A/N: Hey guys. Here's Chapter two. Be warned, it does not have a happy ending... But I felt that it needed this ending. Thanks Kelsie for your help and support! I do not own any of this refer back to chapter one as to who owns what! Enjoy! I've been told that y'all won't like it, but oh well. Feedback is always greatly appreciated!

Dimitri's POV

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire at the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love

Rose was one of the few people to bring out this side of me. Very few people ever saw an emotional Dimitri Belikov. That part of me had been pushed deep inside both my head and my heart. Around her, I felt… well I felt happy.

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire at the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love

That night, the night when I saw her in the black dress Lissa bought for her, was the first night in a long time I had allowed myself to love. Watching her, seeing her dance, I realized how deeply I was falling. Then, the night at the ski lodge, with her wearing the red dress Tasha gave her; it felt like it was happening all over. Without even realizing it, she had pulled me down hard, and was drowning me with the love she showed me. Whether it was helping me pack up the equipment we used, or just giving me her all, love exuded from her. And I'd never get to experience it again. Never.

Rose's POV

This song was too… was too true. It was if what ever higher being there is was trying to tell me something. The song hit home on many levels. Oh, if only he was here. Then everything would be perfect.

I miss the pull of your heart
I taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils
And God, when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

He was my first. My only. The cabin was still too fresh in my mind. Even now, when the wind blew in the wrong direction, or when some human had on the same aftershave, tears would form. Form, but never fall. They couldn't fall. Not yet. He wasn't dead. If he were dead, I'd be able to see his ghost, an angel and a devil, all at once. No, he wasn't dead yet, but he would be soon.

Dimitri's POV

I miss the pull of your heart
I taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils
And God, when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Oh god. It had been so long since the whole screw up with Ivan. Not a day goes by without me thinking about Jessika or Ivan. They were half siblings. Ivan was Moroi, Jessika, a Dhampir. We were his guardians. Then, one day, or night rather, they were attacked. It was my official day off; hence never again did I take a day off. Ivan was killed; all the blood drained from his slender frame. Jessika disappeared, until the night the Academy was attacked. It was she who changed me; who forced me to drink her blood. She was my first kill as a new-born Strigoi. Even now, I knew that when I saw Rose, it wouldn't be her blood that called to me. It would be her spirit, her soul. My other half. She would be the one to take care of me. I just had to hold on.

Rose's POV

Sing sha la la la
Sing sha la la la la

Come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire at the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire at the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me, drown me in love

And with that, the dry sobs broke forth. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe, memories rising over the floodgates I had erected. All of the extra practices with him to get me ready for graduation, something I'd never do. All of the time and effort spent getting me readjusted to the society. His Zen lessons; my wise cracks about his song choices. All the silent groaning about the running. What hit me the hardest however was the hand to hand combat practices. The times when I just had to stare. He moved so gracefully, so lithely. So many times I had tried to knock him down, but never succeeded. Him always sweeping me down and pinning me. And then, in those moments when he used my Russian name, Roza. The love and pride in his voice, and in his eyes, literally drowned me. I looked for a place to pull over, knowing that I'd need it sooner or later.

Dimitri's POV

So wrong, so wrong,
so right

I should have known our relationship was doomed from the start. It was wrong for me, as her mentor, her instructor, to fall in love with her. It was wrong because she was seven years younger than me. It was wrong because we both were going to be Lissa's Guardians. It was just wrong. But when two halves of the same soul comes together, there's not much you can do. Just grab on and hold on, if at all possible.

So come on, get higher
Come on, get higher
'Cause everything works, love
Everything works in your arms

When the song came to an end, I found myself on the side of the highway, having had to pull off because I couldn't see. Even with perfect Strigoi vision, I couldn't see through the tears that were falling. I sat there, thinking until I heard another car pull up behind mine.

Rose's POV

I saw another car, a black SUV, pulled off to the side of the road. I followed it, hoping to be able to get the damn song out of my head before it did any more damage to my carefully constructed barriers and blockades. I stepped out of my small Honda, and approached the SUV, stomach churning. Suddenly, the door flew open, and a figure darted out. The wind gusted, blowing a familiar scent toward me. My body stopped, even though my mind urged me to rush forward. It was his aftershave. It was then I realized my stomach wasn't just from emotion. There were Strigoi.

My stake was in my hand before I knew it, ready if he attacked me. This was my one chance. I had been training every day after leaving the Academy for this day. Because he was damn near impossible for me to take down as equal Dhampirs, it would be even harder with him going all Strigoi. He turned towards me, and took a step closer. I attacked.

Charging forward, I angled my stake just like all the times we had in practice, aiming for his heart.

Dimitri's POV

Rose was fast. I knew it was her the second she stepped out of her car. She seemed kind of out of it. I darted out into the road, knowing she'd figure me out sooner or later. I saw the flash of recognition in her eyes a second before her stake was in her hand. Her face became a calm mask, steeling herself for what I knew she was about to do. With just another second of hesitation, she charged forward. I braced myself waiting for the fatal impact.

Rose's POV

He didn't move. He just stood there, waiting for me to kill him. I tried to stop, but had gone too far. The stake pierced his duster, passing through the leather like butter. I felt the resistance as it met his skin, scraped his rib, into his heart. Looking up into his eyes, I first saw shock. Then the look he always gave me when he was proud of my accomplishments. The look of love.

"Th-thank you… Roza…" he said, voice barely hearable. His eyes, perfect eyes, closed for the last time as the magic began to work, slowly burning through him. I lowered him gently to the ground and sat with his head in my lap, stroking the silky hair pulled back into the famous ponytail. When his final breath escaped, the tears started to fall.

"Yo... You're welcome, Dimitri." I stammered. The tears fell harder, mixing in with the rain, as it too, fell. Thunder in the distance roared, and lightening flashed, reminding me of the approaching storm. One word floated in my mind. Buria.