Guardian Belikov

“They don’t know what the internet is? That’s really sad…” Faye whispered and nodded as he said he can drive all the way there. “I know…I know it has to be me..” She added as he gave her the reason this would help her forgive herself. She knew it had to be her. When she would complain about it to her friends, they would just tell her that it wasn’t her and that she should forgive herself. But she just couldn’t. The events haunted her dreams every night and there was no way she could forgive herself. But this might. Going to the middle of nowhere with someone who understood.

Dimitri shrugged. "It's the way they live," he explained. "They never had a need for it. They have books, though," he murmured. "Their days revolve around doing their chores, usually around noon, and then going to town to sell their crops, etc, before having family time. They live simple lives," he explained. He gave Faye a soft smile, before glancing back to the road. It had took him ages to realize that the blame couldn't be put on anyone but himself, and that he was the only one that could forgive the acts that happened.

“He was one of the first vampires, turned by a spell. His mother had had an affair with a werewolf and therefore he had the gene. He’s a hybrid. That’s why he’s so strong.” She explained, trying to make the story as simple as possible as to not confuse him.

Dimitri nodded. "So strange," he furrowed his brow. "A vampire-werewolf. Do the werewolves actually...turn into wolves? Or are they the strangely shaped ones from legends?" He questioned, slightly picturing the werewolves from Harry Potter.

Faye nodded and smiled lightly at the dhampir and started to walk towards the car. When his hand reached for her bag, she let him help her with it. It wasn’t that heavy, but he was just trying to be nice. “Five hour drive? You can start driving for a bit and then we can switch? Otherwise, okay. Sounds good.” She replied as they reached the car. “No electricity?” The brunette asked, with a small frown, wondering how she’d cope. Faye… This is the only way that will help you. You have to deal with it. Having no electricity can’t be that bad, can it? She heard a voice inside her say.

Dimitri paused slightly, making a face. "I can drive the whole time; it's not that big of a deal," he assured. He liked to drive, it was just one of the ticks with him. It made him have a little more control that he could handle, and make sure nothing went wrong. At her question, he shrugged. "They have things like a fridge, though. So their meat doesn't go bad," he mused. "And I think they might have indoor plumbing. I'm not positive, though," he shrugged. "But there's no television or computers. Most of these guys don't even know what the Internet is." he explained.

“Well, likewise.” She smiled, tilting her head up to look at him properly. “Oh, he umm… Well, my friends killed his brother and he was upset…” At his look she stopped beating around the bush. “He stabbed me and bit me. He’s part wolf and wolf bites are fatal to vampires. The only cure is his blood. He was going to let me die. But he couldn’t.” Her eyes flickered downwards.

Dimitri paused. "Wait. He's a vampire...and part wolf?" he gave her a strange look. "But wolves are deadly to vampires. Isn't that contradictory?" he shook his head. "You guys are all weird," he muttered, making a face. "Well...I'm glad he didn't let you die," he said softly.

“What are you, my conscience now?” She grinned playfully and nudged him. “Don’t worry. After what he did the other day, I’m really not sure I could forgive him.” She trailed off as they walked into the bar. 

"Perhaps," he laughed lightly, looking down at her. "I like you. I don't want to see you get hurt," he said simply, giving a little shrug. "What did he do the other day?" he frowned.

“I don’t know, revenge or something. I was just a pawn in her ‘game’ against the Salvatores, who are my friends. Plus to get back at Elena.” She shook her head at his second question. “I went through a stage, where I though maybe I did. He’s always so different with me. Sweet and charming. But then he snaps and I remember that at the end of the day he’s still the bad guy, and he’s hurt people I care about.”

Dimitri frowned. "I see.." he mused. He really didn't; it seemed like a complicated web of situations. A had-to-be-there sort of situation. "I know what you mean--guys like that, at least," he told her. "Just keep reminding yourself that he is a bad guy, and at the end of the day, he's not good for you," he counseled.

“Nope. I was in a car accident and Damon gave me blood to heal me. Then that night a vampire named Katherine came in and smothered me in my hospital bed. I didn’t even know anything about vampires, I was just collateral damage of a fight.” Caroline told the story as offhand as possible, trying to distance herself from returning to the memories. “As for Klaus. Well… he’s in love with me.”

Dimitri frowned softly. "I see.." he murmured. "Why would she smother you, though? If you don't mind me asking," he told her gently. As she mentioned Klaus being in love with her, he blinked a bit in surprise. "But you don't return the feelings?" the Russian assumed. If she did, then she wouldn't have kissed him back, right?

"Is he the one that...You know," he nodded to her. "Changed you?" he questioned. Dimitri frowned a bit. "He sounds really unstable. Have you guys ever thought about teaming up to go at him?" he wondered. He looked over to her and nodded. "Don't get yourself killed; you be careful too, Caroline." he told her. 

Faye wandered around her house, checking if she had left anything. Her suitcase was on the floor, with clothes, shoes, and few other necessities in it. She had her phone in the back pocket of her jeans, and she was wearing a black shirt with a navy blue hooded-jacket over it. She was going to leave this town with Dimitri, someone who understood her. They bonded closer the last time they met, and agreed to leave, so that they could try to figure things out. Try to forgive themselves with the help of one another. Ever since Adam had helped her with the spell, the brunette had constantly lived in the guilt that was haunting her, mostly in her sleep, but recently she had met Dimitri. He was the dhampir who threatened to kill her when she had lost control as a new born vampire, but she had learned that he was just like her, in a way. Constantly living in guilt of what he had done as a Strigoi and not being able to forgive himself for it. When the two met again, they instantly clicked, because of the similarity of understanding the other. She could talk about not being able to forgive herself, and he would understand. Not ramble on about how it wasn’t her.

Dimitri looked down at her as she opened the door, instantly straightening up out of habit. The cold was easily reflected off of his duster, buttoned tightly across his chest. "Hey," his deep voice murmured, tinged slightly with his Russian accent. At her question, he shook his head, eyes sweeping around the area slightly. "No, not too long. Just got here," he promised. A hand reached out to take her bag, nodding his head towards the car, indicating that she start heading towards it. 

Dimitri is both Rose’s opposite and, at the same time, kind of her match.

Dimitri listened to the story, furrowing his brow. "I see," he murmured. "Honestly, I don't know how the Moroi came about. I think they were always just...there?" He shrugged. "Dhampirs came around while the Moroi still mingled with the humans." he mused. As she talked about this 'Klaus', he frowned. "What's his last name? That way the Guardians can sort of keep tabs, if he's a danger," he told her. "Maybe he does know about us? We've been around long enough."

“We can go without food forever. It’s just fun to eat.” She grinned and looked at him over her shoulder, raising her eyebrows. He caught up with her, falling in step at her side. 

((Sorry, was eating dinner c:))