Don't expect updates for this to come at an even pace. I write quick, but not so much recently.
This is being written as a time killer, while I am trying to cure my Writer's Block and waiting for Spirit Bound to be released.
Now, to set this story up, let me make a few things clear. This story picks up just before the attack on St. Vladimir's in Shadow Kiss, everything is normal, except that Rose is gone. She was taken by Strigoi between Frostbite and Shadow Kiss during a trip somewhere, I am not stating where, use your imaginations. Everyone has assumed her dead, and most have moved on with their lives, easier said than done for Lissa. Try to picture EVERYTHING as normal, except for Rose being gone. It will make this a bit easier to read. I thought of this idea in school the earlier today (hence the name), and the story may be a little out of whack and there will likely be plot holes. So, please don't critisise to much, I am not trying to make the same quality of story as my other FanFics, this one is just to help me along. I am only posting it because I like posting stuff to see the response.
ANYWAYS, time for the Prologue!
Prologue - Remembering Roza
Dimitri POV
Things don't always stay the same. Pretty common logic right? I wish it was flawed logic.
It has been only a month or two since Rose was taken from us, and despite what people keep telling me, forgetting her is not becoming easier over time. It is nice that the no one else knew how deep our relationship was, otherwise people would be trying to comfort me, and I am happier to be left alone. You never know how much it hurts to lose someone you truly love until it happens, and I cannot describe how hard this all has been. The only one more upset than me has been Lissa, at even the mention of flowers, she begins crying, because anything to do with Rose just upsets her. Hell, I can relate. I suppose that if I didn't have this job to distract me, I would be in deep depression, and likely getting close to suicide. I hate to say it, but my job, which involves putting my life on the line to keep people safe, who essentially take me for granted, is keeping me alive. Pretty ironic, huh? But, I suppose it isn't who I'm protecting as it is what I am protecting them from.
Strigoi.
Those things are abominations, they all deserve to burn. Fast, strong, immortal vampires who exist essentially to cause pain and suffering for everyone else, sometimes even their own kind. It's funny how everyone thinks that burning them is as simple as throwing a match at them, and that they will just light up like a tank of gasoline, it isn't. They will burn, sure, but just as much as you or me. It's just that their bodies can't heal burn marks, so they die quickly from them. Same for decapitation, some people think their heads will snap off like toothpicks, they don't. It can take three or four hits with an axe just to get it off.
But, again, I suppose that so long as the Strigoi are a threat, I will keep protecting the Moroi from them. Tall, slim, weak boned, and mortal, with magical abilities, the Moroi are undoubtebly less evil then the Strigoi. They control magic from five elements, earth, fire, water, air, and spirit...
I stopped mid thought. Thinking of Spirit's magic made me think of Lissa, and of course, Rose....
I could have fallen to my knees and started crying, but I had to show those I protected that I was strong, it made them feel safer.
Some nights, or actually mornings since we run on a nocturnal schedual, I just look out my window at the vast forests surrounding the Academy, and wonder if maybe, just maybe, my sweet Roza is out there somewhere, alive.
Or Undead.....