Title- Criminal
Author- Stacie C.
Disclaimer- I do not own the Vampire Academy Series or anything related to the series. This is purely for entertainment and nothing else.
Summary- Tasha Ozera is imprisoned for murder. This is her experience.
Author's Notes- This is set right after Last Sacrifice.
Feedback- Is appreciated.
Author's Notes- This was originally going to be a one-shot between Tasha and Dimitri, but I could not get this idea out of my head, no matter how much I tried. So, here it is. I;m not sure where this story is going or where it will end up, but I hope those of you that read it will enjoy it. Also, the original Dimitri and Tasha chapter will be back up, eventually. (Also, thanks for all the feedback on the original chapter, it helped to fuel my muse and ideas so, so much!)
Tasha Ozera was unable to sleep.
That, however, was the least of her problems at the moment.
After the...unpleasantness and chaos of what had happened during Council, Tasha had been overtaken and swept up by several Guardians like a helpless rag-doll. Her weapon of choice, a gun, had been wrestled out of her hands forcefully and she had been tackled to the ground like a common criminal. Which, unfortunately, was the truth. Tasha remembered struggling unwisely and screaming at the top of her lungs. She didn't remember quite what she had said, only the panicked anger and pure denial at the whole situation.
The screams and cries of her fellow Moroi rang in her ears as the Guardians subdued and restrained her. Tasha wanted to laugh at the fear of her people. They were afraid...of her. Since Moira and Lucas had willingly turned, Tasha's fellow people had been suspicious and weary of her mere presence. It seemed laughable that their ugly, distrustful thoughts were finally proven right. For many years, she had been seen as a danger to her people.
As she now was.
No words were exchanged between the Guardians that were restraining her. They seemed to act as one force, moving and communicating silently. Tasha felt a strong pressure on the side of her neck and fell silent and limo as she fell unconscious.
Tasha did not know how long had passed between that moment and now. She had woken up alone in a cell far below the Courts ground some time ago. She was able to see several guards posted out and around her cell and try as she might, none of them would speak to her.
"I would like my lawyer."
She had repeated that phrase several time now and still she was met with no response. Reluctantly, she had slumped onto the uncomfortable cot and gazed about her surroundings. Dreary off white walls, fluorescent lighting, and this lumpy, sterile cot she now lay upon. Tasha resigned herself to the fact that she was going to be here for the foreseeable future, at least until she was able to talk to a lawyer, and closed her eyes.