kill. If they do kill someone by draining their blood, they become a Strigoi. Another way to become a Strigoi is to have one of them change you. A dhampir is a product of a Moroi sleeping with a human or another dhampir. Dhampirs and Dhampirs can't have children with each another cause of genetics. So what are you?"

The guy thought for a moment. "I'm a vampire, but a different kind. Ours are called the cold one. The ones who feed on humans have all red eyes, and the ones who feed on animals have golden eyes. We can't produce children as seeing were frozen at the age we were bitten. Our skin is like marble. We have strength and speed. The only thing that kills us is tearing us apart and throwing us into fire afterward."

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Edward Cullen," said the guy. "And yours?"

"Rose Hathaway," I said.

Rose's Point of view

"So what's your history?" I asked Edward, who was sitting in the chair across from me. He had a smile on her face that made him handsome than he already was. He seemed different than all of the guys that I ever had the pleasure of meeting. He appeared to be a mystery to me, and I didn't know if that was going to be a good thing or a bad one. "Your history? How old are you stuck at permanently? How many years have you been alive?"

"So you want my life story?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow. "I will only tell my side if you tell me yours afterward."

"Fine," I said. "But you're going first."

"All right," said Edward, with a sigh. "I was born on June 20, 1901, in Chicago, Illinois. I was changed in 1918 when I was near death from Spanish influenza, which my parents already died from previously. I was turned by Carlisle Cullen. He became my father figure since my real father had no time for me when I was human. We like to call ourselves vegetarians since we only drink the blood of animals. There no way to drink the blood in human beings with the venom we have, they would either die or change into a vampire depending on how much venom is in their system. My real last name is Masen. I was turned at the age of seventeen. Some vampires are gifted. I can read minds, but yours is very different. I can read your mind one minute then the next there is a solid wall blocking some of your thoughts. I have an adopted mother, Esme Cullen, who is mated and married to Carlisle Cullen. Two adoptive sisters Alice and Rosalie, and two adoptive brothers Emmett and Jasper."

"Oh," I told him. "I think I know why you can't read my thoughts, and it goes hand in hand with my history."

"Well, I told you most of mine," said Edward, flashing me a smirk. "I can't wait to hear yours."

"Ok, my full name is Rosemarie Hathaway. I hate my first name, so don't call me by my first full name. I'm nineteen years old. My mother is a dhampir, and my father is a Moroi. When I was four years old, my mother dropped me off at a boarding school from Dhampirs and Moroi. I met my first friend there, Vasilisa Dragomir, and became friends when I chucked a book at the teacher and called her a fascist bastard. The years have passed, and I barely saw my mother. The Dragomir's treated me like I was also their child, so during the Summer, I didn't have to stay at the school, since I went everywhere with them. We were in a car accident Lissa's parents, her brother, and I died. At the time, I didn't know that I died since my best friend brought me back from the dead."

"You died?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, "but at the time, I didn't know that I died. Nevertheless, after the death of Lissa's parent and brother changed Lissa. She started cutting her wrist, and I was able to feel her emotions. I thought that I was going crazy since it shouldn't be possible to feel her emotions. Something big happened, and no I won't explain it, that I decided it was a good idea to leave the academy. We spent two years out of the academy, where I let her feed off of me, they're was no feeders around, and we weren't going to use a random human for her."

"Were you found?" he asked, as his elbows were leaning against his knees. "How did they find you?"

"Yes, we were found," I told him. "I made the mistake of staying in the house that we were living in for eight months."

"Anyone could have made that mistake," said Edward.

"I know," I said, groaning. "We were taken back to the Academy by a guardian named Dimitri Belikov. I hated him at first for taking us back at the school when it wasn't safe for Lissa. The headmistress wanted me out of her school, but Dimitri got her to let me stay as long as I had mentoring before and after school. It was hard getting back into that fighting scene again. I did miss it, but, on the other hand, I just wanted to be an average teenager. Sadly, I wasn't a typical teenager, nor I was a normal teenage dhampir. I was able to see ghosts, and communicate with them. I was able to sense Strigoi where they were near me. I was able to see through my friends' eyes and hear her thoughts. I was far from an ordinary dhampir. But it was a price to pay when she brought me back from the dead."

"Did you just die once?" he asked.

"No," I said, giving him a small smile. "I have died twice. The second time I brought myself back to life without the help of a spirit user."

"Whats a spirit user?" he asked.

"Each Moroi has the power to use an element," I said. "Some can use fire, water, earth, and air. Then there is spirit that is extremely rare element to have. Spirit was considered lost throughout the ages. Most spirit users think that they went crazy, but that is part of the spirit that can get out of hand."

"Fascinating," said Edward. "Can you tell me more about your history?"

"Fine," I said. That is how we spent the rest of the night, just talking about ourselves and just having a good old time getting to know each other.

The third person point of view
The Cullen's were all disappointed that Edward has been gone for six weeks. They didn't even know where he was. They knew that he was alive from his phone calls every other day, but they started to get shorter and shorter until they became nonexistent. They stopped asking him where he was since he flipped out on Emmet, which he never did before.

Bella Swan, on the other hand, moved into the Cullen's house as seeing that her father died from an animal attack. That was what everyone else thought, who didn't know about the supernatural world, in reality, it was Victoria who killed him in the middle of the night. He was, so far, the only casualty of Victoria's revenge.

Jake Black, Bella's childhood best friend, turned into a giant russet-colored wolf. Bella also found out about their secret also. Jake was over at the Cullen's house every day to check on Bella to see how she is doing on her recovery from depression. She had some good days, until Edward's calls became nonexistent, which shattered her self-confidence that she barely had to begin with.

Alice was frustrated with her brother. She didn't get that many visions from him. She has seen some, but they usually involve him shopping at some clothing store, but that was it. She couldn't tell where he was at from the stores interior decorations. She wanted to know where he was staying at. She wanted to give him to tell him off, and slap him until he apologizes to the family and Bella.

Alice stopped her mental ranting, as soon as she felt the signs of an oncoming vision. She saw Victoria, with an evil smile on her face, standing right on top of Bella's battered, lifeless body. Her vindictive red eyes roamed the bloody battlefield, where there was a bunch of newborn vampires fighting with the Cullen's and the wolf pack. Edward was nowhere to be seen.

Alice snapped out of her vision, buried the dead deer, that she just finished drinking and ran back to her house. When she stepped into the living room, everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked at Alice with wide eyes.

"Did something happen to Edward?" asked Bella, as she looked at her best friend. Her brown eyes went wide as she thought something happens to the love of her life.

"No," said Alice, as she moved over to her husband. She sat down right beside him. She needed the comfort that only her husband could bring her. "It has nothing to do with Edward. But we do have a problem on our hands."

"What is the problem then?" asked Emmett.

"Victoria is creating a newborn army," said Alice.

"That is a problem," said Jasper.

"Do you think we should get a hold of Edward?" asked Rosalie.

"Yes," said Alice, as she got out her phone. She dialed Edward's cell phone number several times. It went straight to his voice mail. "I can't get through to him. Can anyone else try?"

With Rose and Edward Still third person point of view

Edward and Rose were cuddled on the love seat, watching a romance movie together. For the last six weeks, Edward and Rose were constantly hanging out with each other. They brought out something in each other that they didn't know existed. By the third week, they hooked up and became a couple. They both wanted to go slow with their relationship.

Unlike with Bella, Edward, didn't have a problem with Roses' blood. Her blood didn't even appeal to him. Her blood didn't even smell like humans, which didn't even affect his blood lust.

Rose soon moved into Edward's hotel room. Since Rose barely slept in her room after the fourth week. She also didn't want to waste any of her hard earned money.

Rose couldn't believe that she found a guy that wanted to go out with her and not for her body. She knew that he didn't want her for her body. Finally, she was happy with her life. She almost forgot that her friends and family went behind her back.

"Edward," said Rose, as she looked at him with her brown eyes. "Your cell phone has been ringing for a while. I think you should answer your phone. It might be someone important."

Edward sighed in annoyance. He knew that It was his family probably calling him, wanting him to go home for Bella's sake. His feelings for Bella were only for her blood. He knew that his feelings for Rose are real and not from her blood, which doesn't smell appetizing to him.

Edward reached for his phone. On the caller id flash his father's name. Him and his siblings, all have their phones like that, just in case they get stolen or lost.

"Hello," said Edward, into his cell phone. He was hoping that this call was not going to be someone nagging him. "Edward speaking."

"Edward," Esme breathed into the phone. "We need you to come back home. I wouldn't be asking you if it weren't important, honey."

"What is going on?" Edward asked, as he got off of the couch and went towards the hotel window.

"Victoria's created a newborn army," said Esme, "she already killed Bella's father. She plans on attacking the wolf pack and us. We need all of the support we can get. So will you come back home to help us?"

Edward looked at Rose, wondering if she would want to go with him. He wanted her to travel with him anywhere. "I will be there soon. I promise."

"Thank you, Edward," said Esme.