A/N: Hey, so this is sort of a random fic that popped up in my head. I guess you could say it's sort of similar to Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher. Err, in the first few chapters, there will be a lot of spelling mistakes and stuff like that. Most of them will be on purpose.
By the way, I will only do a disclaimer for the first chapter.
If you feel like this should be categorized under a different genre(s), please tell me in a review or PM me.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy, its plotline, its characters, or its setting. I'm only trying to express my love and dedication to an awesome series.
Introduction
Ding ding ding dong ding.
I heard the doorbell ring and I set my western down.
"Honey, can you get the door?" Tasha called. She was taking a shower.
"I'm on it," I replied.
I got up from my armchair and I opened the front door. There was no one there. I furrowed my brow and looked around. Must've been a ding-dong ditch.
I was about to close the door when I saw a small cardboard box lying on the doorstep with the words, "To Dimitri Belikov" written on the top in sharpie. I frowned and hesitated. It could be a bomb or something. But then I recognized the handwriting. Roza.
I picked the box up and brought it into the house I shared with Tasha. We got married a few weeks ago and bought the house a few months before the wedding. I set it down on the coffee table and opened it.
"Dimka, who was that?" I heard Tasha call.
"Just a package from Rose," I replied.
"Oh, okay," she said. "As long as we didn't have any unexpected guests."
At the very top of the box was a large envelope. I picked it up and saw one of those hollow-book box things. There was a sharp intake of breath- mine- when I recognized it. I gave that box to Roza when I was fifteen and she was eight.
I opened the envelope and pulled out the sheet of paper inside.
Dear Comrade,
I have something to confess. Starting when I first met you, I began writing these letters to you, and then later, I began recording them on CDs instead. Something about having a saved audio file made me feel better. At first I planned to send them to you, but I soon realized that in these letters were all of the things I was afraid to tell you in person. Now that you're with Tasha, I think that I can rest in peace and give them to you.
The letters and CDs are numbered in chronological order. Please read/listen to them in order. There are a few without numbers. They're not as important. You can read those after.
It's okay if you throw these all out without looking at them. I just wanted you to have them.
Love,
Rose
I stared, wide-eyed, at the note and I tucked it back into the envelope and I opened the small box. A bunch of numbered envelopes and CDs in cases were inside, as Rose wrote. As she had also said, the majority were unnumbered.
I was about to open the first envelope, addressed to Dimitri Belikov in messy handwriting, when I realized that these are somewhat personal, and I should open them in private. I put the stuff back into the cardboard and brought them upstairs to my study.
I closed the door, locking it, and set the box on my desk. I sat down and took out the first letter.
