The Deadly Star

Chapter 6: Love at first fight:

Dimitri's P.O.V:

Once we got back, Rosalie ran into the room she previously stayed and didn't come out.

She hasn't come out in a whole week in fact and I often hear her whimpering or sobbing.

I bring her food every 4 hours but she never eats it and when she does only half of what is there. She has become awfully thin and pale.

Guilt.

That is all I can feel anymore. I can't take any of this back.

None.

I can't bring back the dead. I can't tell her how I really feel because she'll just think I'm trying to be kind. I hate myself at the moment.

Max, where ever you are. Please help me! I silently thought. I knew he wouldn't want this but he basically gave me an invitation to seek revenge. Revenge that was hurting me as well.

So now I sit in her room. On the old wooden chair that I had recently fixed. She lay asleep. At least I knew she was sleeping, not trying to keep herself awake the whole time.

I stared silently at her frail body. Her lips were ruby red but skin so, so white. Her bone structure stood out worst of all. I needed to get some food into her. But how? I didn't have enough money and stealing would be an invitation to be caught, and Rosalie needed me at the moment. Leaving her here all alone would just do her more damage.

I decided I needed a quick break, to do what I do best. Kill. I wrote a quick note and left it by her glass of water stating I would be back in an hour and if not to call my partner. Partner in crime that is.

I grabbed a few blankets and placed them over Rosalie’s cold body. Checked her pulse. I know what you’re thinking. Why check her pulse? I just had to be sure.

I chucked on my leather jacket and grabbed my knife and gun. Gun, only for emergencies. Now I needed to find someone I could kill. But who?

Rosalie's P.O.V:

I heard the door slam shut. I noted the note next to my glass of water and opened it:

Rosalie,

I have just gone out to gather more food and supplies. I should be back in and hour. If not, call my partner in crime Ryan (phone number listed below). Please, please, please eat something, I beg of you. In the kitchen fridge there should be some ice-cream, help yourself, please.

Yours faithfully,

Dimitri.

The phone number was displayed and then I noticed at the end of the piece of paper:

P.S. I really am sorry about everything. You don't have to forgive me. If I were you I never would be able to but I just need to make sure you know exactly how sorry I am. Oh, and if you are awake when I get home I need to tell you something...

I sat up on the edge of the bed.

My throat was dry but I could not eat.

I needed to eat, but I just couldn't.

Greif has overcome me. Too many people have been killed that I care about. I just wanted to die. It didn't help the fact that Dimitri apparently didn't have feelings for me. I don't even know why I cared though. I'm just glad I still have some family members alive.

I weakly stood up and walked over to the table with the food on it. At least this time he was making more of an effort than the glass of dirty water and dry toast. I started taking small sips from the glass and it felt so refreshing down my dry throat. Then I tried the little pieces of chicken sitting neatly on my plate. It was really amazing how much I was hungry. In less than 10 seconds everything on my plate was gone.