Chapter 8: Mark and Oksana

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"Rose, I want you to meet somebody," I said, coming into her room early the next morning.

"Huh? Bit early isn't it?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

She sat up groaning about her head and how much it hurt, falling back onto her pillows again.
"Who asked you to drink so much vodka?!" I scolded.

"I was just trying to be polite," she explained.

I snorted with laughter, earning me a glare.
"Well Yeva wants to talk to you about something, so you'd better hurry up," I sighed, starting for the door.
I lingered at the doorway, she was making no intention to move, "Rosemarie Hathaway, GET UP!"

She laughed, but upon remembering something sobered up, "Has Adrian ever...visited your dreams?"
I must have looked surprised because she just nodded and got out of bed. This was the first time I had ever been caught off guard by Rose and it was not a nice feeling. I guess that's how I had been making her feel for the last few days.
I left her alone in her room to get ready, going downstairs to let Yeva know Rose would be down in a few minutes. Yeva let out a string of complaints in Russian and left the room grumbling to herself. I heard her creaking slowly up the stairs, followed by a bang, which I assumed was her kicking the bed and Rose yelling something. I smiled a little, drifting off, staring blankly at nothing in particular.
"Mira, everything okay? asked Olena peeking in.
"Hmm? Oh, mmm, yeah," I nodded absentmindedly.
"Adrian," I thought, "Rose, you're so lucky to have them both."

I heard Rose come down and glanced over at her. Olena offered to make Rose breakfast, but Yeva wouldn't allow it, she said that there was somewhere important we had to be and there was no time for such trivial things.

"Whatever," Rose said, "Let's just go and get this over with."
Yeva walked into the living room and returned a few moments later with a large satchel. She handed it to Rose, who hung it over one shoulder. Yeva went into the other room and returned with another tote bag, Rose hung it over the same shoulder.
When Yeva left for a third time and returned with a giant box, Rose was clearly irritating, asking, "What is this?"
I couldn't help but laugh. Yeva muttered something in Russian before returning to the other room for yet another box.
"What did she just say?" asked Rose.
"She just said stop complaining and carry it," I translated
"Yes," Rose said through gritted teeth.

I felt like exploding with laughter, but I held it in. I heard someone stirring in the second bedroom, so I poked my head up there, ready to apologize.

"Sorry," I whispered.
"It's fine! I want to come along!" grinned Paul coming out of the room.

"If you get hurt, your mother's going to kill me," I hissed.

Paul laughed and skipped downstairs, "I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Oh brother," I sighed, chasing after him.

Yeva and Rose had already left the house by the time I came back down and Paul was already halfway out the door.
I sped up and ran after Paul who was running after Yeva and Rose.
"Hey, Mirabelle, Paul, do you have any clue where we're going?" called Rose.

"No," Paul answered cheerfully.

I couldn't believe that Yeva was walking faster than Rose. Yeva turned around at one point, when Paul and I had caught up to Rose and muttered something in Russian.

"She's kind of surprised that you can't move faster," translated Paul.

"What? Are you stealing my job now, Paul?" I asked teasingly, ruffling his hair.
Paul shrugged and Rose responded, "Yeah, well, I'm kind of surprised that no one else can carry any of this."
Paul translated again: "She says if you're really such a famous Strigoi killer, then this shouldn't be a problem."
I snorted with laughter again, this was really too much for me. I saw a look of relief cross Rose's face as we approached downtown, I smiled because I knew that wasn't where we were going, but she didn't. When we kept walking, Rose sighed, "Oh come on. Where the hell are we going?"

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