Hey, Dbrooklyn here. This is my first story EVER okay, hah yeah just a bit nervous uploading this. I'm not sure if you guys will like it. I've been reading on here for a while and I finally convinced myself to start typing mine up. So tell me if its good, bad, needs improvements? Right, enough blabbing – REEEAD (:
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I will never ever ever own Vampire Academy, nor its characters, much to my dismay (Insert really sad face). But nevertheless, the torture I put them through, is my fault, and mine alone.
We've been on the run for just over 5 months now. It only seems like yesterday when Andre and I escaped St. Vladamirs in the middle of the Moroi night, by compelling the guards to fall asleep and forget they had ever seen us. I'm still not sure how strong his compulsion is, or if it had worked well enough back at school for them to actually forget us leaving, but so far so good right? The only doubt I have in my mind is of my guarding skills. Sure, back at school I was known as a god, and that I was the top of my classes, but that didn't mean I wouldn't hesitate in the real world and fail Andre. I have to protect him. They come first had been drilled into my mind the moment I started school.
We've been staying at a community college in Seattle for about 2 of the 5 months now. Every couple or so weeks at the start of our 'holiday' we moved towns so they wouldn't find us and drag our asses back. At first, we stayed in Portland in some run down hotel. But it turned out we were being tracked. We were out one night – like the actual night, bad on my part, but we were in desperate need of some blood – and you know how animals hate my race? Well this dog came and was all lovey-dovey towards me. To say I was a bit freaked out was an understatement. But suddenly everything all snapped together when its mouth opened and a pair of long, protruding fangs bit into my arm so deep I wouldn't have been surprised if they came out the other side. Psi-hounds. They only answered to Moroi, and they weren't that common, so yeah, I was completely caught off guard. After about 10 minutes of fighting with the animal I eventually mustered up my remaining energy and attacked at full speed, breaking its neck. Dead. Score one for the Russian bad-ass.
Did I forget to mention that I was Russian? Well my family and I moved here from Russia when I was 12 years old, whereas my sisters Karolina, Sonya and Viktoria were 16, 14 and 11. Our father, if you would even call him that, did some pretty horrible things to my mother and I guess she finally stood up for herself. One day when my sisters and I arrived home from a normal human school we found all of our belongings packed in what seemed like a thousand cardboard boxes that were being loaded into a moving van. From there we drove to the airport and boarded a private jet that was owned by a family friend of ours that also happened to be a Moroi. We called him Zmey behind his back, translating to 'snake' in Russian. Everybody knew he didn't have a soft anything in his body, and that he was a kneecap breaker, but when it involved my family he would drop anything to help. Once Mama told him what happened, just like that he flew us off to St. Vladamirs in Montana to start fresh.
That's when my troubles began. In every school there is that unspoken rule of fitting in and if you aren't devastatingly gorgeous or sexy, you're a nobody. Same rules applied here, except it was if you weren't a Royal, with the exception of the Ozera line, then you shut up and sit in a corner for the rest of your miserable schooling. At first, nobody talked to my family and I so we made our own group and avoided as much human –Moroi and dhampir – contact as possible. The first to make friends was Viktoria, at 7 you don't really know about the dramas of school so she was welcomed with wide arms in the first week we were there. Eventually everybody but me had a group to sit with, and even at the age of 9, it still hurt a hell of a lot. I think I was sitting in art when this girl, my age more or less, with long brown hair came and sat next to me with the biggest goddamned smirk on her face. I looked over to where she was smirking and there stood this red haired, freckle faced boy that had the exact same facial expression. You'd think they were related because of that mirror image smile, but their hair and eye colour wastoo drastic for them to have come from the same family.
"Hi, I'm Rose Hathaway and that's Mase, and if you want to stay in our good books you better not mess with us, or face the wrath of Peanut Butter" She lifted up one arm to show off her almost non-existent muscle. "and Jelly", she said as she lifted up her other arm in the same position. I almost peed myself laughing when she said that. For one, what the hell was peanut butter and jelly? And why was she threatening me when I could have easily taken her on. If we both stood up I could have easily towered over her short frame. I received a glare from her and that boy on the other side of the room and shrunk back into my seat, suddenly afraid of them.
"Rosie, don't be so mean all the time. Never going to get a boyfriend with that attitude", a voice from behind Rose spoke. She rolled her eyes and turned towards this petitegirl with mid length blonde hair and jade green eyes. I recognised her as a Dragomir, we still knew our royal lines and what features they had. And even though we lived in another country, we didn't live under a rock.
"God Lissy-poo, calm down. I was just talking to umm... what's your name Comrade?" Rose asked me, still glaring at this 'Lissy-poo' girl. What the hell kind of a name was 'Comrade'? When I didn't respond right away she stared at me, probably wondering if I was mentally retarded or something. I felt my cheeks flush and I spoke in the tiniest voice I've ever heard come out of my mouth.
"D-Dimitri Belikov, my names Dimitri Belikov". I managed to stammer out that much before the teacher, Guardian Alto, came over and yelled at Rose for disrupting the class even though she wasn't talking. This teacher must have had it in for her.
That's my first memory of Rose Hathaway, Vasilisa Dragomir and Mason Ashford I have. I met Andre Dragomir that same day when Vasilissa invited me to have lunch at their table. This earned her a glare from both Rose and Mason but she seemed to not notice, or if she did she would crack a hissy with them when I was gone. Andre looked a lot like Lissa, with the same hair and eye colour, but he had his hair gelled up in neat little spikes and had mature features that were masculine enough to suit a 15 year old. Turns out Andre and Lissa were twins, and they were the last two remaining Dragomirs, after their mother and father died in a car crash 3 years ago. Although they would be missing their parents a hell of a lot, they had no signs of grief or anything really on their faces except for that same smirk it seemed everyone wore at the table. 'Everyone' included Rose, Lissa, Mason, Andre, some boy named Eddie Castile, Meredith and Christian Ozera. I was kind of surprised the Dragomirs would be associating with an Ozera, due to obvious reasons, but it didn't seem to faze them. The group accepted me more than willingly, except for Rose and Mason, but hey, you can't please them all. These kids turned out to be the most amazing people I'd ever met, excluding my family and even thinking about them made my heart ache in a weird way. They'd become a part of my family in my 4 years of staying at St. Vlad's and Andre and I were like brothers, just like how Lissa and Rose were un-biological sisters.
It was currently snowing outside in Seattle, and all nightclasses had been called off across the street. The dorm Andre and I live in was shared with one other person. He was attending a different junior college about 20 minutes away and he often stayed at a mate's house during the week so we barely saw him. That was fine with us, he wasn't very social anyways. Obviously, we stuck to our vampire schedule and attended night classes, and because they were cancelled we decided to hit the gym in the mall just down the street, despite the schools warning for us not to leave the dormitories. I've been trying to keep Andre fit – not that he would be fighting future strigoi or anything- so that if we came face to face with an undead pain in my ass we could make a run for it, and he wouldn't be slowing us down. Before making it to the malls gym we walked past a local pub to get Andre a quick drink –of blood. We don't go in, but we wait outside for someone who's almost at the point of passing out to stumble out of the pub so Andre can, for lack of better words 'Snatch, eat, erase', made famous by the one and only Damon Salvatore. Ugh speaking of those 'vampires', who the hell makes up those ridiculous ideas about our kind? Vampire Diaries at least get parts of our powers right with compulsion and having this weird feeling of being drawn to us, but Twilight did us no justice what so ever.
We ended up waiting at the bar for about half an hour before a trashy blonde pretty much fell onto the door, pushing it open. This was our chance. As soon as she walked outside myself and Andre walked past and 'accidently' bumped into her, causing her to drop her bag. Then we acted like the true gentlemen we really were behind our bad-ass façade and helped her retrieve all of her belongings.
"Oh I'm so sorry! Not to mention clumsy. Are you okay gorgeous?" Andre asked. She barely acknowledged his compliment and apology and stood up to leave once we handed her things back. The lady looked up at us for the first time, and noticing our charming looks she must have been taken aback because she gave us her best version of a man-eater smile that looked more like a goofy grin in her drunken state. That man-eater smile had absolutely nothing on Rose's. Even when Rose was out-of-this-world-drunk her smile still made the boys' legs turn to jelly.
"I'm fine, thank you" she replied kind of seductively, it was highly amusing given the fact that her words came out like garbled mush. If it weren't for our super hearing we probably wouldn't have understood a word of it. Now it was my turn to talk, my accent did the trick at getting girls to swoon all over me.
"If you'd like we could walk you to where you're headed. I don't think you could walk much longer in those heels anyway. Not to mention it's almost 3am and there are creeps out at this time of night'.
I think I convinced her to come with us because she suddenly linked her arm around Andres and walked with us.
"I'm Brittany by the way. Who are you? And how old are you? You both look too young to be hanging around a pub.", she asked as we walked past the opening of an alleyway. We knew this part of town well, and this is where we stopped to 'snatch, eat, erase'.
"I'm Kyle Smith, and this tall Russian next to me is Ryleigh Christianson, we're both 17, and right now, you're going to stand there looking pretty, not say a word and let me have a drink." Andre replied, pulling her deep into the shadows of the tall buildings in the alleyway, compelling her. This part always repulsed me, no matter how many times I've watched it happen. There was no fear in her eyes as Andre bit down into her neck and drank. Once he'd been satisfied he healed her wounds and compelled her to forget what happened, that she lost her way and she's going to go home and sleep.
We made it to the gym within the next 10 minutes and headed straight for the food court. What can I say; he had his feed, now it was my turn. I went into a 24 hour café and bought a donut and coffee, while Andre bought some mineral water. We headed down the escalators to this sort of secret ground floor that was set up like recreational centre. There was equipment on one side of the room, next to the multiple exercise machines. The other side had mats lying all over the floor in neat rows with a mirror stretched along the wall; I think that was for yoga. Off to the side there was a door frame with thick plastic strips hanging from the top all the way to the ground. That was where we were headed. Inside there was a pool and a small running track. The pool was about 50m long, and the track circled the pool, so it was about 200m long, give or take. This place was huge, but you wouldn't have thought that with the size of the shop floor. This was after all a secret underground hideout. We finished working out at around 5:30am, so we were there for about 2 hours just running and doing laps in the pool, until Andre's string of complaints never ended.
"Dimitri when can we stop? Dimkaaaaa pleeeeeease can we just go now? Why don't we stop running Dimmy, I'm so tired! DIMITRI BELIKOV! I order you to stop whatever the fuck you are doing and get out of the pool this instant, I'm cold and tired, and I want my goddamned bed!" was all I had been hearing for the past half an hour before I decided to respect his wishes – unfortunately – and lead him home. We had just headed into the food court that had a door leading to the front of the mall in the direction of our dorm when we heard a shaky gasp come from behind us. Shit! Why hadn't I been on my game and checked the area out?
"ANDRE!" screamed a voice from behind us. We both froze of the spot. I hadn't heard that voice in months, ever since she attempted to dream walk with me and squeeze me for information on our whereabouts.
To say we were fucked was an understatement.
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