A/N: Okay this is my first Vampire Academy story. I really hope you enjoy it. It's three chapters long and I will post one a day or as demanded. I don't own anything; I am just playing with Richelle Mead's characters.
It's been five long years since I last spoke her. Her thick, long brown hair and deep brown eyes haunting me every day. I am Dimitri Belikova, Belikov here in America. Five years ago, Rose's bestfriend Lissa had a boyfriend, Christian, whose Aunt Tasha came to St. Vladimir Academy to visit her nephew. I have been her guardian ever since. She's a moroi and I am a dhampir. I left because I was afraid to stay around Rose, my sweet precious Roza. We had a connection unlike any other I have ever felt. I was her mentor and while not too far from her eighteenth birthday, it was immoral, my feelings for her. Yes, we kissed a few times, but I knew it was wrong, but yet so right at the same time. I panicked. I accepted Tasha's offer and we went away.
While I was away with her, things were easy, very laid back; though I could not return her romantic feelings; Roza was always on my mind. Though I could not return her feelings we still engaged in sexual intercourse, mainly for the survival of my own race, the dhampirs. Dhampirs could only reproduce with moroi and our numbers were slowly dwindling. Other than that we never married. After two years of trying for a kid, we gave up, however once in a while we would have sex and things just slipped into a normal routine of T.V. and book reading and traveling. Now, she is set to marry a moroi in one month.
I can't help but panic now. Of course Rose is going to be at the wedding. She is Lissa's guardian and she married Christian not too soon after graduation, much to the Queen's dislike. That was one of the two times I have seen her, but never spoken. The first being graduation. I never trusted myself to talk to her. Afraid of what I might say; what she might say. I know at the wedding Adrian was there. He and Rose seemed, comfortable with each other. I could not bare the sight of him kissing her, touching her. I wish they could have been my hands that had found her neck, pulling her closer, my lips pressed against hers in a tender kiss. My eyes looking into hers. No doubt by now she was probably married to him by now.