Authors Note:
Hey! So I thought I'd give my own attempt at writing Vampire Academy in Dimitri's POV [: I figured he's have more thoughts on situations - since he seems to think everything through - and often when I'm reading the book I think "hmm, I wonder what he'd think during this part…" so, I decided to try my hand at writing it xD Hope you enjoy this as I enjoy writing it [;
Disclaimer:
Do not own Vampire Academy or any of it's canon characters / places. The only part that are mine and those that I have added to the story - mostly Dimitri's thoughts. This is purely a fanfic for your reading pleasure - I do not profit from it except from reading nice reviews :D
I live in a world where all my life, I was taught that my life would always come second to another's - a Moroi to be exact. Moroi were what everyone else in the world would call Vampires, men and women who lived off the blood of Humans and sometimes Dhampir's, like me. We were trained to protect the Moroi, as our blood was a mix of both theirs and Humans, giving us superior strength and reflexes. It was our duty to protect them, and I had trained all my life as a Guardian to do just that.
But I can't say that when they asked me to take the position as a Guardian at the amazing St Vladimir's Academy - a school that trained both Dhampir's and Moroi - that my job would involve trekking all across Northern America looking for two teenage runaways. In fact, that was the last thing I thought I'd end up doing, yet here I was sat in a huge black SUB with four other Guardians, making our way down the dark roads that would lead to the two missing girls.
After landing at Portland International Airport it was just a simple matter of driving to the Address the girl's were currently listed at - under fake names, of course. It had taken us months to track them using the Princess's credit card details, most of which the transactions were taken out from all over Oregon. The sheer size of the city made it almost impossible for us to get a baring on where they were staying, but eventually they had slipped up, using the Princess's card to pay for a blouse in a store just round the corner to where they were staying. It had taken us just days to track them down from that address to their flat.
Now, here we was pulling up at the top of the street and switching the engine off. We had received words from our spy that the girls were currently inside their rented flat, probably settlings down for the night. They had apparently been running on a regular human schedule, meaning they slept through the night and was awake throughout the day, something which normal Moroi and Dhampir's avoided. Though both Moroi and Dhampir's could go out in the daytime, the sunlight still effected Moroi, making them slightly weaker. Because of this, we tended to live on a night schedule, sleeping through the day.
Stepping out of the SUB we all spread out across the street, the second car pulling up and emptying as well. There was at least 9 or 10 of us, more than enough to make sure the girls made it back to the school safely. Night time was the most dangerous time for Moroi after all. Once we had all taken our positions, we waited for the signal which I would give. Being younger, it was my duty to get closest to the flat, that way if I was seen then I would blend in with the other college students who lived in this area. I was currently standing in the shadows of their front yard, scouting the windows of the building looking for the girls room. On Window ledge of one of the rooms was a pet cat, it's hackles of it's fur raised as it sensed me out in the garden. Cats hated Dhampir's. I eyed it warily before the silence of the otherwise quiet yard was interrupted. My Guardian senses immediately stepped up as I stepped forwards still in the shadows, trying to find the source of the yelp. Looking closer into the room with the frightened cat I saw the problem.
A blond girl was leaning over a dark haired girl, her face buried in her neck. To anyone else looking, it would probably look like they were embracing, but for somebody like myself who had seen many Moroi feedings, it was obvious what was going on and who I was looking at. The two runaway girls. Just as soon as I had assessed who they was the blond girl who I now knew as the Moroi Princess pulled away and left the room.
The dark haired girl sat there for a moment before turning her head in the direction of the window, and for a moment I thought she had seen me in the shadows until I saw her expression. She was grinning, her mouth moving as though she was speaking the sound just a mumble to my sensitive hearing. I watched her closely, suddenly interested in the young Dhampir girl. She must have been aware what the name was given to Dhampir's who gave Moroi their blood, and it wasn't pleasant, yet there she was, risking getting a reputation as a blood whore to keep the Princess alive. That was dedication, and for that I admired her.
As I watched her I was aware that the girl was now trying to sit up, her face now in a mask of concentration as she stood up, swaying slightly as she did so. Hesitantly I stepped forwards again, concerned for the girl I had never met. It was obvious she was suffering from bloodless. Careful she made her way over to the windowsill next to the cat, her eyed her as he scooted away slightly, his eyes still on me.
I eyed it back before returning my gaze back to the Dhampir. She was leaning out of the window slightly, her eyes scanning the dark street for signs of life I knew she wouldn't see, though I still looked about. The rest of the Guardians and I were holding perfectly still, blending into the darkness. I turned my gaze back up to the girl, wondering what she planned to do next.
Until I noticed her eyes were on me.
I had been spotted.
She jerked back from the window and I watched her warily. She seemed frozen, staring at me as I stared back at her, wondering what her next move was while my hand flicked up, giving the others my signal that the girl's were aware of us. To my right Stan moved closer, his face deadly serious. Without looking at him directly I saw him nod, the signal that the house and street were now secured. It was now or never, and now that the Dhampir girl knew we was here, it was just a matter of time before they made their move. Keeping my eyes still locked on the girl high above me in the second story window, I began to slowly back away into the shadows as Stan approached me, the Dhampir girl herself backing away from the window and out of my sight.
"We've got them surrounded. What now, Belikov?" I glanced back at the flat, suddenly wary.
"We follow them, of course. Give it a few minuets and they'll make a run for it. Make sure at last two others follow them on their trail. I'll stand further up the street and wait up their in case they make a break for a vehicle." Stan shook his head, his eyes darting to the front door of the flat every now and then. He was obviously nervous about this whole thing, and I wondered if this was his first Academy assignment like my own.
"No, they don't know how to drive." He protested. Now it was my turn to shake my head.
"Doesn't mean it's not a possibility." With that I nodded to my fellow Guardian and took off down the street, nodding to the other hidden Guardians as I went, each stationed at every possible bend and alley way on the street, though that itself appeared clear - making it the perfect trail for us to lead the girls down. I ran towards the end, hiding myself just out of sight in anther flats garden. Then I waited. It seemed only minuets later when I heard the sound of feet pounding on the pavement, of gasping breathes and more sounds of running feet.
It seems the Guardians had herded the two girls down here, so I suppose it was my honour of doing the actual catching. Peeking out from around my hiding spot I could see the girls running down the roads, the frail Moroi supporting the tired looking Dhampir, who seemed to just have control of her balance. I shook my head, feeling sympathetic to the Dhampir girl. Taking in a deep breath, I strode confidently into to the road putting myself directly in front of the fleeing girls who stopped when they caught sight of me. I watched as the Dhampir pulled the Moroi behind her, both of them breathing heavily.
Scanning my eyes over the Moroi Princess, I remembered what they had told me at the Academy. She was to be my official charge, at least until she reached of age to request otherwise. She was - I was told - the last of the line of Dragomir's, just one of the 12 leading Moroi royal families. Being the last made her extremely rare, thus giving her an appointed guardian at such a young age. Her name was Vasilissa, though I intended to refer to her as Princess unless she instructed otherwise.
Her hair was an extremely fair blond, almost as fair as her pale skin. In contrast, the green of her eyes seemed slightly shocking, their colour as bright as emeralds. Though she was dressed in what looked like cheaply bought clothing, something about the air and presence around her made the look still passable, her long slender body alike many other Moroi females.
Now my attention turned to the young female Dhampir, who seemed to be examining me herself. I suppressed a smile, finding the idea of a young, untrained guardian such as herself eyeing me up as though she intended to fight me off. Even in the state she was in I doubted she could manage it. Still, I kept my opinions to myself and instead stood still under her scrutiny, taking in her features as I did.
Her hair appeared black in the dark lighting, with eyes of a similar shade. Though I was sure she was American, something about her features suggested otherwise. Her skin was tanned, though not artificially, her features almost exotic. Though she too was wearing cheap clothing, the shape of her body still seemed to make the assemble appear almost sensual.
I was pulled out of my own examination of the girl by the arrival of other Guardians, though I was aware some of them were still holding back, probably keeping look out for any other threats. The group that had come to join me in capturing the girls surrounded them, spreading out to cover an possibilities of the girls making another run for it. Though I tried to keep my expression as clear and unreadable as possible, I was still suppressed at the Dhampir's next moves as she pulled the Princess further behind her, apparently away from me, her eyes narrowing at me.
"Leave her alone, don't touch her." I suppressed my shock and still kept up my Guardian position, trying to ignore the strange feeling in my stomach as I stood face to face with the defiant Dhampir girl. Now wasn't the time for fighting, and I was suddenly feeling wary of the girl attempting to fight us off. She was in no physical state to be doing any fighting. Lifting both my hands in the air, I attempted to make my body language as none threatening as possible, my palms turned towards her in the International signal of surrender. Taking a step closer, I prepared myself to reason with the Dhampir who seemed slightly frenzied.
But then she attacked.
At first I took her moving towards me as a signal of her own surrender, until I recognised the move as a basic Guardian maneuver. Quickly I moved myself, taking a different basic stance and knocked the girl back, simply meaning to move her away from me. It was meant as a warning, and though I intended to step back and reason with the girl, I was aware that her body hadn't reacted to the move as I intended her too.
Instead of stumbling back a few steps, she instead fell back, twisted at a strange angel as though she had been pushed on her side. Instantly I reacted, reaching out and caught hold of her arm, pulling her back up into a standing position, keeping hold of her to make sure she had regained her balance. When she had finally found her footing, I stood up straight to release her, my eyes moving to her face to ask if she was okay, and that's when I saw the blood.
At first I was confused at the sight of the red stain across her neck until I remembered what she had done for the Princess earlier, the blood then taking on a different meaning. Her hand suddenly moved up to her neck, coving the wound before pulling away now moist with her blood. My eyes shot up to meet her's, curious by her reaction just as she shook her head causing her thick dark hair to cover up her neck. I watched the movement, suddenly wondering just how long these feedings had been going on. I met her eyes again curious this time, then was surprised by her expression. I released her arm quickly, stepping back from her slightly as she herself backed up towards the Princess.
I eyed her closely now, watching every movement she made in case she tried another foolish attack, and from her expression I could tell she was considering it. Quietly, the Princess moved forwards, placing her hand on the Dhampir girls arm and spoke to her quietly, her voice calm.
"Rose, don't." Rose… so that was her name. I looked between them, from the Princess to the Dhampir - to Rose - trying to assess the situation. Rose still seemed keyed up, her eyes still locked on my own before she finally relaxed. Aware that she had finally decided to back down, I once again stepped forwards, my eyes on the Princess now seeing her as the one in charge of the situation. She eyes me back carefully, just like Rose. Remembering my manners around Royals, I quickly bowed my head, giving her the Dhampir sign of respect before I spoke to the pair for the first time, again trying to keep my expression as controlled as possible.
"My name is Dimitri Belikov. I've come to take you back to St. Vladimir's Academy, Princess."
Authors Note:
Hope you liked it [: Told you it would be a lot longer, I have a feeling that Dimitri would think things over and see more around him than Rose would ^_^ Still, it was pretty cool to write about their first meeting from his POV! Reviews would be awesome, let me know what you think :D x x
