I recently discovered Richelle Mead's young adult series, "Vampire Acadamy," and I'm thinking that Dimitri probably isn't going to turn back to normal. The thought saddens me, so before the next book comes out, I'm writting a fanfiction about what I think should happen. I read one fanfic and it confused me because a lot of what happend isn't even possible when you think back to the rules of the Strigoi, Moroi, and Dhampirs. So I re-read all the books to make sure my story was accurate.

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Chapter 1

Even with my winter coat on it was cold. The Montana breeze kicked in, and this road seemed to never end. I knew from a trip a while back that there was a town just a couple more miles down this road. Problem becomes getting there without freezing my ass off. I felt pretty badass at the beginning of this escapade, but now I feel like a Popsicle.

On the way into town, I had a lot of time to think about how I was going to do this. The empty road ahead cleared my head of everything that could hurt my mission. Dimitri became my only focus in my head. All I thought about was Dimitri. Only Dimitri mattered now. For once, Lissa wasn't a priority; they would give her another guardian, more than fit to protect her. She doesn't need me right now…Dimitri does. Although our promise weaved in with our words, that shopping trip, we established that we'd both rather die…our promise became that if either one of us became a Strigoi, that we would want ourselves killed. Just like Sonya and Mikhail.

Sonya Karp (A.K.A crazy Ms. Karp) specialized in spirit: just like Lissa. The only problem was that she didn't have someone like me to catch her madness. Soon, Ms. Karp went crazy enough to turn herself a Strigoi. Thankfully, she had just enough sanity left to warn us about the dangers of having other dhampirs and Moroi know about Lissa's powers. But little did we know, she told her lover, Mikhail, to kill her if she ever turned Strigoi. He has been tracking her down for over two years, trying to save her soul. Just like I am doing with Dimitri.

God, I loved him. I loved him so much. Ever since they took him away from me, I've felt like there is no air around me, like I'm suffocating. Staying at the academy wasn't an option. Today, my eighteenth birthday, I'm breaking away from St. Vladimir's. Part of me looked forward to being on my own, without rules, no Mistress Kirova bitching about my attitude or how I'm "expendable." The other part of me was dreading the upcoming and unforgiving journey. There was a huge possibility that I will not be coming back to St. Vladimir's. Of course my main goal is to…save…Dimitri, but even after the deed is done, there is still the concern of other Strigoi. I can take down three at once easily. But if it became an attack? I'd literally be fucked.

I finally reached a point in the road where I could see the town. It still took a good forty-five minutes to cover the distance, but I finally got there. The first thing I looked for was an ATM. Adrian said he put money in the account, and I already need to purchase an item with a hefty price. Taking the piece of paper that had the account number and password, I managed to get into the account. $50,000. Whoa. I'd expected Adrian to be generous, but not that generous. Managing to push aside the ridiculous balance in the account, I withdrew two thousand dollars. I didn't know how much plane tickets cost, but my guess is that international flights in and out of the country aren't exactly going to be the bargains you find on .

Standing on the side of the road, I put out my thumb. Okay, so hitchhiking isn't exactly the most effective way of getting around, but he, it's that or walking the entire distance. My feet would hurt like hell, even with dhampir stamina and strength. After about ten minutes of standing there like a hooker waiting for a job, a Chevy Envoy pulled up next to me. Thank God it was a woman who was driving.

She rolled down the window. "Do you need a ride?"

I put on my best smile (the best I could manage knowing Dimitri was a Strigoi) and walked up. "Yeah. I kind of need a ride to the Missoula International Airport. Are you headed in that direction?" I finally got a good look at the woman. She was tiny. She had pin-straight, silky, shoulder length brown hair with brushed-aside bangs. She looked like a mom, but I didn't see any children. Her pixie face and dark hair brought out her icy blue eyes.

She laughed. "Yes actually. I was just heading to the airport. Hop in," she unlocked the door and I reluctantly opened the door and sat down in her heated car.

I gave her my hand, like a polite person. "Hi, my name is Rose." It'd be kind of awkward if you had to make an hour drive with someone without knowing his or her name.

She smiled and took my hand, shaking it. "My name is Alice," cool, old-fashioned name. "So what were you doing out by yourself? Don't you have family or friends nearby?" She kept her eyes on the road, not bothering to look at me. I probably looked a lot more miserable than I thought.

Keeping the Academy secret is dhampir and Moroi law. I fibbed. "No, actually. Not any more at least. I came here for a funeral," not entirely a lie. I had to go to Mason's funeral. "And I had to go soon after I got here because I had scheduled this trip a couple of months ago. I just made a quick stop in, but I didn't know anybody." I twiddled my thumbs in circles, hoping to entertain myself.

"Where are you going?" She asked conversationally.

"Russia," I said nonchalantly.

Her eyes left the road and turned to me. I had to hold back on screaming, "Keep your eyes on the road lady!" But her gaze helped hold me back. She looked like she just saw Jesus.

"Really? That's really interesting. Why are you going there? It's freezing, literally, this time of year. All the rivers freeze up and there's ice everywhere. I heard a lot of people ice-skate to and from places," she laughed. That actually was true. It was more convenient then wasting gas on cars.

I laughed to, trying to pull off the happy façade. "They do. I'm not exactly looking forward to freezing my butt off in Siberia, but someone I need to see is there. We kind of promised to meet," not totally a lie. We promised that we'd kill each other if we ever turned Strigoi… that was exactly the case.

She smiled one of those huge God-you-are-so-lucky-I-wish-I-were-you smiles. She wouldn't be smiling if she knew the real reason. She'd be crying. "I've always wanted to travel the world, but life moves too fast, and my chances have long since left me." Her expression turned wistful.

"What's stopping you now?" I asked. My mom dumped me like trash to go travel the world. Surely Alice could do something.

She sighed. "I have a husband, a baby boy and a baby girl waiting for me back home in Minnesota. My husband's an accountant for Microsoft, but with children, we just don't have the time to travel. Maybe after they grow up I could venture out." My suspicions proved correct! I can tell when I see a mom. She was definitely a mom. Her laugh lines proved she had already passed her glory days, her stand-outish hips said she had bore children, and her very mommy style: light blue denim jacket, white thermal shirt, jeans, and $180 UGGs on her feet practically screamed mother-of-two.

"I'm only eighteen, but I think this is going to be my only big trip." Kirova would be so proud of me. I can actually tell a truth once in a while.

The hour ride passed quickly. We only stopped once for the bathroom, so our timing was pretty good. We arrived at the airport in the late afternoon. I bid my short-time-friend Alice goodbye as she headed off to her flight to Minnesota. I headed toward the ticket counter.

"Is there any straight flights from here to Moscow?" I knew that was highly unlikely (based just on my luck), but you never knew.

The young woman at the counter looked just as thrilled to be here as I was. Her bitchy I-don't-want-to-put-up-with-you glares proved it. "Sorry, but no," she stretched out. "We have one flight that stops in Juneau, then in Magadan, then to Moscow, but there are no direct flights." She made a few clicks for the computer screen. I suppressed the urge to smack that caustic look off her face.

Through clenched teeth, I said, "Is there anything quicker? I'm kind of in a family emergency." That was a total lie. But I'd once seen this lady get a great deal on a ticket when she said her dad was in the hospital because of his Parkinson's disease. Maybe my case would be similar.

The bitch gave me a sarcastic glare. "In Russia?" she said doubtfully.

I was getting supremely irritated. "Yes. My brother is suffering from Schizophrenia," the closest I could come to describing what a Strigoi had, "and I need to be in St. Petersburg soon or else I won't get to see him before he becomes a total vegetable." My annoyance was seeping into my tone. But her befuddled expression almost made me laugh.

"Skit…so…fania?" She tried sounding out the word. Her face scrunched up in deep thought. Wow, this girl was a real dumb-shit!

I smiled at her noticeable stupidity. "Schizophrenia," I repeated slowly, "it's a severe mental disorder that causes the victim to see hallucinations and be delusional. It basically means they will go crazes until their circuits blow out. It's very rare, but it's still out there." I said as convincingly as possible. But I was still in a rush. "Could I have a ticket please?" I said, grinding my teeth together.

She shook her head to push away confusing thoughts. "Alright. Isle or window?"

Finally, I got my window seat on the plane. Looking out the window helped me think. If I looked to the left of me, where all the passengers were sitting and saw the Fat Joe impersonator sitting next to me, I'd probably develop a case of claustrophobia and become a schizophrenic myself. God, that'd be embarrassing.

The ride wasn't too rough, thank God. Mostly, I just gazed out the window, thinking of all the moments Dimitri and I had together. The first one I thought of was the day we met. He was gentle, but I was very high strung and in protective mode though. Even though he totally kicked my ass, he was kind to me. He complemented me on my bravery. Though I think he was thinking that you could take bravery to the point where it becomes insanity. Also, by the look on his face, he was probably admiring the fact that I'd been feeding Lissa myself for two years. I flipped through other memories; the time he told me not to cut my hair and instead just wear it up, the time where he told me I was pretty, the looks he gave me when I was wearing that little black dress, his arms around me when I fell. What stood out the most was his silky voice, in his moments of affection for me, he called me my Russian name: Roza. He said it as if it were a poem.

I fell asleep after an hour of staring out the window. It was dark out, and it was unexpectedly easy to close your eyes and just sleep. In my sleep, I relived that night in the cabin, not so long ago. God, the way his arms wrapped around me, even in my bloodlust, it felt so perfect. The way our bodies seemed to fit together so perfectly made that night that much more special. The way he kissed me, it was with so much passion and love I wanted to cry (but that'd be really awkward and weird). It was truly bliss. Even now, with my Dimitri gone and a zombie taking his place, I could pretend I could feel his arms around me, his lips at my ear, telling me how much he loves me and how he will never let anything happen to me. At the time, they were dangerous words. Now they were like a safety blanket for me.

I woke up when I heard the pilot over the intercom inform us of our arrival in Juneau, and that we'd be stop for an hour to refill the fuel tanks. I took this opportunity to use the bathroom and stretch my legs. The airport was relatively small, so it didn't take much ingenuity to figure out which way to go. After using the bathroom and putting down a bagel and a bottle of lemonade, I went to sit in the terminal to sit down again.

I looked at the people around me. Most of them were speaking Russian—well duh, this flight was headed to Russia. There was a young couple sitting closer to the plane entrance than me. They were definitely Russian. But what caught my eye was how in love they seemed. Their hands were intertwined together, her head of gold, curly locks rested on his shoulder, him leaning down to give her a kiss on top of her head. She smiled, but kept her eyes closed. A dull, numbing pain tore through my chest. They reminded me so much of Dimitri and I. I managed to tear my gaze away from them and turn back around.

My face nearly came into contact with a big, muscular guy standing right in front of me. I looked up to meet a smirking face framed by dark curls. His darks eyes were deep with feeling like Dimitri's…they were filled with mischief.

"Hello there," he said with a grin. I scowled. "What's got you so angry?"

I gave him my iciest smile. "Your close proximity to my body is beginning to piss me off." If possible, his smile grew wider.

"Aw, do I make you uncomfortable?" He definitely had a hint of a Russian accent, but it wasn't silky like Dimitri's…. it was menacing,

"Fuck off," I said with a smile. Instead of listening to me like he should have, he took the seat right next to me and put an arm around my shoulders. I held back my I-am-going-to-fucking-murder-you scream and instead tried to stand up.

"Aw, don't be like that. Stay for a while, we might become buddies," oh my God this guy was a moron.

"I said fuck off. And there is no way in hell I'd be all buddy-buddy with a dipshit like you." I tried getting up again, but this time, he slammed me back down in my seat. Mistake numero uno pal!

"I wasn't finished with you yet," he said sternly. He thought he was going to get somewhere with me. Alaska was just full of delusional people!

"Oh, I am way passed being finished with you, pal," I said, shoving his arm away from me. He actually winced in pain. Good. "Don't touch me and piss off." I began to walk away. He made mistake numero dos. I felt him give me a good slap on the ass.

I whipped around and gave him a good punch in the face. "You son of a bitch! Don't you ever touch me again. You do, and I'll call security on you. Try getting back home to Russia with a set of handcuffs on you. I hope you enjoy your time here." I stalked off and boarded the plane.

I didn't want any more guys touching me. My body was for one man and for one man only. Dimitri was the only one who could touch me. I felt defiled when other guys besides Dimitri touched me in any way that said, "hey, wanna hang out?" No. I didn't. I wanted to save Dimitri's soul and maybe get back to Lissa. Boyfriends and lovers were no longer on my priority list. Dimitri and Lissa. Those were the only things on my list, because that's all I had.

When the plane took off, I fell asleep again. I was once again smothered by memories of Dimitri. Now and again I'd see us back in the cabin, in each other's arms, living just for the moment. That's how I wanted it to be forever. Now it will never even happen.

Whenever the memory of the cabin showed up, I could once again feel his strong arms wrap around my waist. I could feel his hands trail up my body, leaving me burning at his every touch. His hands lit me on fire, and I loved it. I loved how life shocked through me at his every touch; I loved how my heart fluttered at his every praise and every affectionate glance.

I woke up again when the plane arrived in Magadan, but I didn't bother getting off the plane. I didn't want to run into another jerk-off like "Buddy" in Juneau. Instead, I mentally prepared myself for when I arrived in Moscow. This was Russia, home of the wealthiest Moroi families and the heart of the Strigoi population.

When I finally arrived in Moscow, after 36 hours of traveling, I was get lagged, but I made sure I was prepared to get off the plane. What I wasn't prepared for yet was making sure I could shove a steak into the dead heart of a man I loved.

Okay, so I thought this would be the perfect place to stop.

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