I just hope you like it. I don't own Vampire Academy or the other books in the saga. A quick run-through of the character. She's a sixteen year old girl who isn't dhampir nor Moroi. She has the elemental powers like a Moroi, but instead of one, she has three, fire, water, and spirit. But she has the strength of a dhampir, so please enjoy.
I awoke to the sound of my annoying alarm clock, groaning as I hit the Alrm. off button. Back to another day of St. Vladimirs school for vampires. Yipee.
Sighing, I dragged myself out of the coziness of my bed, searching for some clothes to wear. I decided to go with a green and black tank-top with a black shawl draped over my shoulders. I slipped on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans with white and black tennis shoes.
"Hey, hurry up Amaya," called a voice from outside my door. One of the Moroi princesses, Vasilisa, but everyone except the mentors and principle called her Lissa.
"Hold on," I called back, running to my mirror and yanking the brush through my hair. I put on a bit of light blue eyeshadow on to make my sapphire blue eyes more noticable. A bit of deotergent and I was ready, rushing out my dorm and closing the door.
"You really need to set your alarm for an earlyer time," Lissa said. I just crossed my arms and chuckled.
"I make it on time don't I?" I asked her. She nodded, laughing herself. We stopped infront of Rose's dorm, hearing snoring, "Rose, you up?"
"Huh? Oh, uh yeah," Rose called back. I chuckled, she just woke up. A few moments she came out the door, and I noticed a new bandage on the back of her neck.
"More Strigoi?" I guessed.
"Yeah, but only one," she pouted.
"Be proud, one of those damn things are hard to kill," I told her with a smile. Rose just grumbled something and walked off. Lissa and I followed, me unfortunatly having to go to culinary science with Christian. Oh joy.
"Amaya," Eddie called from the intersection I was about to walk through.
"Hi Eddie," I greeted, kissing his cheek. We had been going out even before his best friend, Mason, had been killed by Strigoi. He was only seventeen, about half a year older than I was. Eddie chuckled, apparently what I do amuses him.
"Oh, damn. I gotta go," he said, separating himself from me, turning and walking off. He called over his shoulders, "love you."
"Love you too," I called back, rushing to class. The mentor had just called my name when I walked in the door, "here."
"Okay, now sit down," she said, waving for me to sit next to Christian. Again, oh joy. I sat next to him, looking at the mentor, sighing as we went over how to make gumdrop cookies.
While she was talking to the class, I was thinking about a name for my species. I tried Morir, but that sounded incredibly stupid. I could imagine walking up to someone saying, 'Hi, my name is Amaya, the Morir,' and them cracking up. When I finally came out of my mind, I saw people working on their cookies, so I started as well. I began to slice the fruit slice gumdrops when Alberta called me.
"Amaya, may I speak with you?" she asked, poking her head from the doorway. I nodded, wiping my hands with a paper towel and joining her in the hall.
"You wanted to speak with me?" I asked, shutting the door.
"This coming event, the field test, you will be assigned as a Guardian," she explained. I nodded, but it figured. Though I was also partially Moroi-and a Moroi princess at that- I also was partially dhampir. Plus, it seemed they were a tad short on Guardians.
"Yes ma'am," I said as she turned to leave. Jeez, people can really annoy you. I went back into the classroom to finish my cookies, since I wasn't even halfway through with them.
"So what did she want?" Christian asked, passing behind be with a bowl.
"Nothing in particular. All she said was that I'm going to be a Guardian during the field event," I told him, continuing with the gumdrops. As I cut, I noticed how Christian was staring at me. When I glanced at him, I was an idiot to keep cutting, and accidently cut my finger, "Oh, damn it."
Christian was getting a wet paper towel as soon as I had said 'Oh' and was pressing it on my bleeding finger.
Christian's POV
I was staring at Amaya, not really knowing why. She glanced at me and cut her finger, dropping the knife.
"Oh, damn it," she muttered, putting her finger to her mouth. I got up, wetting a paper towel and pressing her finger to it. She looked at me with surprise, and I noticed my hand on hers.