Chapter 3: I will never regret loving you; only believing toi loved me too.
So toi can’t blame me for seeking comfort whatever form it many be.
The suivant week went par in a blur, I couldn’t eat, and I couldn’t drink. ou rather I didn’t want to eat ou drink. None the less i was growing weak. Lissa tried to heal me a few times, but I refused her, because this weakness was my own doing. I did what I was told; I went to class, went to practice then to my room and read ou thought about things. I was becoming very antisocial. I felt so selfish being so down, but it wasn’t my life I feared, it was Masons. I was coping with so much and I couldn’t keep jouer la comédie like it was ok. The first step to recovering is to grieve, to realise and come to terms with what was happening, and that’s what I’m doing now. When I go to my room I think about my life, I think about everything, Lissa, Johnny, Mason. About being half Strigoi, about having to live my life with a dark secret. Sometimes it made me want to be sick thinking that I had Strigoi blood running through my Veins, sometimes I found it fascinating. But I have never been able to tell a single soul, for fifteen years I’ve never talked about it. As Dad was sure that they would take us away and do lots and lots of testing, we would-if they found fit- also rule the Moroi and Dad nor I wanted to do that, also Lissa was most likely suivant in line for the crown and she would make a lot better Queen then me. I thought about how I never really had a family, how I moved from England when I was four, how My mum wasn’t really a mum to me, how this had been the first time I’d seen my dad in four years. About how I was always alone, about Dimitri and Johnny, about how Johnny had used me as a blood whore and I had believed he loved me. I didn’t understand that part, surely my lie detector skills would have realised when he a dit he loved me that he had lied. And then I realised, I didn’t realise it because i didn’t want to, I wanted to believe that he loved me and I fooled myself into believing it. I sighed; rolling over in my lit i grabbed a square of gum from my bedside table. I knew it was petty to act like this, to sulk in my room. But I wasn’t exactly sulking, plus thinking about things so I could déplacer on. Dimitri sat outside my Room at all times; I don’t think he ever slept. I felt so bad about him looking after me like this but at the same time the selfish side of me found comfort in knowing that he was always around. I realised something the other jour when I was doing exactly the same thing I was doing now -laying on my lit chewing gum and thinking about my messed up life-. That l’amour is something toi can’t describe, it doesn't take a particular form ou a particular way to montrer it, it is different for everyone, People can’t tell toi how to love, what to l’amour ou what it is.... toi don’t know what it truly means until your willing to give up everything for it. l’amour is never perfect and with l’amour comes pain, that part is in avertable. its never equal, one person will always feel it plus then the other. But we can’t change these facts. All we can do is let it guide us through our lives and hope it takes us down the right path, for l’amour is what makes life worth living, and that may be because it is so hard to get, yet so easy to feel and even easier to loose.
I was quite proud of myself when I thought of that, I had to write it down. Sure that no one would believe me if I told then I thought of it all par myself.
But what I a dit is true, every bit of it. I got up off my lit walked over to my dresser, took a deep breath and picked up a envelope with Dimitri written on the top, slowly I walked over to the door, peaked out the window, Dimitri was sitting suivant to the door. Slowly I leant down and pushed the envelope through the crack beneath the door, I watched as Dimitri picked it up and then I closed the blinds. I had written that the same jour I had written my great masterpiece on what l’amour is.
I wrote:
Dear Dimitri
I don’t know how to say this, ou rather I don’t know why I’m saying this… but I’m re-adjusting my life and I need to tell toi everything. I don’t expect toi to understand ou montrer anything towards me, I just hope that one jour I can look back on the time I spent with toi and smile.
Beautiful Dimitri, toi have brought many things into my life, good and bad. toi have made me feel so many things that I didn’t even know I could feel. toi brought me comfort in times of need and toi bring a smile to my face every time I think of you. From the first time I meet toi I knew that toi were something special, and the plus I got to know toi the plus I started to like you. As reserved and shy as toi are I seemed to see plus to you. toi taught me not just how to fight and kill Strigoi but how to l’amour and a new way at looking at life. Dimitri, I l’amour toi with every part of my heart, but I know toi don’t feel the same way, I understand that nothing could ever happen between us and it hurts me but I feel no regret ou disappointment, I just feel lucky to have met you. And now I am taking a step vers l'avant, vers l’avant and I am going to admit what I’ve got, who I am and déplacer on, for they say acknowledgment is the first step of moving on. I no that over time my pain will heal-got that sounds corny- and I know that I will feel better once I have a dit this to you.
Here it goes,
The reason I can break down doors and run super fast is because of my grandfather. Well actually I better go right back to my great great grandfather. My great great grandfather had turned Strigoi and supposably killing all his family ou rather turning them Strogoi. But that wasn’t true. Yes he had turned Strogoi after being bitten against his will, but he was a good man and he spared his family, telling them to change there name and leave the country. They did so retreating to England. Ever since my family has thought to be wiped out, which is exactly how they intended it to be. This is my real name:
Bellerose Vicie Fleurmonte.
But there’s more. toi many wounder that if I am from a royal Moroi family how can I be Dhampir, well this is where my grandfather comes in.
His name was Robert, he had been a Moroi when there village was attacked he went to fight, having been trained illegally to use his feu magic as a weapon. He had been attacked and turned Strogoi. Except he had returned accueil late that night to his girlfriend-my grandma- and they had made love. My Grandma hadn’t realised what he was, and the suivant day, as he hadn’t killed her the night before, she felt sûr, sans danger and her l’amour for him kept her there. That night with the franticness of everything they had forgotten to prevent having children, and that night my father was made. Now we don’t know how it happened my grandma Rosetta seemed to think that it was because Robert was a freshly made Strigoi that he may of still had some Moroi blood running through his veins. As maybe his creator did a shitty job But my father wasn’t really a particular ‘breed’ of vampire neither Moroi Strigoi nor Dhampir but a mixture off all three, his father being Strigoi and Moroi, his mother being Dhampir made him half Strigoi, a quarter Moroi and a quarter Dhampir
And that’s what I am
Please forgive me my cœur, coeur will always be yours. I l’amour you
I held my breath as I watched him read the note; I was so scared of his reaction. I expected him to be sick ou never talk to me again. But that was not the case, after he finished lire he merely folded up the note, put it in his pocket and stood up, turning around to knock on my door. I didn’t know what to do. Should I answer it ou should I just pretend I was asleep.
“Roza” he whispered his voice like velvet. I stood up, running my hands through my hair deciding what to do. Slowly I took a step vers l'avant, vers l’avant and open the door a fraction. Fear held me still, I couldn’t say anything, all I could do is look into those deep brown eyes and hope that I would still see them tomorrow.
“Don’t ever say that I don’t l’amour toi Roza” he breathed his voice dangerous. I didn’t know what to say, that was not what I was expecting, nor did I expect what came next. He pushed the door open and grabbed me, s’embrasser me plus passionately then he had ever done. Closing the door loudly with his foot he picked me up and basically threw me onto the bed. s’embrasser me again and again and again. My mind still wasn’t working and I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had been fanaticising about this for the past four months and now it was finally happening. But it did feel right. Oh my god why when I finally got what I wanted I had to get all melodramatic?
“Dimitri” I breathed moving my lips away from his. He started s’embrasser my neck, it felt good but I had to talk.
“Dimitri” I repeated. He looked up at me
“You a dit this was wrong” I whispered. GOD what was I saying! It was like I wasn’t controlling my mouth. Just shut up and Kiss him a part of me said. But I knew we had to talk about this first
“Well screw it, I don’t care if its wrong, because I know now that being away from toi is wrong” he breathed s’embrasser my neck again.
“Dimitri, I’m a Strigoi,” I a dit shivering; this was the first time I had ever spoken the words out loud. He looked up at me again. Suddenly he sat up, picking me up as he went sitting me on his lap.
“Roza, I don’t care, to me toi are still beautiful, still the amazing gifted perfect girl I fell in l’amour with, Strigoi ou not you’re still my perfect Roza,” he whispered s’embrasser me again.
“Dimitri I drink blood” I whispered ashamed, I couldn’t believe I was trying to convince him not to l’amour me, not to do this but I knew it was the right thing to do.
“I don’t care, Lissa drinks blood, half the people here drink blood and I don’t look at them any differently” he muttered his eyes smouldering “Now please Rose, let me Kiss you” he muttered chuckling a little before placing his lips softly to mine. At first the Kiss was slow and soft but then slowly it grew plus and more, turning into something incredible. Something of pure refined l’amour and animal passion. Slowly he pulled off my top, revealing a dark purple bra. He appreciated it for a seconde before disposing of it too. I pushed him down so he was lying on the bed. I looked into his dark eyes for a seconde before s’embrasser him softly.
“Do toi realise what this means” I whispered laying my head on his shoulder suivant to his.
“What?” he whispered running his hand slowly along my back.
“Everything’s changed now” I mumbled into the lit covers. “You know everything, and we cant keep jouer la comédie like we don’t l’amour each other it just drives us crazy” I whispered. Sitting back up I looked into his eyes; they really were his best feature. Yeah he had an amazing body, and yeah he had great hair, but those eyes, those beautiful eyes… it was like they could see into my soul, like they knew everything about me. Dimitri sat up to looking at me with a ferociousness that wasn’t accompanied par anger, but rather par love.
“Then let’s not” he whispered “lets get this out, I l’amour you, toi l’amour me etso facto we l’amour each other,” he mumbled the ferociousness still playing on the edges of his voice.
“Okay” I a dit smiling, I had never felt better in my life, and finally I had someone I could talk to about everything, someone I could confide in and someone who loved me. Really truly loved me.
So toi can’t blame me for seeking comfort whatever form it many be.
The suivant week went par in a blur, I couldn’t eat, and I couldn’t drink. ou rather I didn’t want to eat ou drink. None the less i was growing weak. Lissa tried to heal me a few times, but I refused her, because this weakness was my own doing. I did what I was told; I went to class, went to practice then to my room and read ou thought about things. I was becoming very antisocial. I felt so selfish being so down, but it wasn’t my life I feared, it was Masons. I was coping with so much and I couldn’t keep jouer la comédie like it was ok. The first step to recovering is to grieve, to realise and come to terms with what was happening, and that’s what I’m doing now. When I go to my room I think about my life, I think about everything, Lissa, Johnny, Mason. About being half Strigoi, about having to live my life with a dark secret. Sometimes it made me want to be sick thinking that I had Strigoi blood running through my Veins, sometimes I found it fascinating. But I have never been able to tell a single soul, for fifteen years I’ve never talked about it. As Dad was sure that they would take us away and do lots and lots of testing, we would-if they found fit- also rule the Moroi and Dad nor I wanted to do that, also Lissa was most likely suivant in line for the crown and she would make a lot better Queen then me. I thought about how I never really had a family, how I moved from England when I was four, how My mum wasn’t really a mum to me, how this had been the first time I’d seen my dad in four years. About how I was always alone, about Dimitri and Johnny, about how Johnny had used me as a blood whore and I had believed he loved me. I didn’t understand that part, surely my lie detector skills would have realised when he a dit he loved me that he had lied. And then I realised, I didn’t realise it because i didn’t want to, I wanted to believe that he loved me and I fooled myself into believing it. I sighed; rolling over in my lit i grabbed a square of gum from my bedside table. I knew it was petty to act like this, to sulk in my room. But I wasn’t exactly sulking, plus thinking about things so I could déplacer on. Dimitri sat outside my Room at all times; I don’t think he ever slept. I felt so bad about him looking after me like this but at the same time the selfish side of me found comfort in knowing that he was always around. I realised something the other jour when I was doing exactly the same thing I was doing now -laying on my lit chewing gum and thinking about my messed up life-. That l’amour is something toi can’t describe, it doesn't take a particular form ou a particular way to montrer it, it is different for everyone, People can’t tell toi how to love, what to l’amour ou what it is.... toi don’t know what it truly means until your willing to give up everything for it. l’amour is never perfect and with l’amour comes pain, that part is in avertable. its never equal, one person will always feel it plus then the other. But we can’t change these facts. All we can do is let it guide us through our lives and hope it takes us down the right path, for l’amour is what makes life worth living, and that may be because it is so hard to get, yet so easy to feel and even easier to loose.
I was quite proud of myself when I thought of that, I had to write it down. Sure that no one would believe me if I told then I thought of it all par myself.
But what I a dit is true, every bit of it. I got up off my lit walked over to my dresser, took a deep breath and picked up a envelope with Dimitri written on the top, slowly I walked over to the door, peaked out the window, Dimitri was sitting suivant to the door. Slowly I leant down and pushed the envelope through the crack beneath the door, I watched as Dimitri picked it up and then I closed the blinds. I had written that the same jour I had written my great masterpiece on what l’amour is.
I wrote:
Dear Dimitri
I don’t know how to say this, ou rather I don’t know why I’m saying this… but I’m re-adjusting my life and I need to tell toi everything. I don’t expect toi to understand ou montrer anything towards me, I just hope that one jour I can look back on the time I spent with toi and smile.
Beautiful Dimitri, toi have brought many things into my life, good and bad. toi have made me feel so many things that I didn’t even know I could feel. toi brought me comfort in times of need and toi bring a smile to my face every time I think of you. From the first time I meet toi I knew that toi were something special, and the plus I got to know toi the plus I started to like you. As reserved and shy as toi are I seemed to see plus to you. toi taught me not just how to fight and kill Strigoi but how to l’amour and a new way at looking at life. Dimitri, I l’amour toi with every part of my heart, but I know toi don’t feel the same way, I understand that nothing could ever happen between us and it hurts me but I feel no regret ou disappointment, I just feel lucky to have met you. And now I am taking a step vers l'avant, vers l’avant and I am going to admit what I’ve got, who I am and déplacer on, for they say acknowledgment is the first step of moving on. I no that over time my pain will heal-got that sounds corny- and I know that I will feel better once I have a dit this to you.
Here it goes,
The reason I can break down doors and run super fast is because of my grandfather. Well actually I better go right back to my great great grandfather. My great great grandfather had turned Strigoi and supposably killing all his family ou rather turning them Strogoi. But that wasn’t true. Yes he had turned Strogoi after being bitten against his will, but he was a good man and he spared his family, telling them to change there name and leave the country. They did so retreating to England. Ever since my family has thought to be wiped out, which is exactly how they intended it to be. This is my real name:
Bellerose Vicie Fleurmonte.
But there’s more. toi many wounder that if I am from a royal Moroi family how can I be Dhampir, well this is where my grandfather comes in.
His name was Robert, he had been a Moroi when there village was attacked he went to fight, having been trained illegally to use his feu magic as a weapon. He had been attacked and turned Strogoi. Except he had returned accueil late that night to his girlfriend-my grandma- and they had made love. My Grandma hadn’t realised what he was, and the suivant day, as he hadn’t killed her the night before, she felt sûr, sans danger and her l’amour for him kept her there. That night with the franticness of everything they had forgotten to prevent having children, and that night my father was made. Now we don’t know how it happened my grandma Rosetta seemed to think that it was because Robert was a freshly made Strigoi that he may of still had some Moroi blood running through his veins. As maybe his creator did a shitty job But my father wasn’t really a particular ‘breed’ of vampire neither Moroi Strigoi nor Dhampir but a mixture off all three, his father being Strigoi and Moroi, his mother being Dhampir made him half Strigoi, a quarter Moroi and a quarter Dhampir
And that’s what I am
Please forgive me my cœur, coeur will always be yours. I l’amour you
I held my breath as I watched him read the note; I was so scared of his reaction. I expected him to be sick ou never talk to me again. But that was not the case, after he finished lire he merely folded up the note, put it in his pocket and stood up, turning around to knock on my door. I didn’t know what to do. Should I answer it ou should I just pretend I was asleep.
“Roza” he whispered his voice like velvet. I stood up, running my hands through my hair deciding what to do. Slowly I took a step vers l'avant, vers l’avant and open the door a fraction. Fear held me still, I couldn’t say anything, all I could do is look into those deep brown eyes and hope that I would still see them tomorrow.
“Don’t ever say that I don’t l’amour toi Roza” he breathed his voice dangerous. I didn’t know what to say, that was not what I was expecting, nor did I expect what came next. He pushed the door open and grabbed me, s’embrasser me plus passionately then he had ever done. Closing the door loudly with his foot he picked me up and basically threw me onto the bed. s’embrasser me again and again and again. My mind still wasn’t working and I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had been fanaticising about this for the past four months and now it was finally happening. But it did feel right. Oh my god why when I finally got what I wanted I had to get all melodramatic?
“Dimitri” I breathed moving my lips away from his. He started s’embrasser my neck, it felt good but I had to talk.
“Dimitri” I repeated. He looked up at me
“You a dit this was wrong” I whispered. GOD what was I saying! It was like I wasn’t controlling my mouth. Just shut up and Kiss him a part of me said. But I knew we had to talk about this first
“Well screw it, I don’t care if its wrong, because I know now that being away from toi is wrong” he breathed s’embrasser my neck again.
“Dimitri, I’m a Strigoi,” I a dit shivering; this was the first time I had ever spoken the words out loud. He looked up at me again. Suddenly he sat up, picking me up as he went sitting me on his lap.
“Roza, I don’t care, to me toi are still beautiful, still the amazing gifted perfect girl I fell in l’amour with, Strigoi ou not you’re still my perfect Roza,” he whispered s’embrasser me again.
“Dimitri I drink blood” I whispered ashamed, I couldn’t believe I was trying to convince him not to l’amour me, not to do this but I knew it was the right thing to do.
“I don’t care, Lissa drinks blood, half the people here drink blood and I don’t look at them any differently” he muttered his eyes smouldering “Now please Rose, let me Kiss you” he muttered chuckling a little before placing his lips softly to mine. At first the Kiss was slow and soft but then slowly it grew plus and more, turning into something incredible. Something of pure refined l’amour and animal passion. Slowly he pulled off my top, revealing a dark purple bra. He appreciated it for a seconde before disposing of it too. I pushed him down so he was lying on the bed. I looked into his dark eyes for a seconde before s’embrasser him softly.
“Do toi realise what this means” I whispered laying my head on his shoulder suivant to his.
“What?” he whispered running his hand slowly along my back.
“Everything’s changed now” I mumbled into the lit covers. “You know everything, and we cant keep jouer la comédie like we don’t l’amour each other it just drives us crazy” I whispered. Sitting back up I looked into his eyes; they really were his best feature. Yeah he had an amazing body, and yeah he had great hair, but those eyes, those beautiful eyes… it was like they could see into my soul, like they knew everything about me. Dimitri sat up to looking at me with a ferociousness that wasn’t accompanied par anger, but rather par love.
“Then let’s not” he whispered “lets get this out, I l’amour you, toi l’amour me etso facto we l’amour each other,” he mumbled the ferociousness still playing on the edges of his voice.
“Okay” I a dit smiling, I had never felt better in my life, and finally I had someone I could talk to about everything, someone I could confide in and someone who loved me. Really truly loved me.
