AN: So, this is my very first Vampire Academy, and I'm hoping it isn't my last. It's pretty dark, and right now the rating stands at T. I'm hoping to keep it there but if at any time you guys think it should be raised then I'll do it. Also, I have no idea if this has been done before. I just started reading VA fics a few weeks ago so if it has been, then it's entirely coincidental and I hope it still turns out differently. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and please review :)
Full Summary: What if Rose and Lissa never left the academy? What if Rose and Lissa weren't even friends? At least, not anymore. Rose wasn't involved in the crash that killed Lissa's family. Therefore, she was never brought back to life, never shadow-kissed. Drugs, drinking, and partying sums up the life of Rose Hathaway. At the start of her senior year, however, everything that she knows is called into question by her new, gorgeous mentor, Gaurdian Belikov. Will he be able to save her from herself, or is she too far gone?
Disclaimer: Vampire Academy is owned by Richelle Mead who is not, nor ever will be, me.
". . . This is . . . crazy," I sputtered out with a nervous laugh as wondering hands roamed the sides of my body. My boyfriend sneaking into my dorm room in the middle of the Moroi night was a bold and daring move, not that I expected anything less from Jesse Zeklos.
"Hmmm, I need some crazy, hot, spontaneous sex," he murmured, breaking full contact with my lips as he started assaulting my neck in a barrage of kisses. "And a little something else . . ." he added. I released a sharp, excited moan when I felt his fangs just briefly at my neck. The need to be bitten consumed me, but I knew I had to resist. In just a few short hours, the first day of our senior year would begin, not that I ever cared about school. Still, the bite mark would be noticeable, and I wasn't in the mood to deal with the "blood whore" gossip I knew was sure to come. It was considered a taboo concept in our society for a Moroi to feed off of a dhamphir, especially during sex.
"Don't bite me, not tonight," I warned.
Jesse frowned and pulled away, staring at me. "But, you want it."
"I do," I admitted.
"Afraid of what everyone will think of you?" he questioned. I averted my gaze from his face to his lean chest, glistening with sweat. He was lankier than built, but he was still the hottest boy in the academy. "In case you haven't already noticed, you don't exactly have the best reputation. . ."
"Yeah, but I'm not in the mood to deal with fresh rumors on the first day of school," I reasoned.
"You can hide it with your hair like you normally would," he suggested, meeting my eyes, causing me to snap to attention.
"I . . . I guess," I finally caved. I wasn't sure what came over me, but my muddled thoughts were soon forgotten as I felt the sharp pain of his fangs biting into the flash of my neck. However, pain was quickly replaced with sheer pleasure as I felt the endorphins do their job. Unable to control myself, I moaned. It didn't feel like much time had passed before he pulled away, and I felt myself yearning for the rush again. I was like a drug addict, and he was my drug. Well, not so much him I supposed as it was his bite. Opening my eyes, I watched as Jesse licked his lips, a smirk playing on his lips.
When I woke up the next morning, I groaned as my alarm continued blaring, telling me I had no choice but to get up. Last night, Jesse had left only a few hours before. Gingerly, I touched the marks from where his teeth had cut into my skin, and a pleasurable chill ran up my spine as I remembered the rush. The yearning burned within me, unable to wait until I got my next fix. Speaking of fixes, I timidly checked under my bed, finding the medium-sized bad of weed Jesse had given to me. As dangerous as it was, I decided to smoke some, just a little, to get me through the day. Just a little "pick me up", that was all. And, I was smart enough to not get dressed first. That way, it couldn't be smelled on my clothes. I drenched myself in perfume anyway, just in case. I could never be too cautious, as strict as this school was when it came to drugs.
With some extra pep, I quickly got dressed, not caring what I threw on. I never cared much about my appearance. Well, I did care, but I wasn't as obsessive as most girls. As long as I didn't look like I was high, I was fine.
As I was brushing my hair, I shuddered involuntarily at the sight of the bite. It wasn't very large, but I could tell it was done a little sloppily. Biting my bottom lip, I brush my hair on that side so that it fell into place over my shoulder, stealthily hiding the mark. Times like these, I was exceedingly thankful for my long, dark hair.
Glancing over my schedule, I smiled slightly when I noticed my first class, Advanced Guardian Combat Techniques. Sparring with people-the best way to start my day. However, I groaned as I realized people would probably see the mark. But, Jesse was right. My reputation was far from perfect. I shouldn't care what anyone else thought, and if they dared to start anything, well, they should know better. I have had too many detentions and suspensions over fighting to remember. I refused to take shit from anyone. But, then, there was my last conversation at the end of the year with Kirova hanging over my head.
". . . Miss Hathaway, time and time again I have excused your behavior but this is the last straw!" she shouted so loudly that even the guardians in the room seemed a little taken aback. I didn't want to, but I know my face betrayed the fear I held inside, not towards the headmistress, but because of what I knew was coming. "The next strike, no matter how trivial, you're out! And, I'm not talking detention or suspension. I mean expulsion!"
"And then where are you going to send me?" I snapped, my temper getting the best of me. "I'm under age! You can't just kick me out on the street!"
"That'll be for your mother to determine," she stated. Although she hadn't said it, I could read it in her eyes. Compared to my mother, I was a disgrace. Janine Hathaway may have been one of the best guardians out there, but she was perhaps the worst mother. I was lucky if I saw her once every two years after I started attending the academy. Even before that, she had pawned me off on whoever would take care of me. I had no idea who my father was, other than that he was Turkish.
I snapped back to reality, pushing the memory from my thoughts. It was the beginning of a new year, my last year of being here. I should be enjoying it.
Heading off to breakfast, I passed through the groups of overly-excited students who were gossiping to their friends about what they did during summer break. I could easily tell the seniors from the underclassmen because the seniors I passed seemed to mostly be treating today like any other day, as was I.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind. My automatic instinct was to punch this person in the face, but then I was able to recognize him. Turning my head towards Jesse, I said, "One of these days, I'm gonna punch you for that."
"Oh, Rose, you would never do that," he replied, chuckling. "You love me too much."
"You wish," I replied, slugging him playfully in the arm.
"Do you have to go to breakfast right away?" he asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
"No, why?"
"Wanna go with me to the feeders?" he suggested.
Oh, um, okay," I answered, unable to hide my uneasiness as I allowed him to lead me off to the feeders. Dhamphirs didn't drink blood, and so, therefore, we had no need for the feeders, and we survived on food, like humans. The Moroi saw a feeder once a day, and while they do eat "regular" food, they get severely weak if they don't get the right amount of blood in their diet. I didn't understand why Jesse even needed to see one after taking from me just a few short hours ago, but I knew he didn't take enough to sustain him for the day. Still, my thoughts took on a bitter edge.
Once we arrived in the feeding area, Jesse had to wait in a line. He hated waiting, and I half wondered if that was why he brought me here, to kill time.
"I guess we'll probably have a five minute wait," I told him, as his frown increased.
"I really hate waiting," he said, looking over those who were ahead of him. "There should be a rule stating Royals first. That way, if there's ever a fire and all the feeders die, then at least the Royals would be saved."
I snickered as a few students around us gave Jesse sharp, quick glares. Apparently, they had heard him, but Jesse didn't seem to care. That was one thing I loved about him: he didn't give a damn about anyone else's feelings. Caring about people hurt too much, and I wished I could be more like him in that sense.
"I don't think they liked that comment," I told him, not hiding my grin.
"Yeah? Well, too bad," he replied, giving me a kiss on the lips. It was then that I realized that I wasn't the only one who got a fix this morning, only he made little effort to hide it. I was just about to say something witty when something-or someone-came into view.
Vasilissa Dragomir.
Or Lissa, whatever she was going by these days. She was a royal Moroi and the very last of her family following a tragic car accident two years ago. She was one of the prettiest Moroi in this academy, with her long blonde hair, skinny frame, and jade green eyes which are a trait carried down to seemingly all Dragomirs, at least all the ones I had known.
Why exactly had this girl out of anyone else caught my eye? Well, the answer is simple. She was my best friend, at least up until two and a half years ago. Before that, we had been best friends since kindergarten. She was always the sweet, quiet girl while I was always the loud, unruly student that most teachers hated.
Upon entering, flocked by several other Moroi girls, Lissa glanced my way, and the same shock that I had just felt moments ago flashed across her face, followed by the usual hardened anger I saw any other time when she looked at me. Yet, every time she gave me this look, the aching I felt in my chest never lightened. I hated that she still had this effect on me, after all this time. It was clear that she didn't care about me, and so I shouldn't care about her. Clearly, she had moved on, and, looking at Jesse, I thought about my other friends and realized that I had also moved on. She was just someone I used to know, nothing more. Friendships break up all the time, it was only natural.
I needed a distraction from Lissa, and so I decided to catch Jesse off guard. Grabbing him by the collar, I pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss. He was definitely surprised, and it was clear in his expression. Soon, however, his arms were around me as his hands ran along my curves. One bonus to being a dhamphir was that most of the girls had full-figure looks, whereas Moroi girls were generally super model skinny. Moroi men loved hooking up with dhamhirs for that reason.
"Eh hem." We pulled apart as someone cleared their throat and said, "Jesse Zeklos, your turn."
"That's my cue," he said as I followed him to the feeders. Feeders were humans who served as willing blood donors. They were exactly like drug addicts who lived for the high of the bite, as I experienced on a regular basis. Although they were important to Moroi life, they were still looked down upon in society, just like dhamphirs who allow Moroi to drink from them.
Today, Jesse was assigned to Alice. I knew that Alice wasn't favored by most. In fact, she was pretty nutty from feeding for so many years. I saw the slight shift in his mouth to a small frown as he sat down beside the woman. There were no marks recent marks on the older woman's neck, meaning that he was her first feeding of the day, and I was certain Jesse planned to take full advantage.
I could see the excitement in Alice's eyes just as Jesse was about to bite her, but before he could, she suddenly spoke, "Rose, are you prepared?"
"Prepared for what?" I asked her, trying to sound polite. I wished she would just let him bite her and get it over with. I felt really uncomfortable being there.
Instead of answering me, however, she started rambling, "You must always be prepared and on guard. You never know what could happen."
"That's what the guardians are for," I assured her. "And the wards. No Strigoi."
"Strigoi aren't the only enemies," she stated. "Any enemy can be disguised. Do you know who the other enemies are, Rose?"
I wasn't sure how I should answer her, but Jesse cut in before I had the chance. "Yeah, yeah, whatever it is, Rose can handle it. Now, can I please eat?"
Alice seemed content with this, eager to drop our previous conversation for her first feeding of the day. Her neck contained scars from feeding for so many years. Without thinking twice, Jesse bit into the flesh of her neck as Alice's eyes opened wide in sheer delight. As much as I knew I shouldn't, part of me envied this human woman. I wanted to experience what she was feeling as Jesse sucked the life out of her. It was only short-lived, however, for he soon withdrew.
"Let's get out of here," he murmured to me, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me towards the exit.
"What's wrong? Don't you like Alice?" I teased as he rolled his eyes.
"Food shouldn't talk that much," he stated. I felt a sharp pang as I wondered what I was to him. I decided not to ask. That would just make me seem insecure.
Jesse and I went to the cafeteria immediately after. I was starving. As soon as we got our food, we sat at a table and I instantly started eating, not bothering to look up when our other friends joined us.
"Whoa, Rose, chill out before you run out of food and start eating the table," Ralf Sarcozy, Jesse's best friend, teased me. Although he didn't bare the royal last name, Ralf was a royal because his mother was a Voda, one of the royal families. For a Moroi, he was unusually plump and bulky. He definitely wasn't very attractive, but, thanks to Jesse, he was pretty popular. I then noticed the small girl sitting next to him, Mia. Like Ralf, she didn't fit the physical description of most Moroi. She was short, and, even though she had been in the same class as me since kindergarten, she appeared to belong in the middle school.
"So, Rose, have you seen any of the new teachers yet?" Mia asked me, although I knew she really meant "Have you seen any hot new male teachers?"
"Not yet," I replied.
"I passed a really hot new guardian on my way here," she said, smiling as she leaned closer to me.
I rolled my eyes at her but smiled nonetheless. "Let me guess. Now, you're going to make it your life's mission to figure out his life story, or just skip straight to jumping in bed with him?"
Mia blushed but shook her head. "No, he's hot but definitely not my type."
"I thought every man with a beating heart was your type?" Ralf chided, earning a smack in the arm from Mia.
"He seems hard to approach, very serious," she said. "If seriousness was in the job description, then, Rose, I don't think you stand a chance."
"So, he's hot and anti-social?" I said, purposely ignoring her last statement. Besides, I was suddenly interested in figuring out whom this new, mystery, supposedly-hot guardian was.
"Seems that way," she answered, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, Jesse, better look out. Rose might get her eyes set on a new man."
"No, she would never do that," he denied, wrapping a protective arm around my shoulders. "She knows she's mine."
"Exactly," I replied instantly, though I wasn't sure that the words fully sunk in. However, by the time they did, Jesse and Ralph were engrossed in another conversation. By this time, several other Moroi had sat down at our table, taking Mia's attention as well.
I shrugged, not exactly bothered about being ignored. I finished off my food and dumped my tray. Instead of returning to them, I decided to take a solo walk through the halls before students crowded it. I needed to walk off some of my energy, anyway, make the high less noticeable.
I was in front of the gym doors when it happened. I wasn't paying attention as the door opened in front of me, smacking into me, sending me to the ground. However, I never hit the ground, for a pair of strong, warm hands grabbed me before the contact could be made. I was about to yell at whoever this person was, even though it was my fault, but when I looked up, all words were lost.