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DPOV

Taking in Robert's words was hard enough without the added bonus of Rose's eagerness of wanting be normal again. That is something I found…well, disturbing. Rose had become one of the strongest Strigoi's and now her weakness has won over – her desperation to be normal again. A Strigoi that has seen the light and wanted to go back to being boring. How charming.

I couldn't meet Victor's eyes, but found Robert's gaze comforting. He had a look of pure concentration, as if he was trying to figure out what I was thinking.

That's impossible. We'd have to be spiritual connected- bonded. Now that was a scary thought.

Eager to dismiss that thought, my eyes dropped to Rose's limp body. My mind whirled over the possibilities that could occur. First of all, Rose would have to be staked. There's no doubt about that. But of all the transformation, I have never heard of one where the Strigoi was unconscious. Would it be risky for Robert to proceed in staking her even though she wasn't awake? Or will it kill her?

Waking her was out of the question. It would mean awakening the monster buried in her.

So what were we supposed to do? I thought angrily.

My jaw tightened and my nostrils flared. I spun around, facing one of the poles, and punched it as hard as I could, not only dinting the whole frame but the middle piece splintered off, smashing into the window behind it.

Silence overcame the bus. All anyone could hear was my uncontrolled breathing.

Lissa broke the silence.

"Let's just change her," she hissed.

Victor turned to her, impassive. "That's not very safe. Especially in her condition," he said, motioning to Rose.

"I've thought of that too, brother," Robert said gravely.

"There isn't anything else we can do!" she retorted. "What, you want to wake her and try to settle her down? Maybe you haven't realized this yet, but Strigoi's love blood!"

Her eyes met mine in the corner of her eye before she looked away, embarrassed.

Still selfish, I see. I looked away from her in disgust. If I didn't know her, I would've already had her neck snapped.

"It's risky, yes, but it has never occurred before so maybe it's not impossible for her to not die in the transformation," Victor suggested to Robert. He then turned to me as if he was asking for my permission.

I had little choices to choose from. Change her or not. Rose was bad enough without her evilness increasing dramatically. My gut told me I have gone completely bonkers. Fair enough, I guess. I was the one contemplating whether or not to make her a dhampir again.

Aside from that feeling, my heart said a whole different thing.

I looked up at Robert and reluctantly nodded.

"Do it."

I must have taken Robert by surprise because his facial features exploded with astonishment.

He met Lissa's eyes and she nodded as well and for the first time I noticed the stake she grasped. While I bickered with the brothers, she had charmed the stake.

But when Lissa started to lift up the stake so that Robert could seize it, Rose stirred.

All three pf us stiffened in horror. Lissa was frozen, stake in the air, and her eye never left Rose.

Rose's eyes shot wide open and I watched in terror along with the others as she swiftly shifted in a sitting position.

Robert yelled, "Stake her!"

Lissa reacted too late. She plunged forward an stabbed the air, where Rose was sitting not a moment ago. Rose had jumped over and onto the chair infront of us. I reached forward in hope of capturing her.

Whether Lissa done it on purpose or her aimed was that uncoordinated, I wasn't sure. But suddenly as I lurched forward, Lissa did a second later. Both of us failed to catch Rose, but Lissa didn't stop the stake plunging in the left side of my back, directly where my heart was.

"NO!" Rose screamed front the front of the bus. She had escaped but I copped the prize. Her expression was overcome with anguish. She whirled around and ran out of the bus and into the darkness of the night.

Pain exploded from me and I saw the familiar light shiny around me. Before I knew it, I was consumed by it. That was the last thing I saw.

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