Blood Sacrifice
Chapter 1
*Rose's POV*
"Ouch!" I hissed at Lissa who's suitcase had rolled over my heel. We were walking a long airport hallway, surrounded by other students from St. Vlad's.
"Oh, sorry," Lissa giggled, obviously not paying attention, looking for her boyfriend in the sea of people. Christian seemed to have popped out of thin air and poked his girlfriend in the side.
"Christian you as-" she was abruptly cut off as Christian lip-locked with her and the both stopped waking, ignoring the other people shoving around them. I gritted my teeth and continued to push forward, dragging my large purple suitcase behind me and trying my best to not run someone over with it. I walked over to the service desk, extremely pissed off so early in the morning.
"When is our plane leaving?" I snapped at the greasy looking man who stood there, idly picking his nails. His eyes darted up suddenly, as a smirk crawled over his mouth.
"Are you with St. Vladimir's Academy?" his obnoxiously high-pitched voice could hardly pronounce the words. "Yes," I could feel myself coming to the end of my patience. My reaction apparently pleased him because his grin widened.
"You have an hour and a half layover, darling." I rolled my eyes at his comment and snatched my bag off the ground, walking away from him.
"Coffee?" I asked Lissa, directly avoiding Christian's gaze.
"Grab me whatever." She said, waving her hand to send me away. I rolled my eyes at her behavior, but said nothing. She had been acting like this a lot recently and starting a fight with her wasn't high on my list of priorities. Lissa was my best friend, but dealing with her sometimes shitty attitude was pretty draining. I ordered our drinks quickly, having the barista choose what Lissa would be drinking and hurried back, knowing she'd be irritated of I took too long. I did feel a little bad for thinking of her that way, after all she was my best friend since I'd come to St. Vladimir's, but it was an undeniable fact that Lissa had changed. Drastically. I always knew she didn't have much of a backbone, whatever the other royals said about her she believed, but I took it as my responsibility to be her backbone instead. It hadn't worked as well as I thought. Now se always anted to hang out with Camille and her pack, despite my arguments. She took my somewhat weak protests as possessiveness and now got pissy with me whenever they were mentioned. Sighing I fell into line behind the huge crowd of people who were getting their tickets scanned and boarding the plane. If try to sleep off everything involving Lissa once we got on. The same guy who'd called me darling was scanning tickets.
"What do you not get a break?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my time as I handed over my ticket. He looked it over before scanning it.
"Rosemarie Hathaway? What a strange name."I rolled my eyes and pulled my ticket out of his hand, a little harder than necessary. I rolled my eyes for probably the thousandth time that morning and pulled my suitcase down the small carpeted tunnel, to board the plane. I felt relief once I crossed over the small gap, ready to take a nap and ignore everything around me. I glanced at my ticket and headed down the aisle to row 21B. I felt my stomach drop when I saw where, more like who I was sitting by. Sitting to my left, right next to the window, was the self-defense teacher, Dimitri Belikov. I'd had a few classes with him and to say the least, he was a god. An extremely attractive god. He looked up when I stopped in front of the row. Pushing the handle of my luggage down, my eyes darted over to where he sat. I was slightly surprised to see that he was watching me, his dark eyes analyzing every move I made. I assumed it was a Guardian habit. The thought didn't keep my stomach from twisting with feelings I pointedly chose to ignore. When I slammed the door of the overhead bin closed I moved as gracefully as I could to sit down. I'd seen him move, quietly and quickly, and had decided that my clumsy and loud walking was a liability. I felt a blush rise in my cheeks when I realized how close we were, how he was inches away from me. 'Maybe I should start going to church.' I thought wryly to myself. God and I had a standing agreement. I'd believe in him, barely, if I could sleep in on Sundays. Quickly leaning down, I grabbed my purse and hauled it onto my lap, needing any way to distract myself from my as Mason would say "unholy thoughts." I had no idea how he'd figured out I was somewhat attracted to Belikov, but he never brought it up unless it was to tease me. I decided it was better that way. Untangling my headphones I tried my best to tune out the noises of the other students, and Dimitri's closeness, closing my eyes, my world faded to black.