A/N- Hi guys, so this is my first VA fanfic, and I'm really excited :) let me explain that this is more to get you interested than actually part of the story... Follow & Review! Tell me what you think! Should I continue?
Disclaimer- *searches wallet* Nope, I don't own Vampire Academy... and apparently I don't own money either...
They all stood surrounded. While some of them were practically strangers to the others, they were all connected by one thing. One amazing young woman. A woman who should've been standing with them… Her friends. Her family. Her best friend. Her soul mate.
But where was she now?
They needed her to fight for them. The Strigoi formed a circle around them ready to attack at any second. She would've slaughtered all of them before she let them touch any Moroi or Dhampir. But, she was strangely absent, and all of her friends were worried… and scared.
Where was Rose Hathaway?
Although she was only nineteen, she was a legend. She had escaped and evaded the Moroi world with her best friend for 2 years, and soon after she returned, she had helped save her best friend from the clutches of Viktor Dashkov. She had slain her first Strigoi at only seventeen, with only a dull sword and her pure rage over the death of a close friend and fellow novice. She had earned a zvezda mark after a large-scale attack on St. Vladimir's Academy, and, after running away to Russia and returning, she passed her final exam, a trial, with scores that no one had ever achieved before. She had figured out a way to "cure" Strigoi, and had survived being shot in the heart.
Yes, Rose was incredible. After all, she was head of the royal guard, and she was also the youngest person on the royal guard. No one could beat her… except maybe her boyfriend, Dimitri.
The fact that she wasn't with them, and had yet to show up, proved that something was terribly wrong.
The guardians made a ring around the Moroi, waiting for their Strigoi attackers to make a move. As soon as one did, aiming for Dimitri, something so fast that it was a blur attacked it, slicing it's head off. Within a few moments, all of the Srigoi had been sliced into tiny, unrecognizable pieces. Blood formed in puddles everywhere, and in the center was a girl.
She was on her knees, and her cruel, insane laughter could be heard loud and clear, although she was probably about ten yards away from them. She had long, raven-black hair, and skin so pale it was white. She had blood splattered over her clothes, which happened to be a white t-shirt and black spandex shorts, and across the skin on her arms and legs were perfectly straight, crisscrossing scars. Cutting scars. They looked at her, shocked into stillness. Only one managed to choke out the words she wished to say.
"Where were you? Are you okay?" Lissa Dragomir was talking to the girl as if they were friends.
The girl stopped moving. Her hands covered her mouth and she looked toward the ground, her hair obscuring her face.
"Rose." Lissa spoke again, and the girl's head snapped up, and deep violet eyes looked at the group as black lips revealed white fangs.
"Liss! You're okay!"
Yes. This strange, crazy girl was Rose Hathaway.