I can ask all I want, but I have a feeling I'm still going to get a lot of flames on this story. I do have to warn that this story takes things in a completely different direction than most of the books did. I don't know what else to say at this point, but if you have any questions, feel free to send me a message.
Obviously, this conversation is supposed to be taking place in Russian, but I don't feel like spending all night on internet translators. Unfortunately, I'm not a fluent Russian speaker.
I've think there's an eight year difference between Viktoria and Dimitri, so I tried to keep that. Before I get messages about it, I took Dimitri's age (24) and how Rose was freaking out about the new age law thing for 16 year olds and how it reminded her of Viktoria. That's eight years.
Dimitri was on the floor of the small house, watching his sister and her best friend play with dolls. He desperately wanted attention, but knew if he sought it out, he wouldn't gain it. Sighing, eight year old Dimitri Belikov walked out the front door, and he thought he was going to be laying on the porch, playing with blades of grass.
He was wrong.
He walked out the door and heard a squeal to his right. It was unfamiliar, and definitely had his attention. Slowly and soundlessly, Dimitri crept up on the bush to which the squeal had originated. Then he pulled back the branches and grabbed the small form her saw try to get away.
It was a girl, about his age he would guess, and she was crying. He couldn't help but gape at her. She was almost a walking skeleton. Dimitri had to avert his eyes for fear of throwing up from the sight of nearly all of this girl's bones being prominent. She was also extremely dirty and injured.
When she looked up at him, she started sobbing even harder. Dimitri dropped her arm and backed away, not knowing what to do.
"What's wrong, Dimka? Who's crying?" his mother, Olena, asked with his grandmother, Yeva, following behind.
When they saw the little girl, Olena sprang into action, grabbing her (which made her cry even harder) and rushed her inside. Dimitri and Yeva were still near the door. Yeva put a hand on her grandson's shoulder, jolting him out of the daze that had captured him.
"You had a vision, didn't you?"
Yeva nodded, "I saw her and you. I also saw more into the future."
She laughed at her grandson's eager eyes, "I can't tell you anything. You know this."
He pouted, but then his eyes brightened and he ran inside to tell his sisters that they had a visitor.
Dinner that night was an affair that no one in the Belikov family would soon forget. Yeva, Dimitri, Katarina, Sonya, and baby Viktoria were all seated around the table. Yeva had declared dinner in session, but so far, only she and little Viktoria were the only ones eating. Dimitri was playing with his food while the other girls just stared at the hall, waiting for their mother to emerge with a guest.
Eventually, she did. Olena came down the hall holding the hand of someone who was hiding herself behind the older woman's legs. Olena pulled a chair from another room into the dining room and set the little girl upon it.
She had super long black hair, now made glossy and brushed though not yet cut, with eyes as dark. She looked scared to death, almost like at any moment they would spring up to attack her where she sat.
Olena cleared her throat, making more than one person jump, "This is Savina. From what she's told me, she's always been a street orphan. She's never known more than her given name and street trash cans. Now I need you all to listen carefully.
"We. Are. Going. To. Lie. I know I told all of you that lying is never okay, but this time it's essential," Olena paused to look into the eyes of each of her beautiful children. "If anyone asks, Savina is your cousin. I know she really isn't, but we're going to pretend that she is. She will be known as Savina Belikova from here on out."
"Will she be a guardian?" Katarina asked.
"We will send her to school with you and Dimitri, but it's her choice whether or not she wants to be," Olena said.
Dinner progressed in silence, with Dimitri practically staring down Savina. Savina could feel his stare, and it made her extremely uncomfortable. She wouldn't say anything, though. Uncomfortable was a feeling she had gotten used to a long time ago.
Dimitri looked at his mom suddenly, with a fearful look in his brown eyes, "Momma, what about Dad? What will he say?"
For a moment, Olena looked afraid, but then her resolve came back, "We'll tell him the same story. How my sister died and she left her child to me. You don't need to worry about your father, Dimka."
Only Dimitri wasn't so sure.
This is my first Vampire Academy attempt. How was it thus far? Hit the button below, please!