Hey guys! Miss me? Okay for those of you who haven't read 'Some Things Never Die', I suggest you do so before continuing on here. 'Cause this is the sequel to that story! For those of you who have, welcome back to my life!
Everything will be explained in the first few chapters, as to where this story is going. There will be multiple POV's, so just give it a chance. Okay, on with the story!
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~Carmen
Dimi POV
"Andy, …Andy wait up," I was running to catch up to her. She finally slowed down, so I could match her longer strides. My dad may be 6'7, but I definitely took my height after my mom. "You know, for a Moroi, you can move your ass fairly fast." She huffed at my comment. I fell into step beside her.
"God, I hate my mom," she declared.
"What? No you don't. What happen now?"
"She acts like a fucking saint all the time. It pisses me the hell off. Why cant she just let her hair down every now and then? Would it kill her, Dimi?" Andy was rolling her eyes and flinging her arms wildly. I had to duck to keep from getting hit. Andy, well, Andrea, was my sorta cousin. She is my mom's best friends daughter. My Aunt Lissa.
"Chill, Andy. What happen now? Having to go to a royal function again?" I gave a soft chuckle, and in returned, earned a glare from her.
She came to an abrupt halt, "Well of course. God forbid I miss one. She can leave me here at the academy with you guys. Aunt Rose wouldn't let anything happen to me," she stomped her feet, and crossed her arms.
I laughed at her once again, "You look like a toddler when you do that, ya know." she narrowed her eyes at me, and grimaced. I threw my hands up in front of me, "Okay, okay. I'll tell my mom to ask her to let you stay here. Maybe she can tell Aunt Lissa that you need more combat time." Just then, Sierra walked past us, Andy already seeing her approach, narrowed her eyes at her, and hissed. Actually hissed at her.
Sierra Conta, the biggest, most spoiled bitch at our school, had it out for Andy and myself. She was also the biggest skank. She had slept with more than half the guys our age, and was moving on to the younger guys, say like Andre. Andy and I, had had our fair share of fights with this girl. She didnt know when to leave well enough alone. I knew Andy would snap one day, and kill the bitch. And that day just might be today. I saw the dangerous glint shining in Andy's eye's, and I wanted to be ready incase she lost it.
"Awe, what now Andrea? Cant go on a shopping trip?" she was talking in a baby tone. I caught Andy balling her fist, ready to pounce. Not good. Andy cant afford another fight this week. The last one was only yesterday. Aunt Lissa had a hell'va time talking the Headmaster outta expelling her.
"Leave, Sierra. Now! If you know wha…" my warning came a little too late. Andy lunged for her, and tackled her before I could grab her.
The two girls were rolling on the ground, Andy on top. She had Sierra saddled under her, trying to cover her heavily made-up face. Andy was pummeling her, blow after blow. Fist connecting solidly with every punch. I was pretty sure I heard a bone break. All Sierra could do was squeal in horror. Moroi aren't made for physical battles, but Andy was taking combat classes that my mom and dad taught. Uncle Chris wanted her to be able to defend herself out in the real world. The only problem with that was, Andy had a bad temper. Anything would set the girl off. And trust me, you didn't want to fuck with her. She could kick the biggest dudes ass, if need be. And on a daily basis, she thought it 'needed to be'.
I tackled, Andy. Trying my best to keep her from landing blows to the skank underneath her. No such luck. The girl was strong. So I had to resort to another tactic. Trying to talk her down.
"C'mon, Andy. Get off of her. Just walk away! Just one day I would love to go without you getting in a fight. One day! Damn, its not that big a request!" I threw all my weight behind my last shove, and finally achieved my goal. Andy and myself, came crashing down to earth. "You better get, Sierra. I don't know how long I can hold her! Hit the pavement, girl! Now! It's the only chance you're going to get. Better take it!"
Sierra made haste, as I tried to hold onto an outraged Andy. She was shaking violently. That's how pissed, or rather, how much she hated Sierra. "Calm down, girl. You need to get your shit together!" I was trying to talk some common sense into Andy, but she wasn't having it.
Andy sent one last threat Sierra's way, "One day bitch! Dimi wont always be here to protect your skanky ass! One fucking day!" Sierra hit the ground running. Once I knew she was far enough away from Andy, I released her. She sat up and crossed her legs and arms. She looked like she would explode. Or implode. Her eyes, which were normally a dark blue, were tinged in black. Like her iris's and pupils had merged.
I opened myself up to Andy's thoughts, it was some freakish power, ability if you will, that I could read others emotions. Gauge them, if their lying, angry, deceitful, so on and so forth. Not just Andy, but everyone. My mom wrote it off as a side effect of her being shadow kissed. I wasn't the only one with freaky powers, my family is the definition of 'freaky'. Aside from a dhampir-dhampir pairing and having kids, traits were passed down to my sister and I both. Randa and I could comunicate telepathically, but Randa took freaky to the next level. She could actually slow down time, and or, freeze it all together. Freeze people or objects at any given time. The only thing not to freeze, would be mom, dad and myself. My other gift besides emotional reading, was that I could levitate. Suspended in air. Comes in handy when you're in a fight. I should know. We dont know the why's or how's, but my mom said to just roll with it. We were the master's at 'rolling with it'. No one outside our family and Aunt Lissa's family knew about the powers. We were already known as freaks, just because of our parent's pairing and having kids.
Andy wasn't particularly angry at Sierra, well she was, but she was more ticked off at her mom, and Sierra was a good outlet to take her frustrations out on.
Andrea was my aunt and uncle's first child, and also my best friend. They have three, Andrea 17, Andre 15, and Talia 13. All of whom live here at the academy. Andrea, being a spirit wielder, has the most outrageous attitude, and the one to go off on someone in a blink of an eye. She doesn't give second chance's, or even a warning. When she lets go, she loses all sense of control. That's why I keep an eye on her. Not saying that I have the most wonderful temperament, but I do have Andy beat.
I stood up and waited for Andy to follow suit. I started brushing off the dirt and leaves that covered my jeans. I dared a look over at her when she didn't get up. Ah shit, I knew that look. The stubborn pig-headed, 'I'm-not-cooperating' look. I nudged her with my knee.
"C'mon girl, lets get to class. Mom will be pissed if I'm late, again. Andy? Hey Andy?" no response. I delved deeper into her emotions. Holy shit! She was having a premonition. She started convulsing, thrashing about. I hurried and flopped down beside her, so I could hold onto her till it was over. I was so glad I was here to help her. When this happens, she cant control her movements, sight, nor hearing. Normally they didn't last more than five minutes, but they have been known to go longer than that. The longest being 20 minutes. That's when they are in vivid detail.
I knew my mom would be coming any minute now. She does something like I do. Only on Andy and Aunt Lissa. But the difference with the two, my mom cant dive into Andy's head. Only what she's thinking. But Andy can keep her out. Like a door closing, she can lock her mind out to my mom. Many years of practice.
"It's okay. You're going to be okay. Just hang in there girl, only a little longer," where in the hell is my mother? It doesn't take long to get from the gym to here! She should already be here, or at least in sight.
I smoothed Andy's hair and had my arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to me. I felt over protective of her. She was my best friend after all. I loved her like a sister. We grew up together she was only a year older then me and Maranda. Maranda is my identical twin. We are polar opposites, aside from our looks. We both had our mothers hair color and height. with our father's eye color and skin color. Me being the almost level headed one, and Randa being the one to tell you how it is, how it's going to be, and how it always will be. Instead of being my twin, I think she was switched at birth, making her Andy's twin. They were two peas in one pod. I think their only ambition in life, is too kick ass on a daily basis. I took more after dad, and Randa took more after mom, in the attitude department. But I could still dish out some snide commentary, just like Randa, could chill out on occasion. Given the circumstances.
"Andy? Can you hear me?" my voice was strangled. I knew every time she had a premonition, things turned out for the worse.
RPOV
I was trying my best not to be late for my own morning class, but damn, every time I saw my husband in his boxers, it rocked my world. He was sitting at the table, with coffee and scrambled eggs in front of him. When he saw my approach, he scooted back his chair a little. I wormed my way onto his lap, sitting backwards facing him. Even sitting on his lap, with either legs wrapped around him, I still had to reach up to kiss his luscious lips.
"Mmmm, good morning, Handsome," I said in between kiss's.
He gave me a seductive grin, "I'll show you a good morning, Roza" he trailed kiss's along my neck, down to my collar bone. Softly kissing my skin, making it tingle everywhere he touched.
"Get a room, you two. Scratch that. Get a room far from me, so I don't have to hear the noises emitting from it!" Ah, Randa. My smart ass daughter. "And uh, dad? Would it kill you to close your robe? I can see your damn underwear! For Gods sake, why cant I have a normal family? Why? Or atleast one that is not soooo abnormal?" I leaned down to kiss her father passionately, making sure he knew exactly where I was going with this. As always, he knew and followed suit. Moaning a little more louder than neccesary, just so Randa would be grossed out a little. Okay, a lot. Yes, we loved to torture our girls.
"Ewwww! I'm going to have nightmares! Are you two sure you're my parents? Tell me I was adopted! Please!" Dimitri and I chuckled at our daughter, who was now rummaging through the fridge.
I looked down at my watch, shit! Five minutes before my class, and here I was making out with my husband. It only took five minutes to make it to the gym from our house. We lived on campus, but had a house since we moved here shortly after the girls were born. Lissa and Christian's house was right next door. They moved here too, with us. They both taught magic classes. Only, Christian taught offensive magic. And Lissa taught specialty classes. Dimitri and I taught combat.
We had our little happy family going on. Lissa was still on the council, she just made trips to court twice a month, for meetings. Other than that, Jill filled in for her.
"As much as I would like to sit here and gross out our daughter, I gotta get my ass in gear. I'll see you thi…" my words trailed off. Andy's emotions hit me pretty hard. She was scared, she was having a premonition. I had to get to her. I could feel Dimitri's hands on my shoulders, shaking me gently.
"Rose? Rose, what is it?" I couldn't answer him. I had to get to her.
"Andy." I breathed, then I started moving. I honed in on where she was. It was like I was a missile, and she was the intended target. I couldn't get in her head like I could Lissa, but I still could get a read on where she was if I was close enough.
I sprinted out the door, heading for Andy.
How was that for starters? I know you all have questions, but I promise you will get your answers in the up coming chapters. Just stick with me here!
Introductions to the rest of the kids will be coming up soon! So stay tuned!
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~Carmen
