BOTH POVS IN ONE CHAPTER???? YES PLEASEEEEEE

• A N A S T A S I A C R O S S •

My eyes immediately raked over his bare tanned, skin.

From his thick neck, to his hardened chest, all the way down to his toned, stiffened abs.

As though hand carved with delicacy, the outline of his muscles were chiseled to perfection, sticking out in all the right places as his chest began to heave; flexing and contacting the tight distinct lines whittled in his body.

His veiny arms followed along his side, where his manicured hands relaxed near his beautifully sculpted v-line, my gaze continued to travel down to be graced with...

"Ahem."

Fuck! I'm staring!

Dammit! Since when have I been so horny?

Heat raised to my cheeks as my eyes darted up to meet his laughing eyes. Amusement evidently shining in his maroon pools as they twinkled in delight.

"I- umm, err.."

I could feel the warmth emitting from my flustered face as I lower my gaze on to the floor, trying to conceal my nerves as Hardin's wandering eyes begin to brand into me.

"Anastasia."
His husky voice coated his gentle tone as my name hissed through his teeth mellowly.

"Y-yes?" I squealed.

Oh my God. This cannot be happening.

Shocked by my own high-pitched voice, my fingers grazed over my lips.
Shaking my head, I took a deep breath to recompose myself before dropping my hand to my side.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what got over me. I was just... having a moment." I cleared my throat, looking back up at him to see a pleased grin working it's way up to his face.

He begins to lift his arm, resting it lazily on the door frame, as his face leaned closer.

"Is that so..?" His voice drops a few octaves, growling alluringly as his peppermint scent begins to flow up my nose.

The comforting smell easing my mind, despite the sudden coat of goosebumps prancing on my skin.

I cleared my throat once again.
"Um, I just wanted to thank you. For helping..?" The statement sounding more of a question.

"Hmm.." He rumbled, staring intensely through me as though he were examining me.

Capturing their gaze, I locked myself into his bronze orbs. Hues of mocha grains embroidered with wisps of darkness hidden behind his lustful stare.

Cages of pain, veiled behind an appearance of pride as his eyes carve into my own. Seeping hints of remorse and guilt clouded his chocolate pools, begging to be unleashed.

Suddenly intimidated by his piercing eyes, my eyes begin to fall down to his lips.

Soft and pillowy, pink and wet.

His tongue darts out to lick the bottom, as his pearly set of teeth begin to graze it, biting slowly.

*Rumble*

My stomach begins to turn and twist hungrily, imploring for food.

Shit. I haven't had food for over 3 days.

"Hungry?" Hardin asked amused.

"Yeah.."

"Join me, I was just about to start dinner." He announced, as he turns to walk inside his room.

"You can cook...?" My mumbling voice trailed off as his toned back comes into view.

Wear a shirt. Fuck.

"Will do." He replied.

Wait. Replied?

His arm reached for a simple black shirt, effortlessly draping it over his naked chest. A faint smirk playing about the corners of his mouth as he turns to the side.

"Did you just hear my thoughts?" I deduced in an awed voice, staggering inside his dorm.

An immediate rush of menthol and fresh coffee whirled through the air. Gliding into my nose as I gingerly continued to walked in.

I watched as he pours a black scorching liquid into a mug as I limped my way to a beige cushiony couch.

He's got a kitchen in his dorm.
What happened to equality?

A snicker ruptured from his throat as he turns, making his way to the couch.

"I never asked for this treatment. The Hunter's Association forced it upon me." He answered, sitting closely next to me as he presents me with the steaming mug.

"So you can hear my thoughts." I retorted, carefully taking the warm mug.

The warmth sinked into my cold hands, easing the tips of my fingers to twitch in comfort as the frigidity burns, disappearing into nothing.

"Yes. Your thoughts are very loud to hear, Red."

"Well... I would appreciate it if you stay out of my mind, PureBlood." I quickly replied, bringing the hot cup to the tip of my lips.

His eyes begin to explore my body. From head to toe, his eyes stopped at my bandaged ankle.

"That looks like it hurts, Red." He inspected.

I scoffed, "Nah, nothing compared to what Amelia looks like apparently."

A sweet, sincere laughter escaped from him as he begins to shift comfortably in the sofa.

"You got that right, I don't condone violence, but Ivanovs deserve a slap or two, once in a while."

He bought his arm to drape behind me on the coach as his right foot perched on his left thigh lazily.

Holding back a smile, I concealed myself using the mug as I begin to drink the smoldering liquid, feeling it ooze down my chest.

"I have a question to ask you, Anastasia." He now said in a serious tone, breaking away from his amused expression.

"What is it?"

"The necklace."

"What about it?"

"How do you have it?"

Averting my gaze from the mug to his eyes, I noticed his seriousness. His eyebrows moulded into curiosity as the tips peak patiently.

• H A R D I N R O M A N O •

Listening to her thoughts, I looked into her jaded eyes.

So much pain detained beneath her brown, burgundy pools, the suffering seeping through, yearning to be released.

I just need her to talk about what happened. Maybe then, I will know what goes through that head of hers.

"The necklace was a gift from the Headmaster." She answered, her now gentle voice flowing out her mouth smoothly.

"Headmaster?" I asked as though I was clueless.

"Yes. My Father, well adoptive father. It's a long story." Ripping from our gaze, she looks down at the cup between her small hands.

Dark tunnel. Red eyes. Bloody clothes.

"There's no rush, tell me about it." I cooed, watching her intently.

"No." Darting her head back up, looking at me with her feisty anger.

"How about, I tell you about why I am here and my past, that way, you can share what you are willing to share. Okay?" I settled.

Her curious eyes begin to wander.

Hmm. Why would a PureBlood come into this school?

She asks herself internally.

And is he actually part of the Italian Mafia!?

"Deal!" She finally decided, setting the mug on a coffee table beside her.

I begin to grin.

"To start off, I was banished here by my uncle. After putting up with him for the past 8 years, he finally gave me my freedom, but in a school."

She starts frowning, turning her body to face me fully as she looked at me inquisitively.

"Uncle? Where are your parents?"

"Mother ran away and Father disowned me. Last I heard, they were dead."

She gasped, throwing a hand over her pink lips. Her spirited eyes were now filled with empathetic sadness.
"I'm so sorry.."

"No need to apologize Red, it's not your fault." I laughed, taken aback by her expression.

"Anyways, my Uncle, Vince Romano, took me in. I had been banished by the Moretti Family, despite the Moretti blood running in my veins. So I had no where else to go. If I had ventured in the world alone, I would had a target on my back when the Volturi learn of my banishment, they would stop at nothing to have me killed."

Anastasia's face turns cold as her eyes widen.

Moretti. She chanted as though trying to decipher what it means.

"Luna Moretti." She whispers lowly, trailing her eyes back down to her empty hands.

"Yes. My Mother. I'm guessing you know that name because of Kai." I gritted out, anger laced in my voice as I hear the name of the woman I've learnt to despise.

Her name sounded bitter, despite it coming from Anastasia's sweet, velvety voice.

A narcissistic bitch, who had ruined my life the moment she step foot out of it.
A pathetic example of a mother, and I longed to never hear her name again.

Abandoning me. Her own child out of cowardice and fear. Pathetic.

"She ruined Kai." She winced, not meeting my eyes as sadness and grief took over her. Her eyes clouded in sympathy towards her broken friend.

Sighing deeply, I raked my hands over my face frustratedly.

"Let's not talk about her." I replied bluntly. "Now tell me. What's your connection with Cross?"

Rolling her eyes, she unwillingly rejoiced in a monotonous tone.
"He found me under a tunnel."

"You're not telling me the full story, Red."

"There's nothing more to say."

Red eyes.

"Hmm." I began to wonder, staring at her pale skin, her pink lips and flushed cheeks.

Like stars, small freckles dotted her face. A beautiful canvas filled with wonder and mystery as her eyes disappeared into a deep ponder; dazing into a trance as her eyes unfocus and her brows furrow tentatively.

Red eyes.

My hands reached to cup her frail skin, averting her eyes to look at me.

The thumping of her heartbeat vibrated into my ears as they beat against her ribs.

A faint shade of pink begins to tint her flushed cheeks as her eyes moved to look anywhere but mine.

My thumb raked her bottom lip as I begin inching towards her.

Her lavender fragrance becoming increasingly intoxicating as I move my other hand over her feral hair, pushing it behind her ear as I continue to absorb her appearance.

"Look at me." I whispered lowly, searching her meek eyes.

Tipping her chin so that her head faces upwards, she starts to breath heavily. The rising and falling of her chest as she forces herself to look down.

Red eyes. She repeated fearfully

Finally, her lustful orbs bore into mine, locking into place as they shine through her lashes.

Absentmindedly, I lick my lips at the sight; my teeth sinking into my bottom lips as my hand clutched the back of her head, keeping her in place.

Expecting her fiery nature to kick in, she gasps delightfully before immediately taking control.

Closing the gap between us, she seals our lips with a kiss; pressing her lips onto mine, a tingling spark ignited at the contact as I slowly pull back, savoring the lingering taste of her sweet lips.

Deepening the kiss, her hands were pressed against my chest and I pull her into me.

Her hands begin to explore my body. Her hands moving as though they knew where to go. Like they've done it a thousand times before in a thousand lifetimes.

Relishing the honeyed taste of her lips, I could sense the hidden hurt.

Years of torment concealed deep within herself, locked in the depths of her being as she fights against the suffering of loss.

She lowered her guard; now in her most vulnerable position, I could finally see her deepest secrets.

I latched onto her bottom lip, sucking and nibbling hungrily; trying to uncover her untold pain.

Becoming relentless, she begins straddling my lap; her hands clenching my hair, tugging me closer.

"Nadezdah..."

"Mumiya..."

Obliviously, my hand travelled up her slender leg before gripping her inner thigh, causing her to jerk away. Her angelic face was now a deep shade of red, as her eyes widened in embarrassment.

Vampire. PureBlood. She told herself.

Her frantic heartbeat begins to thump louder as she scurries off of my lap.

"T-this was a mistake!" Her voice breaking, as she raked her shaking hands over her disheveled hair.

"Fuck!" She muttered under her breath breathlessly.

Seconds later, she's already by the door, opening and disappearing behind it without a second thought.

I leaned back onto the sofa, wiping the remains of Anastasia on my lips with my finger before sucking on it.

She tasted heavenly, yet forbidden.

Thinking back to what happened, her small frame moulded perfectly on me, just as if she was made for me. And for me only.

Nadezdah.

Why was she thinking of the Princess?

The Princess' identity was hidden from the world. No one but the Royal family and PureBloods know of her existence.

Unless..

No.

The Princess was only 9 years old. If she had grown at a normal vampire pace, she would look like an infant. Our vampirism makes us age very slowly.

Anastasia is human. There is no ounce of vampirism within her.

Unless the Queen turned her into a human, before she was assassinated.

The Queen was the most powerful being to have ever roamed the Earth, the capacity of her powers exceeded out of reach and there was no stopping her.

Could it be?

Is Anastasia actually Nadezdah?

My betrothal.

Let me know if this chapter was too long please!! I don't wnat you guys bored in the middle.

but um..*smiles innocently* I bet y'all weren't expecting that huh

And... betrothallll???????? What does that mean??!!!!

So um.. Annie's first kiss was with Hardin.......

Btw, lots of you suggest I apply for the wattys, which is very funny cuz I have like 0% chance of winning.
But I'm going to try to upload as much as I can, if I complete my story by september, be sure to wish me luck :D