Hey, Again, I have to thank Ashley Ayoub for giving me this suggestion. Don't worry; I was actually waiting to see if someone would give me a suggestion. I didn't know what to do next but, thanks to you, I now do! Well, I hope you all will like this chapter!

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~Katlover101

Rose's POV

I was scribbling down my notes for today in my journal when all of the sudden, a knock is hear on my door. I quickly close my journal, hide it under my pillow, and skip to the door. I open the door with a big grin but that diminishes once I see who's there.

"Hello, Rose…" he says with a deep Russian accent. The man that was spotted a couple days ago was standing at my door. I gulp and creep backwards, getting as far away as possible, but he follows me into the room. I keep my eyes on him at all times and stop walking when I get to the center of my living room.

"Oh, Rose…Do you know hoe long I've waited for this moment...?" he asks. I shake my head very slowly, still watching him.

The difference from how tense I am and how relaxed he was was alarming how different. I was so edgy; my muscles were starting to get sore. He was so stress-free that one push could bring him to the floor.

"Why don't you come with me?" he asks, accent chilling me to the bone. His hand gestured me to the door.

"No…" I say. I was surprised at how I haven't left his eyes. He smiles and looks up to the ceiling.

"I've forgotten how stubborn you can be." He says with a light chuckle in his voice. "But I don't want to have to take you by force…"

"What makes you think I won't kill you first?" I ask. For the first time, my eyes dart to stake on the wall. He grins.

"I have a feeling, and when I have a feeling, it usually comes true…" he says, picking up an apple from my fruit bowl on the table he was now sitting on.

"That's just luck…" I spit out.

"Yes, luck is surely on my side…" he smiles. I roll my eyes and quickly bring them back to him, making sure he didn't pounce.

"Just come with me Rose…" he begs. I shake my head again. "Oh well…"

He toke the apple and chucked it at me. I hit me in the neck but I kept my ground. He lunged for my hands, but I dodged him and he crashed into the couch. I took a chair and slammed it into his back when he was getting up. The chair broke but he didn't seem fazed. I threw out a round kick but he caught it midair, making me loose balance and crash to the ground. I ignored the pain and rolled out of the way when he tried to slam the fruit bowl on my head. I got up and studied his movements. From what I could tell he was going to pounce. As I suspected, he did. I caught his wrists and we struggled for a bit. I must admit he was strong, but I was just as strong. The only thing that I didn't expect was his knee contacting my abdomen. I let go at the pain and his arms wrapped around me, picking me up. I was over his shoulder in a second. I shifted all my weight behind him so he fell backward. I squeezed out of his hands and landed on the couch while he hit the floor. I grabbed the stake although he wasn't strigoi and lunged at him. He rolled away and I jerked my head toward where his current location was. This time when he lunged, he grabbed my wrist since I had a weapon. We struggled and I managed to cut his arm a bit with the tip of my stake. He ignored the pain but showed all of his teeth. He was Moroi, something I hadn't expected. When I wasn't paying attention and marveling over him being a Moroi, he jerked my hands to the right and knocked the stake from my hands. He was on top of me and pulled my hands behind me. I was aware of his weight shifting and at first I thought he was going to like rape me, but it was only him picking up a wooden board and hitting me in the back on my head, causing me to black out.

...

I jumped awake as I recalled what had just happened. I felt the back of my head and there was a warm sticky substance. Great, I've probably lost like a gallon of blood. I got up and walked around. It was night. How long had I been asleep? I got into the bathroom and I looked at the blood stained counters and towels. I glanced back at the bed and there was a towel on the pillow.

"Good to see you awake…" I jumped around. He was leaning in the dark corner of the room.

"Where am I?" I ask, growling a bit.

"You…You are safe…" he smiled a bit, making him seem very charming.

"How am I safe?" I ask, throwing my hands up. He sighs.

"Rose, you have to realize what's best for you…" he says.

"What's best for me is being at the court and being with Dimitri! He's my fiancé! What am I supposed to do now, dumbass?" I yell. His expression changed from charming to confused.

"He proposed?" he asked.

"What do you mean 'He proposed?' Have you been watching us?" I yell. He sighs and quietly nods.

"I had instructions to, by a man…" he says.

"So this isn't your doing? Do you even know the man's name?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"No, but I need to call him. Excuse me for a moment," he pulls out the cell.

He begins to talk to a man in Russian. I catch words like target acquired and other things but another thing I caught is Ivan. I didn't know who the hell he was, but he sure wanted to talk to me, and that man is such a liar. Ivan certainly does sound like a name. Damn you...

Hi! So, do you like how I have Dimitri's best friend alive? I WAS going to have Rose's dad but I forgot in the first couple chapters, she has Christmas with him! So, had to get rid of that.

Again please review!

~katlvoer101