This will be a very short part from Adrian's POV. The part after this will be longer, I can promise that, but it will be from someone else's POV and it takes place about six months after the attack, so Lissa has graduated.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the Vampire Academy Series, Except for a water bottle and my made up character that you will meet

Adrian's Point of view

She's gone now. That's all there is to it. I couldn't do anything to stop her from leaving. She loved him more than me. That was obvious. Nothing I did for her worked; the flirting, the flowers, the perfumes. None of it ever did, even when I thought it would.

She never truly loved me. I'm sure she barely even liked me. Now she just walked out my door with my money. I very much knew that she just used my love for her to get what she needed. Somewhere deep down, I only hoped it wasn't a lie, that she would actually and willingly give me a chance.

I plopped down on the recliner and picked up the vodka I had previously set aside. Before I could take a sip, gulp or chug out of the half empty bottle, I stared at it. Adrian. You are an idiot. What is this going to do? I yelled at myself mentally, it will make the pain go away. It will make her go away. Nothing better than the feeling of disorientation. Who cares if my liver gives out on me one day? I don't.

I threw the bottle at the wall, Glass shards scattered across the floor around it. Vodka splattered across and dripped down the wall. I got up and walked over to it, looking down at the mess. Life couldn't get any better now, could it?

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Someone else's point of view:

I looked into my mirror on my wall. My silk, black hair fell down my back and over my shoulders, naturally straight. My skin was pale like any other Moroi. My crystal blue eyes stared at me. I looked like an Ozera, like my grandmother and mother. People often called me the Beautiful Zeklos because of my rare looks. If you asked me, I looked like any other Moroi in this world, aside from my height, I am only 5'5".

For the time being, I was living in the place I've lived all my life, except for the academy not far from me. Our home was in the mountains of Minnesota and was surrounded by forest and, in the winter and parts of fall, snow. The house was a fairly large one story home. There were six bedrooms and three or four bathrooms along with two kitchens, a feeding room (feeders were brought daily to me from somewhere, I just never wanted to ask about it), and a separate green house where my and Momma's garden was. My room was completely packed away and off to a new place. All left of it was my mirror and my bare bed.

I have an oddity to me. I haven't specialized in any of the four elements, but a rare one they call spirit now. My mother, I now realize, had also specialized there. Regardless, I was asked by the queen to join her nephew and the Dragomir Princess into further research. All I could do is move things mentally and use very heavy compulsion. That came to my use a lot.

I was always surrounded by the slutty stuck-up royals and was expected by them to be them. Never once did I join in on the 'fun' by drinking, having sex, doing drugs, or anything else they found rebellious. I was quiet and kept a lot to myself, smiling here and there when I found that it would be necessary. Whenever they'd try and talk my into something, my compulsion came into hand and they would just go away. School, I guess, had that effect on me.

My parents were nothing like the average Moroi parents. My parents were kind-hearted. They were able to make me laugh at jokes. They gave me attention. Not attention like most Moroi would want, but my parents made me feel loved and well cared for. That doesn't really matter now. They are dead. I got front row seats to watch it happen too! I witnessed their death when I was thirteen. I was surprised when the red eyed monsters just smiled and left me as I stood there, wide-eyed and shocked.

"Natalya!" My guardian knocked on the bedroom door before dipping her head in, "The pilot wants to know when you will be ready to leave." Alex was a good guardian. She had been more like an aunt to me since after my parents' death. She blamed herself for the cause. I never had.

I looked once more at my reflection. I was wearing my white dress with black embroidery and red, two inch heels. I looked back at the woman standing at my doorway. "I'll be out there in thirty minutes." She bowed her head and left the room.

My bed was stripped of its sheets, pillows and blankets. I sat down on it dismally stretching over to my 'secret' drawer my mother had made there. When I opened it, I reached my hand inside, pulling out a velvet-covered purple journal. This was one of three I kept, seeing that my other two were completely full of my writings and drawings. I put the Diary in the bag I had next to my bed, got up, and headed outside.

The walk to my parents' airstrip was only fifteen minutes away from the house. I looked back at my home. It would be a long time before I get to see the place again. I'd get to come back to it just as I had left it today. I turned in the direction of the jet. Alex smiled at me, "Are you ready to leave now, Talya?" She used one of my nicknames.

I nodded giving her the same smile. We walked through the woods that surrounded our home. "Where will you stay at the Court?" I asked her, breaking the silence between us.

"Where you will be staying," she answered. "It's a two room, what are they called… apartment in a way." We continued walking. "Is that all?"

"Yes," I nodded. I never liked it when Alex was too far away from me. It was uncomfortable and gave me an unsafe feeling. Back at home, she was in the room right across from mine. At the school, she shared my dorm room with me. She does whatever she can to make me feel safe, and I respect and care for her deeply for it.

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The pilot greeted us as we came to the clearing. He was an average height dhampir with dark blonde hair and deep brown eyes. I nodded my head and smiled courteously before boarding the jet. The flight was about two hours; Long enough for me to fall asleep.

I was standing in a garden, the kind you would expect a four year old would share with her mother. In fact, that was exactly what it was. This place looked so familiar. I had to know it from somewhere. The question was: Where?

I walked by the small rows of flowers and vegetables. Under the lights around the trees surrounding the area was a little girl with a ponytail tied loosely at the nape of her neck. Her hair was long for her age. This couldn't be me, could it? Sitting next to the girl was a woman with the same black hair that was barely passed her shoulders. The two of them giggled and pointed out their favorite flowers. The girl pointed to the red carnations. This was my mother and I.

My younger self turned her head around and motioned me to join them. My mother, at the time twenty-six, turned as well. She looked pleasant and smiled at me. I stepped forward towards them, sitting between the two smiling at them. My mother wrapped her arm around me. "I am so proud of you," she whispered.

"Which ones are your favorite?" My younger self asked me, looking at our flowers.

"I like those ones," I pointed to the red carnations.

The little girl smiled at me, "Me too!"

I woke up. My dream was pleasant. My mother had visited me once more from the afterlife. Every once in a while, she visited me in my dreams. I hated waking up from them.

Alex came to my side. She looked down at me from where she stood, "We are here, Natalya."

I looked out my window. We had arrived at the Royal Court.