Hit List - Complete

A Friend of A Friend

December

After careful deliberation, we decided to go back to Russia. We were not going to be able to get closer to our last two targets anytime soon, so we chose to go back to where we felt most comfortable. I have started to pick up Russian quickly, and Dimitri has commented multiple times how clear my American accent is, but still says that I am doing well.

We also discovered that the more times that Dimitri and I fed off each other, the more we could feel things we shouldn't. A few times I have felt love blossom through me when it is just Dimitri and me, and I sometimes feel guilt, but it passes quickly. We also feel more connected, I can feel what he feels if he is close enough, or during feeding, it can be overwhelming to feel his emotions, along with hearing his thoughts.

Dimitri decided that he wanted the two of us to live alone, so we bought a house a few blocks away from the compound in Novosibirsk, and we have settled there. It's nice because we don't have to hide the humanity that we feel when we are home. Dimitri has even gone as far as to put money in his mother's bank account, not enough for her to question, but enough for them to be comfortable on top of his pension they receive.

"Why are you frowning," I ask him, rolling onto him and kissing his jaw. We had spent most of the human day lounging in bed, not wanting to do anything else except being wrapped up in each other.

Dimitri sighs, shaking his head and pulling my lips to his, kissing me gently. We have our moments now and again, where we feel more Strigoi, and it usually rears its head when we fight. One time we fought so violently that Dimitri struck me across the face and froze immediately after, and I watched guilt pass through his eye. The fighting ended instantly, and he apologized for hours. I knew that it was the Strigoi part of him that hit me, and I was more shocked that he did, but the moment the more humane side of him took over, I knew I couldn't hold it against him.

"It's nothing," he says, his breath fanning across my lips, and I move to place my knees on either side of his hips, cupping his face and kissing him deeply. He runs a hand to my lower back, and the other twists into my hair, roping my locks around his fingers as he holds me closer.

Pulling away and looking into his eyes, the brown is brighter against the red and I know that he is more human than usual, and I lean back down to kiss him again. "Something is bothering you," I say softly.

"I feel like we are being watched," he says, running the hand on my back up and down my spine, cupping my face with the other. I furrow my brows and sit up, resting my hands on his chest.

"Why do you think that?"

He sits up and scoots back to lean against the headboard, running a hand through my hair and pulling me closer, so our chests press together. "Gut feeling, I guess. I don't know; I just feel like we are being watched," he says.

I give him half smile and rest my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his smell and rubbing my nose over the pulse point in his neck. If I look hard enough, I can see scarring from where my fangs have pierced his neck over the last few months.

"Maybe you need a good distraction until sunset?" I murmur into his skin, pressing my lips to his neck and travel up his neck to his ear, kissing the soft spot behind it and smirking when he lets a throaty moan slip through his lips. Gripping my hips and grinding against me, I wiggle out of his grip and slide down to straddle his legs, leaving kisses on his chest.

"Let me take care of you," I purr, moving lower and moving to kneel between his legs. Catching onto what I'm about to do, he bends his legs to accommodate me and brushes my hair over my shoulder so he can get a better view.