Okay, so I didn't have my laptop for the last few days, so I wrote this on my phone then emailed it to myself, I tried to proof read it, but if there is a word that doesn't make sense, or some grammar mistakes, I'M SORRY! Oh, and I couldn't do italics on my phone, so I put stars around it, so if I missed one when I was correcting it… yeah… anyway, Enjoy and please review ! ^_^

~Mise xoxo

I half-jogged, half-ran back to the guardian buildings after my practise with Rose. I was so tired at this point I was about to pass out, and no one wants a 6'7" muscly guy passing out in the middle of a high school. I was making my way through the lobby when a moroi named Dave called me. He was the post-master for the school.

"Hey, Belikov! You have a package; it's in the mail room."

"I thought you deliver the mail to our rooms?" I asked, inching ever closer to the door.

"It's heavy."

You pussy assed bitch, it won't kill you to lift a fucking box up a flight of stairs. is what I wanted to say, instead, I just said "Oh, do you want me to collect it?"

"Yeah, come with me and you and take it."

Fuck you. To be honest, I didn't give a damn about whatever was in that package, I just needed sleep. I guess I have a bit of a one track mind…

We walked the short distance to the mail room; thankfully it was in the same building. I signed for the package and carried it up to my room. In all honesty, it wasn't that heavy, just bulky and imbalanced. I set it down on the table and saw that it was from Russia.

I hardly ever got packages from home, unless Mama reckoned they weren't feeding me right, or Babushka was giving me some cryptic message. I opened the box and saw a small sapling Siberian Crab-apple tree, planted in an engraved bronze pot. Yup, definitely Babushka. There was a golden brown ribbon tied around the bark of the tree with a small card attached to it.

Dimitri, my darling,

I saw that you have become inclined to confide in beautiful, yet belligerent flowers, so I decided to send you a tree that grows them. The flower of a crab-apple tree is among the most beautiful flowers in all of Siberia and it must fight against the harshness of Siberian weather, but if there is a good person to look after it, it must not fight as hard to keep out the harshness. Your flower is much the same, she is beautiful, but she must fight to keep out the harshness and evil of those who seem kind. You are a good person Dimitri; you must look after your flower. You must protect her, and keep confiding in the flowers, they make good listeners.

With love,

Your Grandmother,

Yeva Belikova.

P.S. Call your mother, she worries.

The fuck? I think my grandmother has lost it... Confiding in flowers? I don't talk to plants? Whatever, I'll call in the morning and see what the fuck she is on about, I though before stripping off my clothes and falling into bed.

I woke up at seven, need an, um, cold shower, because of a dream I had been having. Half an hour later, I was on my way to the gym. Rose was ten minutes late I had her do all the same reps as yesterday, and then some. She was not happy with me.

When she walked past me at the end of training, she smelt like lemons and coconuts. I had no idea how she smelt as good as she did. I mean, she had just spent an hour in the gym after two years of doing fuck all. A Rose by any other name would smell as sweet crossed my mind. Rose, the flower is what Juliet meant. The flower.

I had an hour free before my next shift so I ran back to my room as fast as I could and rang my mother.

"Dimka!" She screamed down the phone when she realised it was me.

"Privit Mama," I said politely.

"Dimka, did you get what Yeva sent you? She said she had a dream and started rambling about cheeky Roses and how she had to send you flowers and you have to protect you flowers from Royals who would take the flower's flower. God Dimka I thought she had lost it!" She said, rambling herself.

The flower's flower? And what royals? "Mama, could I talk to her?" I asked her. She told me to hold on, and went to get my grandmother.

When she got on the phone she was almost in hysterics. "Dimitri! My child, my blood! Dimitri, I had another dream! Dimitri, you have to save her! Dimitri, she is a warrior, but you must save her! Save her from the blood of my blood, Dimitri!" I had never seen (or heard) her like this before, it was kind of terrifying.

"Babushka, please, calm down, you're not making sense." I tried to reason with her.

"You giving me cheek boy?"

"No, Sudarynya (Ma'am)." I said, sucking up.

"Dimitri, you must save your flower's flower from the blood of my blood." uh, what?

"Babushka, I don't understand? What's the flower's flower?" I asked, to which she giggled. Yeah, my grandmother just giggled, well, she did the closest thing to giggling I've ever heard from her throaty voice. "Babushka? What do you mean?"

"You must save the flower's flower because it's yours to take, not the blood of my blood's." In the background I heard Sonya start laughing, then a moment later, I heard my mother laugh too.

"What's going on? Why are they laughing?" To which they laughed harder, I didn't know I was on loudspeaker.

"Dimitri, I am ashamed for you, Sonya is a bright girl, and she figured it out before you did. Think boy, think!"

"Sonya's not that bright." I stated, remembering what Boris had told me.

"… Um… What… Um… I… I-I don't know what you're talking about…" she stuttered.

"Oh no Sonya, you and Bump know exactly what I'm talking about," I said in my über-calm voice.

"Dimitri, it's my choice, I-"

"Yes Sonya, it was your choice, your stupid choice!" I told her, as quietly and calmly as possible. Some people get loud when their angry, I get quite.

"You never, never, said that to Karolina!" She cried.

"Sonya, you're not Karolina! Karolina never wanted to be a guardian, you did! You were! You are! You just left guarding St. Basil's because Kisl-"

"Don't!" She screamed over me.

"Oh, Mama doesn't know does she? She doesn't know that the reason your up the pole is because somebody couldn't keep it in his designer jeans," I said, sarcasm thickly lacing my voice. "Mama, do you know who it is? Cause now we can really talk about the blood of my blood, huh, Sonya? You know, that moroi ублюдок (bastard)" I said, tormenting her, of course, we were all bastards, most of the Dhampir race was, but with Moroi, it was different.

"Dimka, what are you talking about?" asked my mother.

"Oh, ask Sonya, Mama, I have to go now." I said, about to hang up.

"Wait!" Yeva screamed, "Remember what I said! You must save the flower's flower because it's yours to take, not the blood of my blood's."

"Babushka, why must you constantly speak in riddles?" I asked her, exasperated.

"Boy, if I were to speak in riddles I'd ask you what is a raven like a writing desk, the instructions I have given you are not a riddle." She told me.

"Firstly, a raven is like a writing desk because Edgar Allen Poe wrote on both, and secondly, you didn't give me instructions, you gave me some cryptic message."

"Smart boy, now save the flower." And the line went dead.

After that train wreck of a conversation, I needed a drink, but I knew I couldn't go for the spirits that I had stashed behind a false-back I had built to go in under my desk. It's not illegal for qualified Guardians to drink, but they sure as hell don't encourage it. I try to be as responsible as I can be, but fuck it, sometimes, I just need a scotch.

Now was one of those times, but my shift would be starting soon, and once again, no one wants a 6'7" muscly guy passing out in the middle of a high school. I'm fairly sure Alberta would be able to tell if I was hammered anyway.

I went down to the art room where I spent the rest of the morning until lunch. I spent lunch on duty in the courtyard. When lunch was over I went into the cookery room.

They were cooking chocolate brownies, and when they were done, Christian Ozera gave one to me. I was surprised to say the least, but if he is anything like his aunt, I'm glad he seems to like me.

Tasha is a lovely person, but she and Ivan were so completely in love before he... Um... Died. Ivan was going to propose to Tasha, I remember he wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. I would always tease him about it, but he loved her. She didn't deserve it.

I snapped back to the present when I heard Rose's name. "Who was that girl Rose? She is hot." asked some floppy haired Moroi that was walking in front of me with his friends.

"She's Guardian Janine Hathaway's daughter, apparently they like, hate each other." answered Jesse, my nephew. Of course, he didn't know that he is my nephew, no one did except for Ivan and our father.

His father, Cecil, was Ivan's brother, my half-brother. There's a lot of brothers and half-brothers in our family, not that I really consider any of them family except for Ivan. Jesse's mother had had an affair before Jesse was born, when Cecil found out the child wasn't his, he sent him away, to live in Baia. Keeping his mother's maiden name, Kislyak… My sister is pregnant with our nephew's half-brother. Messed up, right?

"She is Guardian Hathaway's daughter? Fucking hell. Now I'm almost scared to call her bangable." good.

"It's worth it, see the tits on her? Man, by the time I'm done with her, she won't be able to walk." said Jesse, dragging out the word "walk" that made this conversation all the more irritating.

"Yeah, good luck with that," said a small curly haired girl with a bitchy voice. Ugh, they are really pissing me off.

"What, you don't think I'm good enough Mia? I was good enough for y-" he cut himself off when he got an I-swear-to-god-if-you-keep-going-with-this-verbal- diorreah-of-yours-I'm-going-to-make-it-impossible- for-you-to-ever-have-children look.

"All I'm saying is that she talks an awful lot for someone who… you know…" according to the blank look on their faces, no, they didn't know. "…You know…" she looked at them as if it was obvious, then, to make her point clear she made a popping noise with her middle finger and her mouth. They got it.

"Seriously, Rose Hathaway, is a virgin?" asked Ralph Sarkozy.

"That's what I heard," said Mia, "so Jesse, you want to make her sweat, and drool, they the only, um, bodily fluids you're okay with?"

"Mia, she's been gone for two years, she has probably banged so many guys even Ralph can't count…you know, like four…" said Jesse, earning a chuckle from everyone but Ralph who just reddened. "Either way, I will fuck her, and she'll like it."

"And if she turns you down?" Asked mister floppy-haired-git

"She won't turn me down, and it's not like I'll give her much choice either way. Sex is sex. It like pizza, even when it's bad, it's still pretty good." He said giving Mia a wink.

"Aww, our likkle Rosie is going to have her cherry popped!" said Mia, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye. "We can give her cherry-blossoms!" That's when it clicked. Her flower. Fucking hell. Omigod. What the fuck. No. No. No. This cannot be what Yeva was talking about. How the fuck is it mine to take? Christ.

For the rest of the day, or rather week, I was completely zoned out, my mind still reeling. I considered going to Kirova and telling her, but what the fuck would I say? 'Hey, Kirova, you know Rose Hathaway? The student you hate but I convinced you to let her stay? Yeah, well, my occasionally psychic grandmother had a dream and she gave me a really cryptic message that I think I've figured out; so I'm accusing a royal moroi of planning to rape, and take the virginity of a Dhampir who most people would argue she is definitely not a virgin. Oh, and by the way, apparently, her virginity is mine to take, not his…' yeah, that would go down great! Note the sarcasm...

I don't really like this chapter, it's just, ugh. I don't think it worked out so well, but just review and tell me what you think? Danke ^_^

~ Mise xoxo