Dimitri's point of view in A Different Frostbite (A Vampire Academy Fanfic)

DPOV- In a Different Blood Promise

"Get outta my sight!" She laughed, "go get that trip planned."

"Thanks," we responded in unison, nodded and left an extremely amused Alberta Petrov's office.

We headed to my dorm first to plan the plane times and connections, hotels, and car hire. We had it sorted two hours later and we split to pack up our dorms before dinner.

The next morning we were back in Alberta's office first thing to receive my leave all clear letter and the set of keys to a car Emil and Yuri would pick up as soon as we were out of the state. Alberta signed off on Rose's dropout forms and we split again- her off to have her forms signed off by admin and Kirova and me to load our bags in the car. We were out the gates within an hour, our first stop was the bank Adrian had directed Rose to. Once we got there I waited in the car as she got it sorted. Before we knew it we were on the first plane of out multi stop over journey home.

The first stage of our hunt was hitting the nightclubs in Novosibirsk for a week. It was amazing to be in the human world. I got to spend every night with my Roza. Unsurprisingly, she took out most of the Strigoi we found in that first week, leaving me with calling the alchemists to do clean up. We had to have incited preservation issues with the number of Strigoi we, well Rose mainly, took out. Stage two was heading home to Baia. We would be there until just after Easter- about three weeks, a little over.

After a fifteen hour drive we arrived at my home's front door. And it felt so right coming home with Roza by my side. Especially since the ring had moved that one crucial finger.

I knocked on the door and Mama opened up within seconds, a grin splitting her face and she started speaking way too fast and in Russian. "Mama! In English please," I finally got out.

"Why?" She asked in English, thankfully switching languages.

"Because my fiancé here" I kissed Roza's cheek, "is American and only speaks English, Mama. You yourself taught me it's impolite to speak in Russian when someone only understands English." Her expression when I said 'my fiancé' was priceless. She hadn't even registered Roza's presence despite my woman being in my arms.

"Fiancé, Dimka?" Clearly Babushka hadn't shared her vision of Rose and I, and she'd likely had multiple that weren't shared.

"Yes Mama. Now, can we please come inside to explain?"

"Of course," she stepped back, opening the door and gesturing us through. It was the middle of the human day so my sisters were at work. Mama led us through to the kitchen and the first thing I did was get the ingredients for a loaf of black bread out. I was going to be home for over a fortnight and with the way I ate black bread I was going to have to get back into the habit of making my own loaf. I had been doing it since I was about ten or eleven.

"Comrade? What on earth are you doing?" My Roza was highly amused, she knew my cooking skills but not my baking ones yet. And she'd love black bread as much as I did.

"You remember me telling you about my black bread addiction?"

"Yes!" She broke into a fit of laughter when she realised what was going on. "Oh Dimitri! This is priceless. I'd better get the first slice, I love your cooking, your baking better be just as good." The scary thing was that she was dead serious despite being in hysterics.

"Oh, it will be my love, it will be." I pulled her into a kiss and the world disappeared. The bread and my mother forgotten.

"Dimka! G rated please." Mama so kindly interrupted us.

"But Mama, I love her," I tried to argue, "and Zoya's not home."

"I don't need to see the child of mine who swore to himself to never fall in love rip his woman's clothes off."

"Sorry Mama," I faced Roza, "sorry Roza," I pecked her cheek. "Mama, meet my fiancé, Rosemarie Hathaway. But never call her anything other than Rose or Roza. Roza, this is my Mama, Olena."

"Roza. How'd you completely melt my "I'm-never-falling-in-love" son?" Thanks for that start Mama.

"Nothing. I did nothing other than exist."

"Damn straight!" I planted a kiss on her forehead. "All you had to do was exist," I spoke against her forehead.

"You and your language Dimitri," uh oh, I'm in trouble even though she found it humorous. Mama almost never used my full name.

"Just a warning Mama, Roza swears in English like I do in Russian. And it's caught on with our banter." I returned to the bread.

"Well, try and keep it in check. Now, I want to know everything about you two. How did my duty driven son end up engaged?"

"I found my soulmate, it's that simple."

"I want details."

"Mama, you might want to be open minded and nonjudgmental. We need you, and the others, to not judge us because you don't get a say in your soulmate and how and when you fall in love."

"Uh oh. Dimka, how old is she?"

"Eighteen." My Roza answered, "I'm eighteen."

"As in just turned eighteen, Roza?"

"Yes."

"Dimka, she's seven years your junior-"

"I know. Mama, I know but she's more mature than I am more often than not. I'm lucky she's even alive. She Princess Dragomir's best friend, she was in that crash, and died. The Princess brought her back and bound her, made her shadow kissed. I technically lost her before I found her." And with that Roza and I recounted our relationship so far. I got some chastising but by the end of it we were accepted. And Mama started planning our wedding to be the Tuesday of Easter week, in little over a fortnight.

The whole fortnight was spent preparing and organising our wedding. It came around quickly and we got separated the night before, as per tradition. It was a small, private, and family oriented event which was beautiful and absolutely perfect for us.

Up until just after Easter, Rose and I spent a great deal of time with Mark and Oksana. They were bond mates, and a married couple with an age gap much greater than the one between Rose and I. It was extremely enlightening to spend time with them because they encompassed both half's of Rose's life- married to her soulmate and bound to her best friend. According to the Vision and the bond Lissa was fighting a losing battle against Avery Lazar, Kirova's replacement's daughter. M And there wasn't much we could do.

We left for Novosibirsk Easter Monday with a group of unpromised and taught them how to efficiently hunt so everyone made it home. We'd been married a fortnight when the Vision gave Rose all the details we needed to take my old mentor, Galina, down. And we did it and got back to the Academy just in time to save Lissa from Avery's plan to make Lissa a third bond mate. If it had failed, or worked, Rose really would go insane and there would be nothing I could do- the Vision had shown her that and she'd freaked.

Her father had made an appearance the minute we turned up and had a field day telling us to get her home and graduated. He had approved of us, but only just- it was because he knew the way I had been raised and knew I knew what he was capable of. Rose and Abe got along superbly. Their relationship was the polar opposite of her and her mother. I had her mother's acceptance but not approval, and I knew that getting Janine's approval to marry Rose the second time would be insanely difficult and fraught with danger. But the woman, my wife, was worth it, so worth it.

Three days after our return we were contacted by the Alchemist's with our kill counts. They were so high we simply got a zvezda with the number inside the heart of the star.

We resumed training four days after our return, and I had little over two months to prepare her for trials.