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I smiled, and walked out to find Dimitri. In two hours, I would be at my most powerful. Because I would have extra blood in me.
The thought made me shiver, but it wasn't sure if it was out of pleasure, or disgust.
Dimitri was in the gym. He was beating the crap out of a punching bag.
"Whoa, Comrade, what did that thing do to you?" I joked.
He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Would you like to spar?"
"Only if you're okay with losing," I grinned.
He shot me a look. "Let's test that."
My shadow kissed abilities made me lethal in a fight. Majorly.
We took our positions, and he lunged for me.
Before he even came close, I was already behind him. I was super-fast, as in, faster than a Strigoi fast, and my senses were just as good as a Strigoi's, if not better.
I slammed my arm into the side of his head, not as hard as I could, but not lightly, either. He stumbled, and I kicked his legs out from under him. He was on the mat, and pinned beneath me. I lifted my hand to his heart, and 'staked' him. "Dead."
"How the hell did you do that?" Dimitri demanded.
"You haven't seen anything yet… wait till I have—" I cut myself off.
"Have my strength up the whole way. That whole stunt earlier takes a lot of energy," I explained, and I wasn't completely lying. Blood would make me stronger than sleep would.
He caught my lie, I knew he did. But he let it go, knowing I'd tell him later.
"So it's a shadow kissed thing. Isn't that like cheating, Roza?" he asked, as I stood up. He stood too, and raised an eyebrow.
"No. It's gift. I'm allowed to use gifts. That's like saying that Moroi shouldn't use their powers, because that's like cheating."
Dimitri smiled to me. "I guess you're right. But that doesn't mean that it's fair."
"It is fair. I died. I came back to life. I also get darkness. So, when you die and are brought back and bonded to a spirit user, you can get the cool powers too," I told him, jokingly. He frowned. "I wasn't serious Comrade."
"I know," he told me. "It just makes me wonder what else you can do. What consequences come with the powers you have. What you have to do to be at your best."
I frowned. Now would be the perfect time to tell him, I thought, but was I ready for this?
I guess I had to be. "Dimitri, there's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?" he looked confused, and worried.
"I… to be at my best, my most powerful… I need to drink blood," the words fell out of my mouth. Then I froze, waiting for a reaction. My eyes shut tight, and I was waiting for him to tell me he was disgusted, done with me. That he hated me.
"Okay." Dimitri said. "How do you feel about that, Roza?"
I breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't telling me he was disgusted, which was a good start. "I don't know yet. Are you okay with this?"
"As long as you are."
A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "Thank you."
He hugged me to him. "For what?"
"For not… being a jerk. For understanding. Thank you."
He nodded. "You don't need to thank me, Roza. I don't do it all for you. I do it for me too. I love you."
"I love you too," I smiled.
An hour later, I walked to Adrian's, Dimitri following behind me.
"Rose," Adrian nodded.
"He knows. I told him," I said, answering the unspoken question that flowed in the air between the two of us.
"Come on," Adrian led us to the kitchen. There was an empty bag of blood, and a larger duffel-type bag, that looked weighted down by something. The blood from the empty bag had been poured into a silver cup.
I could smell it, and I wanted nothing more than to drink it. But, I wouldn't drink it with Adrian and Dimitri in the room. No.
Dimitri seemed to get the message.
"We're going to go out here," Dimitri said.
"Yeah. The bigger bag has some more in it. For a while," Adrian told me, and the two of them exited the kitchen.
I picked up the cup, and looked at the liquid contents. It smelled sweet, and the smell clouded my mind. This happened when I hadn't had any, because after last time, I had stopped craving it for a little while. It hadn't bothered me.
I took a deep breath, and brought the cup to my lips.
The metal was cool, but the blood was warm. As soon as it fell through my lips, everything around me disappeared.
The taste was smooth, sweet, and filled the craving I had. It was had some kind of sharp undertone, and was like nothing I'd ever tasted before.
I finished the glass, and my craving was satisfied. I rinsed the glass out, and grabbed the bag from the counter.
Power and adrenaline flowed through my veins, and I darted into the other room, so quickly, neither Adrian nor Dimitri saw me. I snuck up behind Dimitri, and put tapped his shoulder. He jumped.
"How the hell…?" Adrian asked.
"I'm a bit stronger once I have blood in my system. Didn't I tell you?" I smirked.
Dimitri just stared at me.
"You are amazing," he stated, finally.
"Don't I know it," I joked.
Both Adrian and Dimitri rolled their eyes.
"Thank you, Adrian. I appreciate it," I said sincerely.
Adrian nodded. "No problem little Dhampir. I'll see you later," he said suggestively.
It was my turn to roll my eyes. "Well, not like I have a choice."
Dimitri looked irritated, and Adrian looked smug.
"I'm leaving now. See you later, Adrian. Not until tomorrow." I stressed the last sentence.
He shrugged. "Okay."
That was easy, I thought. Too easy.
Dimitri and I left, and I went to my room, to go to sleep. I was ready to drop. The blood would be in my system for a few days. After sleep, and since I had the blood, I'd be almost unstoppable.
What did you think?
Question for you:
What is your opinion on Mia?
The first book, she was kind of funny, but a bit of a bitch.
The second book, pretty much the same, until the end.
And the third book, she's actually pretty cool.
I don't remember if she's in the other two. But she's pretty cool, now anyway.