Early update! How unusual! I know, I'm shocked too. Ah, no, it was because I just got too immersed in this chapter and my fingers went crazy on the keyboard, so... = early update.

Anyways. On with the story.

Vampire Academy belongs to Richelle Mead. Lucky her.

Remember: Italic is mind contacting or emphasis on something or past situations.

Ch.5 RPOV

He left my room grumbling to himself all the way, and I had to suppress the urge to laugh many times. How could he not know that fact? Instead of making me angry at him, it made me feel obligated to teach him more.

He was cute grumbling, but I knew I couldn't grow attached too much... yet, until my father and his mother finalised the engagement agreement.

I laughed lightly. It could happen tomorrow, I suppose.

When he was in my mind, I'd been pleasantly surprised to find out he could get into my mind. Yes, Lissa had told me that he could, but I was curious. I'd deliberately left my guards halfway down, making sure I'd be able to slam them up instantly should someone attack.

But I never thought he'd dig that deep into my memories. At least he pulled back before he could find out my elements. Father would never forgive me if he did.

I decided to sleep. It always helped to silence my mind.

DPOV

I swear, that girl will be the death of me. First she locks me inside my mind, lets me out and doesn't get mad. Then she says something full of mystery and makes me leave without telling me what it means.

I felt like Edward in Midnight Sun, trying to figure what Bella was thinking, trying to anticipate her next moves. In this case, it was quite the same. I couldn't see what she was thinking, and I didn't know what she would do next.

I felt like the sun trying to chase the moon. Only catching a glimpse of her every day. Only able to see her for a few minutes, then she was gone. Yes, it was her first day here, but I couldn't help the animal instinct inside me that urged me to go to her, to claim her and make her mine.

I laid down on my bed, which felt strangely... Empty. Even when I closed my eyes and pretended she was next to me, my body craved the warmth that had made its way into my body when she was with me.

It was weird.

I fell asleep in a matter of a few minutes, even though it felt quite cold in my room. The fire was roaring, and summer was approaching, then why?

To say I didn't have a peaceful sleep was an understatement. I was sure I tossed and turned the whole time I spent asleep.

In my dream, Rose was servicing my father, sucking on him as he clenched his hand in her hair. He smiled at me, saying, "See, boy? Even the girl you protect falls to her knees for me, while she rejects you."

I wanted to hit him, but then the scene dissolved into darkness - and I found myself hitting Vika instead.

"Dimka!" She cried out. "I can't believe you would do this!" She cowered away from me, her eyes showing how frightened she was.

"Vika, Vika -" she disappeared, and I heard my father's voice.

"Like father, like son."

"Shut up!" I screamed at the darkness. "I'm not your son, I'm my mother's son!"

I woke up, sweating bullets. The sheets were wet from my sweat. I caught sight of myself in the floor-length mirror, and groaned. I was an absolute mess. I drew the covers over myself again. It was almost 11 in the night, and I might as well get as much sleep as I could.

This time my dreams were better, it featured a girl and boy walking in a park. Suddenly I was jealous of that boy. How I wished it was me and Roza, living a normal life.

My alarm for 5 AM woke me up, and I rubbed my hand against my eyes. I then noticed a small detail about my skin. My skin was pale, not my suntanned gold.

I turned towards the floor-length mirror. And let out a small scream and a stream of bad language.

I didn't look like myself at all. My shoulder-length brown hair had changed to wavy blond, and my eyes were blue. I looked exactly like the boy in my dream. What the hell?

I decided to go downstairs for a run.

It wasn't the best idea, but I had none at the moment.

I should have known that someone would have been down there.

My mother and Ibrahim Mazur were discussing something over a very early breakfast. They both bolted up form their chairs as they saw me tearing through the dining room.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" My mother asked.

"Mama, it's me, Dimitri. I don't know what happened but I woke up and found myself in another body." I told her.

She looked like she might die of shock. "Mama! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but, do you know how and why?"

"I think I might know how the answer to the how, Lena," Ibrahim Mazur said. "What are your elements, Dimitri?"

"Spirit... And darkness." I told him hesitantly.

"Damnit," he growled. "Someone get my daughter down here."

The servants started to move towards the doors, but they were interrupted by said doors opening to reveal a sleepy, bed-haired teenage girl.

"I thought I heard someone taking," Vika yawned from the doorway. She caught sight of me. "Who are you?" She asked, raising her hand, making a fist.

"Ask questions later," my mother shooed her out the door. "Wake up Roza. We'll be in the library."

"Roza... As in Rose Hathaway? What do you need her for?"

"Like Lena said, ask questions later." Ibrahim Mazur looked at her sternly.

She nodded and scampered off.

And that was how I found myself sitting in one of the velvet couches in the library.

Sonya, Paul and Karo had wandered in sometime. They'd raised their eyebrows at me and cast questioning looks at Mama, but she'd shaken her head at them, and they'd accepted me, more or less.

"Why do you have to wake me up at this ungodly hour?" I heard Rose's sleepy voice sound outside.

"Your father wanted you." Vika sounded wounded. Maybe upset she was left out of the loop.

They entered, and I was quite surprised to see Vasilisa and Christian, as well Eddie following Rose and Vika.

The room was silent for a moment. My mother was staring at Roza with hope. Roza had her eyes on me, and she was frowning. Vasilisa had cocked her head to a side as she studied me intently.

"Why am I here, up at this hour, and what am I supposed to be doing other than sleep?" Roza said, sounding annoyed.

"He," Ibrahim Mazur gestured towards me, "is the person you're supposed to be helping."

"Who is he?" She snapped. Seems like waking up early makes her cranky.

"We want to know that too," Karo's soft voice sounded from behind.

"I've never seen him before," Christian interjected.

"He's Dimitri," my mother explained.

"I woke up from a dream and saw myself like this." I said.

"What were you dreaming about?" Roza asked, kneeling in front of me.

"I was dreaming about a girl and boy walking in a park," I said carefully. She nodded, encouraging me to keep talking. "And I wished I could be the boy so that I could have a free life."

"Did the boy look like how you're currently looking like in your dream?" She asked.

I nodded.

"I think I know your problem." She stood back up. "It's this problem."

She concentrated, and white light surrounded her. When the light left, I saw a black-haired, Asian girl who looked exactly like a model.

Long eyelashes, light brown eyes, high cheekbones. Rose-coloured full lips.

The white light came back again. Now the girl standing in front of me was Rose Hathaway again.

"How do you do that? And what does that have to do with my problem?"

"Are you a dark user?" She asked, her eyes boring into mine.

"Yes." I swallowed. "For my second."

She smirked. "Then that's why you've been shape-shifting."

"And you shape-shift because you're a dark user."

She smiled.

"And how do I shift back?" I growled, annoyed. Annoyed at her help which wasn't helping, annoyed with myself for shifting.

"Calm down and imagine yourself back in your normal body."

I concentrated. "Did it work?"

"No -" she looked at Lissa.

"Do it again," the petite blonde ordered.

I concentrated again.

This time Roza wasn't focused on me. Vasilisa was nodding at her.

"You haven't discovered the ability to work your magic yet." Vasilisa said.

"So, I have to help you change back." Roza said, sitting down in front of me.

Vasilisa automatically stepped back a few steps.

"Get back," Eddie warned everyone.

My mother was worried, but she trusted Ibrahim Mazur, I could see.

Roza reaches out and takes my hands in her small ones.

"Trust me when I say it'll be easier and less painful when you learn to access your power." Her eyes are earnest, and sincere.

"I trust you, Roza," I told her.

She smiled, then her eyes close.

White light like the one she had when she was shifting surrounded us.

I saw the furrow of her eyebrow as she tried to undo the spell. Suddenly I felt her mind against mine, requesting access. I had no doubt she could've forced her way past my shields, but the knowledge that she was so considerate as to ask me for this made me more grateful towards her.

I granted her a way into my mind. Little did I know when she wanted access, she wanted access to the deepest parts of me. I was totally laid out for her, an open book for her to read.

Everything I'd experienced, everything I knew, everyone I'd met, everything I'd thought, she now knew. She knew me, the person I was, and all my secrets. My only hope was that she would keep them to the grave.

Don't worry, she told me. Your secrets are safe with me.

She reached deeper into me, and I could see the white light growing, wrapping around. And with a hard tug on my body, she changed me back.

It hurt. That was only thought I could get out as my body contorted, changing back to my original one. It hurt like my body was thrown into a put of glass shards, bathed in white-hot lava, run over by a seven-thousand pound truck, and got sliced open by an ice-cold blade at the same time.

It hurt so much that I screamed out loud.

Then the white light faded, and my sisters cried out.

"Dimka!" They leaped to hug me, avoiding Roza.

Roza, who was currently unconscious.

She lay on the floor, her dark brown hair spread around her head on the floor. Her skin was pale. I could tell it was unusual, especially when her natural skin tone was a tan.

Roza... My hand reached out of its involuntary will, reached towards the beautiful girl lying on the floor.

Eddie stiffened from the side, my sisters parted for me to reach her. Vasilisa eyed me, Ibrahim Mazur looked troubled. And yet, none of them stopped me.

The moment I was next to her, she stirred. She smiled up at me. Then she seemed to notice everyone else. "What are you looking at, people?" She smirked. "Go back to sleep or sleep."

Jesus Christ. Did she just say that? Sleep or sleep? Like sleep and having sex?

My face must have shown what I was thinking because Eddie clapped his hand onto my back. "Get used to it, bro. That's Rose Hathaway."

Thanks for reading. I originally wanted to add the after conversation between Rose and Dimitri with this chapter, but it went too long and so I cut it into half.

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