5 years. 5 fucking years since I'd seen Dimitri. My Dimitri. I missed everything about him of corse. But I can't see how he fell in love with Tasha. I mean, yes, she is beautiful in her own way. She's talented. But. It's just not fair! He fell in love with me first! So now, here I am. Being Lissa's guardian with Eddy. Its fine, I love Eddy. But, I'd rather be with Dimitri. He is my only love and why I can never fall in love again. He is my soul. My being.

But now, five years later, I am a guardian/ teacher. I am more recognizable then my mother, which is saying a lot. I've killed more than 45 strigoi and my neck is covered in tattoos. Since losing my precious Dimitri, I have taken out all my rage and hurt on them. Lissa had realised a long time ago that she was killing me slowly by using spirit. She loves it, but she's willing to give it up to be able to have me with her, always.

This is my 3rd year of teaching novices. Also Lissa's 3rd year of being a mother. She and Christian have had one adorable little scamp, Demyan.

I walked down the hall of Vladimir's Academy with a purpose, getting stares from the other male teachers- not to say the students- by my beauty. I still knew I was beautiful and that I could get any guy I wanted, but none of these guys was the one for me. My guy had a sexy Russian accent...

I pushed open the door to the gym to see my class filed up along the wall. Whispers were emitted when they saw me.

"There will be no talking in this class unless I give you the okay to do so." I snapped at them, it was harsh and I knew it but I was sick of them being such brats. "Now, this year you will be doing what I call the survival scheme. Does anyone know what it might entail?"

I looked around the class, wanting someone to put their hand up, a boy with pale blonde hair timidly raised his palm. I nodded at him to tell and he blushed. "Umm... Well... we're only novices... so... umm... running?" his blushed increased as everyone laughed at him.

I wasn't. I was impressed. "Silence." I yelled. "What's your name?" I asked in a softer voice.

"M-M-M-Mathew." He was so adorable it was almost funny.

I smiled at him, "Well Mathew, you are correct." Mouths dropped and I smirked, "And the rest of the class will do three more laps then Mathew because of their rudeness." A series of groans and glares were directed at Mathew and I glowered at them. "And do not blame Mathew for that, it was your own fault."

The gym door opened and closed during my rant but I didn't pay attention to it. What I did see was that the four girls in this glass were giggling and pointing in the way you do when you see someone attractive. I glared at them for a second before turning to see who it was.

I started at his feet; he was wearing tough travelling boots, dark slacks, a duster-one of those big cloak like coats- a dark t-shirt and his hair in a pony tail. Then, I finally looked at his face. No. NO. NO! Dimitri looked at me with his guardian face and I turned away from him to the rest of the class.

"I want each of you to run twenty three laps except for Mathew, you only need to run twenty. No arguments, I'll be watching. Go."

They all stood up and walked out to the oval. When they were all gone, I heard Dimitri coming towards me. My eyes squeezed tight and I walked slowly over to a bench. He followed. I looked at the ground, keeping my eyes on my laces. He sat beside me and let out a gush of air.
"Hello, Rose." He said softly, angling himself towards me.

"Good morning, Guardian Belikov." I used my emotionless voice to hide how much I missed him.

In my peripheral vision I saw him frown, his beautiful lips turning downwards in hurt.

"Roz-" his hand reached out for mine but I pulled it away.

"I need to get back to my class." I whispered, before standing up to leave. I took a few steps towards the door before a hand latched onto my arm. I stared down at it, loving and hating the warmth it gave me and the electricity flowing through it.

"Roza." He breathed, his warm breath flowing over me with the scent of his aftershave accompanying it.

I shivered at his voice, dark, lustful, loving... all at the same time. "Where's Tasha?" I asked bitterly.

He frowned again, "I have never wanted her..." he whispered.

"So, you just left because you wanted to? Great. Thanks. Now I really must see to my class." I nodded at him. "Guardian Belikov." With that, I turned on the spot and moved my waist long hair to one side. Just so he could see how many I had killed in my five years. Just before I left, I heard him gasp and whisper.

"Roza-"