Hey! So i just started writing, and i only just made an account! Yay super excited! But anyway this is a new story, and this actually does not have Rose or Lissa in it... PLease don't stop reading because it doesn't have the two main characters. It has every other setting (St. Vladimirs, Court) it has Dimitri and Adrian and every other character you love, but i have changed it! So now we follow Christina instead. I would love for you to read and review.

I know it is completely different from everything we have all read but I really would love your feedback. Thanks

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy or its characters except for Christina! Richelle Mead owns it all and i love her for it!

Vampire Academy

A New Story:

I could feel his breath on me. We were that close! I had no training ever before and here I was facing down a man twice my size. He tried to throw a punch (that looked like it would have hurt) to my right cheek, but I dodged. I ducked underneath him and kicked at his ankles. This man was like steel. No matter how much effort I put into my kicks and punches and backhands he never seemed to even stagger. At least I was delaying him! Another backhand from him and he sent me flying into a ruby red brick wall. He moved with the speed of light, and before I even got the chance to process what just happened he was next to me. I could once more feel his breath. But this time there was no escaping. I was up against a wall with no way to exit.

The streetlight flickered a little, and honestly I don't even know how I could realise that small detail in the midst of what was happening. But that little flicker was my saviour. Another man, larger than the one pinning me against the wall grabbed the homicidal maniac and threw him away as neatly as if throwing away a piece of paper. I didn't know this 'rescuer' of mine but I didn't want to risk being attacked again in case he really wasn't a rescuer at all. I ran. And as I did I heard an ear splitting scream coming from where I had left those two abnormally large men to spar. I couldn't help my self I turned. And as I did I saw a silver steak being pulled out of the mans heart. The man that had previously attacked me. His body crumpled to the floor and that was all I needed. The lack of rest and food took over. I had not slept since 3 days ago, and my only source of food was some stale bread I caught before it fell in a rubbish bin.

I fell to the floor, resembling the way the other man had fallen. Next thing I saw was a black screen.

My eyelids were heavy and so were my arms, legs and whole body. But the only unbearable part of me was my stomach. It was screaming for food. Only hunger was easy to ignore right now… I awoke on a bed. It looked like it had another bed on top of it and some more scanning proved that this was in fact a bunk bed. And I was lying on the bottom one. Another look around and I noticed a door in the corner of the bedroom, and next to the door was a wardrobe. With sliding doors that were actually mirrors.

I stood up, making sure not to start panicking. I was in an unfamiliar place and right next to the wardrobe was a chair. In the chair was a man. A really tall man. An abnormally large man! He noticed that I got up and he got up too. Looking me up and down he winced. 'I must look like crap' I whispered.

He smiled the smallest smile, which it was easy to miss. I didn't realise I said it out loud. I made my way to the mirrors never taking my off him until I got there.

Wow! I really did look like crap. A very noticeable blue stain had made its way onto my right eye, and my tattered clothes made me look poor. The bed hair I had wasn't exactly helping.

'Damn it' I thought to my self. Here in front of me was hot man, and I looked like crap! Yes he was hot. Actually now that I had stopped examining my self I had time to look at him. Steaming! He wasn't just hot he was steaming. He had beautiful brown hair that he had tied up in a ponytail on the back of his neck. And his dark brown eyes looked deep enough to dive into. If you asked me I probably would have stayed and looked at him forever. And that actually sounded like a good idea. He was looking at me in the same way. But then… he spoke.

'How do you feel?' he asked. It was a simple question yet the way he spoke made my skin gain goose bumps. He had a tiny Russian accent but it sounded like he knew more English then me!

'Fine' I said. But my stomach rumbled just then as if to remind me that I was not 'fine'.

I ignored it and spoke 'where am I?'

'You are at an academy.' He replied 'you were attacked and I helped you'

I studied him some more.

The man that rescued me! 'Oh... thanks'. What else could I have said? 'well…?' I said getting annoyed. 'Well what?' he asked

'Aren't you gonna explain who you are, what I'm doing here, where 'here' is?' I looked at him and added a little bit more attitude in my words.

'This is St. Vladimir academy, you are here because you were attacked by a Strigoi, and we are in…'

'Hold on. What?'

'This is St. Vla-'

'No not that!' I said getting frustrated! 'I was attacked by a what?'

'A Strigoi' I looked at him waiting for the punch line of his joke, but he didn't look like the type to joke around. 'A Strigoi attacked you and how you defended yourself I will never know, but I do know that it wasn't safe to leave you lying out there at night'

Strigoi… I could never forget that name… or breed, or whatever. My grandpa used to tell me stories about Strigoi, Dhampires and Moroi. But they were just stories right?

Not so bad right? Please review! Thank you!