Hey, ya'll.
So, this is my first Vampire Academy Fan Fic...Personally, i don't like the first few chapters, but it gets better as it progresses. I'll try to update it at least once a week!
So, let me know what you think! :)
~Little-Dhampir x
Disclaimer: No, sadly, I do not have Red Hair. Nor do I live in Seattle, so I don't own Vampire Academy. :(
Chapter One
I stood across the room at post as Lissa was examined. She'd been sick lately, and I told her if she didn't go to the hospital, I'd drag her there myself.
"I'll be right back." I told her as I left the room and closed the door. Pulling out my cell, I dialled the number I had memorised and waited.
"Rose?" Christian asked; his voice confused. He'd gone away from court two months ago, and was due back in a few days.
"Court medical centre, Christian. Now." I said without explanation, before snapping the phone shut and walking back in. The doctor had just finished up whatever test she was doing, and was leaving.
"Everything okay?" I asked, plastering a fake smile on my face. I was worried about her.
"Sure it is." Lissa replied too quickly, her eyes seemed distant, and there was an air of frailty around her.
"Please, Lissa, please tell me you didn't downplay anything!" I groaned. Her eyes darted to the window behind me, and I threw my hands up in frustration.
"Sometimes I just don't get you." I snapped, storming out and slamming the door. I had no intention of leaving, though. Once, maybe, I would have, but not now. I sat across from her door in the hallway, thumping the back of my head against the wall repeatedly. My pocket began to vibrate; and I quickly pulled out my cell.
"Hello?" I asked warily, not recognizing the number.
"Rose? It's Jill." She said. I was slightly taken aback. I hadn't seen her since Lissa's coronation.
"Jill Mastrano?" I asked, sitting up properly.
"Uh, yeah. There's someone here who wants to talk to you." She said.
"Okay, sure." There was a sort of crackling sound as the phone changed hands. But just before they spoke, I heard Lissa let out a moan filled with agony. I snapped the phone shut, and burst back into her room. She was doubled over, clutching her stomach as blood streamed from her mouth.
I bolted back out and desperately searched for a nurse. Where the hell are they all?
"Rose?" A voice came from the end of the hall. I bolted toward him and grabbed his wrist.
"No questions, Christian. It's Lissa." I said, leading him at a sprint to her room. He kept up with me easily. He took one look at her pale figure, now lying across the bed, her pillow stained a gruesome red, and pulled his cell out.
"Belikov. Room 103. Now." Christian nearly yelled, snapping it closed and tossing it to me. The nurses finally showed up and ushered Christian back. Nausea rolled over me like heavy storm clouds. This was bad.
I dropped his cell on the table, and ran out of the room. Down the hall, I could hear the doctor pulling together instruments so he could help Liss. I ran the other way, and found the entrance. I heard the shouts before I saw them. Four Strigoi were headed toward the hospital.
"Son of a..." I cursed, yanking the small silver stake Dimitri had given me for my twentieth birthday. I made a run for the door to warn the others, but it was too late. One of the female Strigoi grabbed me from behind by my hair, and sunk her fangs into my throat. I screamed and tried to wrestle her off, but I couldn't. She was strong. Stronger than any Strigoi I'd ever encountered before.
"NO!" I heard someone roar. My head started to spin, but before I could black out from the blood loss, she was gone. I heard her snarl, and then she went silent.
"Roza..." Dimitri whispered, gathering me up into his arms. And heading toward the double doors. It felt as if my body was disconnected from my head. I couldn't make my arms work.
"How much did she take?" I murmured.
"Another ten seconds and you would have been dead." He said, his voice thick. I smiled up at him.
"I'm not going anywhere." I said, stretching up and kissing his cheek gently. My vision went fuzzy, and my entire body slumped in Dimitri's arms. Then the entire world went black.
I woke up in a plain hospital cot, curled against Dimitri's side.
"Lissa!" I hissed, leaping off of the bed and jumping for the door.
"Rose, be careful." Dimitri yelled, grabbing me by my waist and dragging me back. I fought him, but I knew it was no use. He knew me too well. He leaned down and kissed my neck softly where the stitches were. The Strigoi pretty much ate part of my throat.
"Roza, please." He whispered. His voice was filled with worry. I turned around and looked him levelly in his endless brown eyes, his hands still wrapped around my waist.
"I love you, Dimitri." I whispered. His eyes glittered as he smiled at me.
"Ya lyublyu tebya, Roza." He replied, his voice husky. I knew enough Russian to know what he was saying. I stood on my tip-toes and kissed him.
"Can I go see Lissa now?" I asked softly. I knew he wanted to keep me here with him, but he couldn't. We were guardians. They come first. He released me waist, and took hold of my hand. We went down the hall to Lissa's room.
"Took you long enough, Dimitri." Christian complained. Rolled my eyes. It was hard to believe the boy was twenty one. He was still as immature as he was back at the Academy. Wait a second.
"What?" I asked, confused. Dimitri just shook his head and smiled at me knowingly. I was still confused, but I shut up. I looked over at my best friend, and my heart sank. She was the colour of a piece of paper, and just as fragile looking. I went to walk to her, but Dimitri held me back. I went to protest, but I saw Christian move.
"Lissa?" He said. Her jade green eyes moved to watch him as he knelt on the floor next to her bed.
"I'm going to be okay. I won't die." She said, almost as if she as trying to convince herself. Christian's ice-blue eyes sparkled with tears, as did mine. He hung his head and cried as Lissa tried to comfort him.
The scene was so personal, so moving. A boy, who was desperately in love with a girl, sat next her, looking on as she slowly died; helpless to do anything. I looked up at Dimitri, and I saw a single tear trickle down his cheek. I wrapped my arms around Dimitri's waist and rested my head on his chest as I looked on at the pair, feeling tears trickle down my own face. My best friend was dying.
"Christian. Now or never." Dimitri murmured. Christian's eyes flickered over to us for a second, before he took a deep breath. Lissa watched him expectantly.
"Liss, will you marry me?" Christian asked, producing a small velvet box. Now it was Lissa's turn to cry. She sat up, wincing, and threw her arms around his neck.
"Yes!" She cried as Christian slipped the ring onto her finger. I looked up at Dimitri, beaming through my tears.
"Congratulations, Liss." I said, releasing my hold on Dimitri to hug my best friend.
"Thanks." She said, laying back down and coughing. The nurse came in about five minutes later.
"You kids have to go now, visiting hours are over. You, back to your room." She snapped.
"I'm her fiancée." Christian snapped back. The nurse threw her hands up, and stormed out.
"What a b**ch." I mumbled. We said goodnight, and walked back up the hall to my room. I dragged Dimitri onto my bed and locked my arms around him, holding back the tears that threatened to escape.
"Roza, Lissa's a strong woman. She'll survive. You know she will." Dimitri murmured, brushing the hair out of my face.
"But what if she doesn't? What if it's her time to go?" I asked desperately.
"Then she will die a happy, married, and very much loved queen." He explained calmly. He was right. He always was. I rested my head on his chest.
"I suppose you're right." I said.
"I do envy Christian one thing though." Dimitri said a few minutes later.
"Yeah? What's that?" I asked, propping myself up on one elbow.
"He can marry the woman he loves." The second the words left his lips, I melted.
"You want to...marry me?" I whispered; my face filled with shock.
"If I could." He said. I leaned up and kissed him passionately, and there was no question as to what would follow. Dimitri and I spent that night in our own little personal version of heaven together.