Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy.

This is my first Fan Fiction, I don't usually write, but I'm giving it a try.


RPOV

Chapter 1

I had a million things running through my mind all at once, my own worry, doubled with Lissa's worry. For once in my life I was completely terrified for myself more than Lissa. Although, what

happened to me would no dubitably affect Lissa. Victor's brother was proof of that, just remembering his face when we talked to him in Las Vegas, was giving me chills. To be honest I

wanted to give up, just sit here and rot in my cell, if they don't execute me before that of course, but judging on how long trials last, I'm betting on the rotting part. After sitting there in my

cell for a couple hours, giving myself wrinkles, and asking myself how in the hell this could have happened to me, my worry turned into rage. I wasn't sure if it was my own "Rose Hathaway

attitude", or the darkness I took from Lissa, but I was pissed either way. Who would think I would be so stupid? Leaving my personalized stake, with my finger prints, in the Queen's chest?

It's insulting to think that the majority of the Moroi think I'm that dense, which is probably why most of the guardians think I'm innocent, they know a fully trained Guardian would never leave

so much evidence. At least some people think I'm smarter than that. I wanted to punch something I was so angry, but I figured I shouldn't add "destruction of property" to my tab. If Zemy

did get me out of this one, I didn't want to get more time filing, I guess Hans is giving me a better lesson on self control than Dimitri, but I can't go there right now. If I start thinking about

Dimitri, then I'll loose all the resolve I have, which right now, isn't much. I needed to figure this out, the sooner the better- for obvious reasons. Who killed the Queen? Why? Was it because

of the new age law? I was a little skeptical about that one. Most Moroi wouldn't kill the Queen over something that concerned Dampirs more than Moroi themselves, they would just get

together and rant about it. Dampirs were the ones that took action, we had the strength and training, so one of us could easily be blamed for it, considering we were the once affected by

the age law. But, the puzzling thing about that is, if they were going to do it, why would they blame me? I was clearly against it considering the last conversation I had with Tatiana. I was

also supported by Dimitri's guards, so if a Dampir was going to blame me, it had to be someone that had a grudge against me. But, I'm drawing a complete blank, along with a headache. I

decided to take a mental break, and become acquainted with my new surroundings, which hopefully wouldn't become "home". My cell wasn't very big, I had a cot, with one pillow and one

blanket- which didn't include a sheet. I had a bare desk and a chair, which I didn't understand, because it's obvious they wouldn't want a "killer" to have anything like a pencil or pen. There

was a toilet, and a sink with soap, no mirror, and no shower. I was dreading shower time, I hope they were nice enough to find a woman Guardian to watch me, or it's going to be awkward.

I sighed, this is going to be even worse than I thought. I have nothing to do in here, except think, and that already gave me a headache. My guards have been quiet since I came in from my

hearing, maybe they feel bad for me. I got up from my cot and walked to the bars, I didn't recognize either guard.

"Hey! Could I get some water?" I said to the guard closest to me. And then quickly added,

"and some food? I'm withering away over here!" The guard just looked at me for a spilt second, without removing his guardian mask, and then looked back to the wall. So much for sympathy.

How much do they feed you in jail? Probably not near enough to keep up with my appetite. Great, another thing to sit here and sulk about. I'll have to tell Christain to bring the hats for my

pity party, if I even get visitors. God, I hope I get visitors.