Hey guys! This is a quick A/N. This is my second story and I'm hoping it will do a little better than my other fanfiction, 'Never Walk Alone'. I hope you like this one and was actually inspired by some longer stories way back in the archives. Enjoy!
~ShadowhuntingDamphir2014
The Heart of a Huntress
Chapter 1
My name is Rose Hathaway. When I was 17 years old, I became the last known Huntress. I wasn't born into what I am, I was chosen. The last chosen Huntress, before me, was Anna. Each Huntress has one distinguishment, oh, and the tattoo that magically appears. Anna was known for her speed. I, unfortunately, would be the odd one out with many distinguishments. I have speed, strength, voice, healing, and appearance. I became a Huntress by one major factor though. My bravery.I became a Huntress when I ran back inside the cave for Dimitri. At least, that's when it started. Here's how it played out.
"Rose! You can't go back in there. Dimitri is dead! We have to go." My mother screamed as she tried to restrain me. She was finally atempting to be my parent. "Stan, I need help!" My mother yelled over her shoulder.
Guardian Stan Alto came to help my mom, but her palms were sweaty and I sliped from her grasp before Alto could grab me. On my way inside, I picked up an extra stake from a fallen guardian, whom I didn't recognize. As I rounded the bend, I saw the blond Strigoi and yelled at him.
"Hey prick! It's your turn to tango. Now get your ass over here and dance!" I'm sure he could feel the fury that radiated from my body. My stance was filled with rage.
"Well, if it isn't my dear Rosemarie. Did I bite someone you love? I guess I should say 'my bad,' but it's really a pleasure. Ha, I think you would enjoy being one of us. Feeling the life in someone's blood flow between your teeth and down your throat. You would like it my dear." the Stigoi spoke. I don't think I ever caught his name. Not that it mattered much now.
"I think not you little pussy." I glared at him. He might think his words phased me, but honestly, nothing much did anymore. If it did phase me, it had to do with Lissa or Dimitri.
Before he could register what happened, I was in motion, grabbing his throat in between my fingers, slamming his body against the cave wall as if he weighed nothing at all. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at me. I saw a faint glow surrounding me in the reflection of his eyes, but I didn't have time to ponder that. "Choose your last words wisely." I said to him. His words held no meaning to me at the time. "You can't be." He muttered just as my stake slid cleanly between his ribs, piercing the blackened heart beneath. Then to my own amazement, I took my stake ou tof the holster on my thigh and effortlessly punctured through his skull. The stake slid through with no resistance and bit into the rock behind his head. Disturbingly satisfied with the gruesome sight, I turned my attention to Dimitri's still form that lay on the cave floor. I grabbed his left wrist and frantically felt for a pulse. I was rendered heartbroken and shattered. The pulse, or any sign of life, and therefore my hope, was not present. I tried administering CPR, but it was unaffective. I proceeded to crawl toward his head and gently craddled it, easily resting his head on my lap as I bent over him crying. I spent much time listening to the fights around me, but I was in my own world. I sat there, softly stroking his paling cheeks as I singly, and silently, mourned the loss of my beloved. The top of his head tenderly brushed my breasts as my body convulsed with sobs. Of all the things this cruel world could take from me, it had to be Dimitri. It had to be him because, apart from Lissa, I had nothing else to live for. Was this the universe's way of telling me there is no room for love and distractions in my line of work? It must have been, but I've never been one to listen before. Why start now?
In that moment, I decided that I would finish my training at St. Vladimir's and then strike out on my own, avenging my Russian angel. Lissa would be safe at court. Dimitri would be pissed to know that and it brought a very minute smile to my lips. But he was taken from me. Right from my hands. I let out a small chuckle at the thought of an upset Russian. I had faced it many times before and I laughed then to. I could hear faint whispers around me, from the guardians and the few moroi, of "she's glowing" or "do you see the light around her?"
I felt someone grab my arms and try to pull me away from Dimitri's cold body. The keyword there was 'try.' I clung to his body for dear life. Then Alberta's voice rang clear in my ears.
"Rose, sweetie, we need to get back to the academy."
"No. I won't leave him here. He doesn't deserve to be left on a stone cold, dirt covered floor. He deserves to live, to feel the thrill of life as it runs in our viens! Dimitri deserves to grow old and remember his life like each event happened yesterday. He deserves so much more than this. If I would have been better... Faster... Stronger... His life wouldn't have slipped through my fingers. It's all my fault." Everytime I mentioned something he deserved, I found my hands banging on his chest glowing a bright red mixed with gold. "I deserve to take his place. He's dead because I wasn't good enough." I broke into uncontrollably hysterical sobs taht racked through my body like a river flows. After the tears subsided, I noticed the small crowd gathered around me. Most of the moroi had returned to the relative safety of the academy and the wards. I recognized my mother, Eddie, Christian, Stan, Alberta, Yuri and a fwe others. They all wore sorrowful looks on their faces, but they were just masks. False charades.
I looked toward the mouth of the cave and glimpsed the sun as it fell to the horizon. Dimitri wouldn't want me to sit here, wishing my life away so I could be with him again. He would want me to continue breathing. He would want me to fight for his memory. So I surprised my crowd by pushing my mourning to the side. I leaned forward once more, shielding his face from the on-lookers, and whispered the only thing I could think of.
"I love you."
Then I brushed the tenderest of kisses across his frozen lips, drained of their rosy red color. I heard many gasps, a collective gesture, and smiled slightly. I then brushedthe escaped strands of fallen hair from his forehead, reached up and unclasped my nazar, and put it to rest between his eyes. I kissed him one last time, our final goodbye, before Eddie and Christian were carrying me back towards the school. At the mouth of the cave, I turned around and said one last thing to Dimitri's body.
"I'll come back for you."
Then they took me back. Before we crossed over the wards, I saw Mason one last time. He wore a proud look and tried speaking, but sound was lost between us. I read his lips and thought he said "It has been an honor Huntress."
"Goodbye Mason." I whispered before exhaustion won the unwaged was, and I succumbed to darkness.
I awoke, presumably a few hours later, to find Dr. Olendzki, who I call doc, checking my vitals.
"You are one special young lady. How did you kill that Strigoi and then puncture the skull?" Doc asked.
"Quite easily. When can I leave? I have shit to deal with and stuff to do."
"I want to keep you overnight for observation and then you will e discharged in the morning."
I just nodded my head. Now that immediate death wasn't hanging over my shoulder, I let my tears run free over my cheeks. They cascaded down in sparkling silver lines. Doc looked at me sympathectically before recording my vitals and leaving the room. I spent the remainder of my waking hours crying and the slumbered hours dreaming of Dimitri or reliving the nightmare of losing him.
When Doc came in the morning, she wasn't alone. Kirova and Alberta each stood behind her, wearing grim expressions. I'm sure Alberta told Kirova about my stunt in the caves. Now they want to talk about it. But I wasn't going to tell them a damn thing. My relationship with Dimitri was none of their damn business. Doc removed my IV and said I was good to go with strict instructions to take it easy. I walked past Kirova and Alberta without muttering a single word. It was the human morning and we would be going back to get as many of our fallen as possible before the Moroi night began. I knew they were following me, but I couldn't give a rat's ass what they did. I walked right out the wards, down to the cave. When I got inside and around the bend that hid Dimitri from me, I found him leaning against the wall. I rushed over to him, utterly amazed that he had moved. As I neared his body, I could see his fingers twitch and hear his frantoc breathing. I pulled my stake from my holster, fearing the worst. But when he turned his head and opened his eyes, I saw the chocolate brown color that captivated me with every glimpse. Seeing his eyes, and not those of an undead monster, I dropped my stake and ran for him. About 5 feet from him, I dropped to my knees and slid the rest of the way to him. When our bdies collided, I heard his sharp intake of breath, meaning he was in immense pain, but our arms wrapped around each other so tightly. From his grasp, I could tell he never wanted to let me go, ever again. I never wanted to release him. I had already lost him once and I was not positive that I wasn't having a dream right now. But his voice, the one that had coddled me at my worst moments, whispered my name like a prayer.
I pulled back slightly to run my fingers over his face, making sure he was real and actually there with me. I ran my hands down his chest and abs. When I was confident that he wasn't going to disappear from my grasp, I moved faster than the speed of sound. Before he could try to protest I had his face held firmly between my hands, his lips captured by my own. I then moved my body to straddle his own, lifting myself up onto my knees to get closer to his face. We kissed with a passion that could only be rivaled by the ones during our escape in the cabin, but only barely. Our tounges grazed each others bottom lips, each of us wanting more, but not wanting to push it. I finally gave in and pulled back to look at him again. I noticed before that a little of his color had returned before, but after our kiss, he looked as if his life had never been claimed. He jerked back in surprise, eyes wide with shock.
"You're glowing Roza."
I didn't know what he was talking about until I looked in his eyes. There, I could see a reflection of myself, looking a mess. My clothes were torn to shreads and I had cuts all over my face and body. But what amazed us both was a glow coming from around me. Then I felt my body being lifted in to the air. I was freaking ou ton the outside but I couldn't bring myself to thrash around, or move for that matter. As my body twisted and turned in the air, Dimitri continuously looked at me with wonder. I had taken a few pretty nasty blows to the head and my hair had to be shaved off to get the antibiotics to them. I could feel my hair grow longer again, I could feel it cascading down to my ass. I was gently set down on the ground and I looked at my appearance. I had black short shorts on with fishnet stockings underneath. I also had thigh high black leather heeled boots. I had a black over the shoulder, mid-driff bearing shirt that hugged my curves in all the right places. With the circumstances, I was pretty hot. I looked down my right arm, the bare arm, and saw that I had glowing silver spirals intwined around a golden rose covering the entire arm, like a sleeve. I turned to look at Dimitri.
"What the Hell just happened?"
He was in shock and staring at me in amazement. He, painfully, got up and walked over to me. I grabbed him as he started to fall forward. I then saw blood sliding it's way down he chest. I looked up at Dimitri with terror in my eyes. He was loosing color again. I held him close to me and started to pull him back toward the mouth of the cave. It was there that Eddie and Stan saw me, struggling to carry Dimitri, and came running over.
"What happened Hathaway?" Stan asked with his signature scowl on his face.
"I have no fucking clue why the Hell I just magically flew into the air, had a complete wardrobe change, and now have tattoos all over my damn body Stan! I don't give a damn why either. Just, please, for once, help me. I need to get Dimitri back to the academy."
"But he's dead."
Dimitri lifted his head and gave Stan the scariest glare I have ever seen. Stan just about shit his pants right there.
"But... But... He died last night."
"Obviously not becasue he is right here, in front of you I might add, clinging to life. Get him to the God damned academy now!" I was about to throw a total bitch fit. Eddie moved to Dimitri's right and put his arm over his shoulders. Eddie helped me carry him back and as we crossed the wards, I started to yell for Lissa. After about 30 minutes of yelling, we got Dimitri to the infirmary and Lissa met me at the door.
"Liss, I'm not above begging you right now. Plase do this one thing for me and I will be forever in your debt."
"What do you need Rose?"
"Please heal Dimitri. Not all the way but enough to make the pain disappear. I will tell you everything later but please, do this for me. I can't stand to see him in pain and I spent all night thinking he was dead. Please."
"Okay, calm down. I'll give it a try."
Liss and I entered Dimitri's room, and she went over to stand by him. He turned his head to look at me, and I will admit just this once, I was crying. I didn't like seeing Dimitri in pain and I was, honestly, afraid Lissa's magic wouldn't help him. And my fears were confirmed when she turned to me.
"I'm sorry Rose. It's not working. He looks nothing like you described him to. What did you do in those caves?"
I don't remember doing anything more than... I gasped as my eyes went wide. Then I didn't waste a second. I ran to Dimitri's bed and bent over him kissing him with everything in me. I could feel a hum of magic running through my viens. Even with my eyes closed, I knew I was glowing by the gasps I heard from behind me. One being louder than others made me turn around, and then I saw Hell's demoness herself.
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