So this is my first fanfic, ever! So no flames, please. But, constructive criticism is needed. The continuation of this story depends on reviews, etc. Just a carry-on of the series.
Disclaimer: If I owned Vampire Academy, I wouldn't be here *Wishful thinking*...
I KNEW EVERYONE was talking about me. It was largely because of Lissa, my best friend, but it was also because of my sparse involvement, and therefore knowledge, with word-of-mouth, or gossip.
Currently, I was in a dank, dark cell underneath the Court-not in Dimitri's (formerly: Dhampir, Strigoi my mentor and my lover) this time, but a couple of cells down from his.
I didn't touch the crappy sandwich they had given me upon arriving, since it had mould growing on the bread. It looked as if it had been taken straight out from the very back of the fridge, prepared months ago. So it looked as if I was going to have to live on my two earlier éclairs for a bit. Of course, being a gaol, the food service wasn't the worst part of being locked up.
For one, I was undeniably bored, with nothing to do but daydream, count the cracks in the walls and plan escape-which proved pointless, anyway. There was also the bond, but I still felt kind of guilty randomly invading Lissa's privacy, and besides, I could probably predict anything that was going on out there anyway. So I was annoyed that I had nothing to do-and the guardians down here with me weren't that talkative, either: I'd tried that one.
Another thing caused by being in is house of constant, silent torture, was that I felt utterly helpless about my situation. Who would have thought Rose Hathaway would be accused of murdering the Queen? Okay, I get it. Don't answer that.
Still, though, I maintained the belief that I would never actually do it. Sure, I hated the woman while she lived, but I didn't see the point in killing her off-that would just get me stuck with facing possible accusation and after that, execution.
A lot like now, actually.
The only three who knew, one hundred percent, that I didn't do it were me, the actual killer and the Queen. The decease of one of them didn't really help my case. And the fact that the second in that list was clearly out to get me.
That just left me.
The Moroi public would decide my fate. I mean, all evidence pointed to a troublesome dhampir girl. They had good reason to convict me.
So, in a nut shell, I'm screwed-and probably soon to be dead.
I'm banking on you, Abe.
Don't let me down.