Author's Note: Hey guys, this is my first fan fiction and reviews are more than welcome! :D I hope you like it. I tried to make a one shot but it turned out to be longer so please bear with me.

Disclaimer: Vampire Academy belongs to the one and only Richelle Mead.

Chapter 1

Lissa and I just forgave each other and everything was falling in to place for the first time since I killed the love of my life, Dimitri. Not that my life will ever be perfect after all that happened… but when I promised her that I am not going to leave her. Not now. Not Ever. I knew that I took one huge step to moving on and getting on with my life.

I'm so happy that we just forgave each other. We hugged and I felt her feelings through the bond mirror mine – genuine happiness and relief; happiness for winning my best friend back and relief for having my only family back.

Out of nowhere, Victor Dashkov, not the psycho royal-kidnapping Moroi one but the one with red-rimmed eyes and skin as pale as that of Natalie after she killed the academy's Slavic Art teacher, Mr. Nagy, grabbed Lissa.

"Wha-!" Whatever look I had in my face seemed to please Victor. The bastard threw his head back in laughter, provoking me even more if that even was humanly or rather strigoily possible. My guardian instincts kicked in, the words drilled into my skull since I could talk ran through my head: Moroi must be protected, strigoi are evil.

I attacked Victor…

and failed miserably. Some sort of an invisible barrier separated me from him and Lissa. Seeing me bang on the invisible force field instigated a delighted guttural laughter to erupt from his throat. The psycho sounded like an animal. I felt a pang of panic mixed with anger, frustration and a lot of desperation grow inside. I already lost Mason and Dimitri to the Strigoi and I am so not going to lose Lissa too.

Victor showed me a viscous smile that made shivers run down my spine before sinking his teeth into Lissa's delicate neck. "Nooo! Not Lissa too!" I cried, all my panic swallowing the rest of my being. Finally losing it, I went hysterical to the point of insanity as I banged noiselessly on whatever that was keeping me from strangling the crap out of Victor.

Everything went black when I heard it. "You failed me, Rose." The voice was ice cold and deadly familiar. I turned to the voice and I felt my emotions go wild. Lissa was Strigoi.

Hell just froze over and I screamed for all I was worth.

I sat up abruptly only to find my whole body trembling. My eyes hurt from all the crying and I felt tired. It was not doing-boring-theory-assignment-given-by-an-ass-of-a-teacher-Stan kind of tired. It was more of the I-did-more-than-a-million-lapse-around-the-campus-before-training type.

I tried to calm myself as I lay back down. I just had the worse nightmare ever and Lissa's ice cold words would not stop haunting me; just as her voice would have if I ever failed her like that. I knew Lissa would never truly utter those words to me even if I did fail her. Being the nice and sweet friend that she always was, she would have been happy to die for me. Knowing Lissa, she would have been glad that she turned out to be Victor's snack instead of me. That did not make me happy though. I am going to be her guardian soon and I was supposed to be the one laying down my life for her not the other way around.

After about thirty minutes of trying to look for my lost sleep and not being able to find it, I sighed and got up. I needed someone to talk to or at least some fresh air. I went over to my mirror to at least check my appearance before marching out of the door.

"Shit." I cursed. My eyes were red and puffy; my face held a look that resembled whatever expression the one and only survivor would have after the whole school was attacked by Strigoi. But that was not the worst, my hair looked like some wild animal lived and died on it. I inhaled sharply, and decided that looking like hell was the least of my worries, at least at the moment.

All I knew was that I was walking for quite sometime now. I was surprised that I did not run into any of the guardians on duty today. Well, the sun was out and it looked like it was not planning on setting for at least four hours, meaning the risk of encountering strigoi was slim.

I kept on walking, the afternoon breeze was refreshing but it was no match for my mind-boggling dream. I walked around the campus contemplating on everything and I ended up having an internal debate on which hurts more: the look on Dimitri's face as he fell in to the river after I stabbed him or Lissa's ice cold voice telling me I failed her. The hand that squeezed my shoulder snapped me out of it. I jumped two feet in the air. I turned around and I was on my fighting stance at once.