I mentioned in the summary that this is based after the first Bloodlines book. At the moment there will only be subtle details and the only important fact is that Adrian and Jill are spirit bound. First fanfic, let me know what you think!
She woke with the sensation of something sticky pooled on her stomach. Grinning to herself, her head spinning she attempted to recall last night's activities. Adrian had snuck her, Lissa, Christian and Dimitri into a party, along with enough alcohol to sink a ship. Stuff had gotten pretty wild and she remembered tugging Dimitri off to a dark corner for some "quiet time". It was quiet now. Too quiet. The smell of sweat was overpowering. The smell of sweat and- She opened her eyes and faced the scene before her. Everyone was still. A body was lying across her and she turned so she could look at Dimitri.
Later, she'd wish she'd never done that.
She screamed in horror at his lifeless frame. Blood was congealed around deep, terrifying wounds in his neck and torso. There was no mistaking it. He was gone.
Janine Hathaway held her daughter as the "party" was cleaned up. All remaining guests were dead, slaughtered. They were still identifying bodies.
Sobs wracked Rose's body as they approached Dimitri and she suddenly whirled round to face her mother. "Liss- Is Lissa-?"
Janine looked into her grief stricken eyes, "We don't know, Rose, I'm so sorry."
Rose pressed her eyes shut and let herself fall into the abyss of exhaustion.
Waking up in the infirmary had become amusing in recent years. Rose wasn't amused today. Armed guards stood by her bed and her mother was talking to guardians responsible for investigating what happened. Her memory of the night was gone - alcohol and trauma had seen to that. But it wasn't a strigoi attack. That much she knew.