Story Tile: Just Breathe.
Disclaimer: We all love these disclaimers, no don't we? Any who; I, Do NOT own the book series "The Vampire Academy", Richelle Mead does. I do own a few people I created for this story though.
Summery: A figure moved closer "The past, present and future. All very fragile things. One twist and or turn and bam; Things are messed up to hell. Be careful children. This'll be a wild ride." the girl spoke. Her black eyes shined of evil and darkness. A aura of black floated around her tiny, female frame.
Couples In Story: Dimitri/Rose | Christian/Lissa | Abe/Janine | Mikhail/Alexandra | Nicholas/Jessica | Someone/Elena | Andre/Melissa
Chapter Two: Silent Hope.
Vladimir Academy.
Dorm Room of Elena Belikova.
2:00 Am.
Elena sat on her bed in grey sweat pants and a black V neck tank top. The rims of her black silk bra poked through the top just a touch. Her dark brown hair tickled the back of her neck. Her melted chocolate brown eyes looked sleepy, hazed with day dreaming and thoughts of Raiden. The seventeen year old female rolled off her bed when a knock came to her door. She padded her way over to the door, flicked the lock to the right and came face to face with her parents; The younger ones from the past that was. Behind them was Andre and Lillian. She allowed them to come in. Dimitri stood near the door, years of being a dhampir trainer showing as he stood, not moving a single muscle. Rose sat in a chair next to the door's left hand side corner. Lillian sat on the bed next to Andre, her older brother.
Lillian spoke softly to Elena who just rested her head on her best friends shoulder. Next to Lillian's light blonde hair, Elena's looked almost jet midnight black.
It was Rose who spoke first. "Who is Raiden Naluoshinozva and why is he so important?" she asked at last.
Elena looked up, fear and worry crossing the teenage girls face. "We-We don't get along. He was with his father, Stefan on a 'work' trip meaning they would kill someone. He was in Russia and I was visiting my aunts. We crossed paths and he took a liking to me. One month later sparks has started flying and we went on a couple dates. This was before I found out what his father did in his line of 'work'. I then rejected him. He didn't take that too well." she said before lifted the edge of her tank top up about four inches to just above her belly button. There lay a smooth, silver white as moonlight scar, on her left side above her pelvic bone. About five inches long and 1/5th a inch think.
Rose and Dimitri's eyes got wide. Dimitri's fist clenched in anger. He may not know this girl who was said to be his future daughter but any man who hurt a lady that way made the twenty four year old mad as a fucking bull.
"What happened after eh, that?" Rose asked, nodding to the girls scar on her smooth as milk and soft as silk skin. "My oldest brother, Nicholas beat him up and he left Russia for good." she said. Rose paused "How old is Nicholas?" she asked.
Elena looked up before she paused and answered her. "Twenty One. Alexander is twenty and Tristan is eighteen. I just turned 17 last month. And Zasha is almost 15." she said softly.
Elena sighed and checked her watch before she gasp "Shit! I have a private training session with Micah." the teenage girl breathed out. She grabbed her tennis shoes, shoved her size seven feet in them, fast, sloppy and lazy she tried the black silver and red rimmed shoe laces in a large, double tied bow with a triple under knot to keep them in place.
Elena took off running down the hallway, Lillian following after her best friend since her dorm room was in the next hallway over anyhow. Rose and Dimitri turned to eye each other, shock, worry and love covering the adults faces.
Rose paused then looked at Andre who was busy texting away on his cell phone. "Who's Micah?" Rose asked the blond teenage male.
Andre looked up at her and laughed for a second "Her training teacher. Mr. Trazoylena." he said.
Rose paused before something came to mind. The way she touched her teacher when they showed the kids some moves in gym class. The way her eyes shined when she saw and spoke to him. Oh shit. "Oh she is so my kid." she said, hiding her face in her hands to stop from laughing. Much like herself, her 17 year old daughter had a crush on her older teenager.
Elena rushed into gym, came to a sudden halt and almost smashed right into her six foot five teacher, Micah Trazoylena. His brown eyes shined with laughter at the hyper, jumpy teenage habits she was showing. The brown haired, pale skinned man's hands flew to her shoulders, keeping her from almost falling over. Elena's eyes got wide. Oh god they were so close. And he was so strong. And damn he smelled good. All man like with a touch of after shave or something. Maybe his shampoo? She didn't know and didn't care that much.
Micah rose an eyebrow at her "Do you always run to class like this when you are eh running late, Elena?" he asked, his Russian accent peaking through at a few words. No much was known about Micah other then he was twenty years old. Born and raised in Russia before he got moved here last month from his old school in Russia. She knew he had two younger sisters and a niece named Allison. He had brown eyes, dark brown hair and stood at an even six feet and five inches and a half tall. He only wore his leather duster jacket when it was snowing outside in the fall and winter and he liked lemon tea hot. That was pretty much all she had come to learn in the past few months she'd been working with Micah.
A pretty yet warm tone pink, red and orange blush tinged the seventeen year old girls cheeks. She bit her plump, orange and pink colored bottom lips and looked up at Micah, lust filling her eyes.
Elena set her bag down and stretched for a few minutes before she and Micah worked on back flips, kicks and blocking with her arms, hands and wrists. One blow send the teenage flying backwards and forced her to land flat on her ass in the middle of the gym. She let out a yelp and Micah leaned down to help her up. She looked up at him and then without thanking at all, kissed him. The Russian's body froze with shock before his left hand worked it's way before her back and rested on the small of her back, his other hand behind her neck. He pulled back. "Elena!" the Russian spat out.
"We-We can't do this, Elena." he spoke again, his accent forcing his words to almost come out not understandable.
"Прости!" The teenage said before backing away.
Elena then grabbed on his arm, her word getting hazed fill with fog. "Кое-что, что-то не так." she spoke In Russian again before passing out. Her world going dark. The last thing she heard was Micah yelling her name at her.
AN: I would have added the car crash and fight scenes in this chapter but it would have made this just way too fucking long. Over 3000, 4000 or even 5000 words long. Who would make a better match for Elena? Micah or Raiden? Love/hate or be just like her mother, Rose? Fall for her enemy or her forbidden teacher? Review. All reviews make me happy. Oh and once again;
Кое-что, что-то не так.
Means "Something, Something is wrong."
And Прости!
Means "I'm Sorry!" All are Russian words.
