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P.s Here is a chapter I whipped up, then baked and iced for all you readers.
I am also using google translator.
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Academy or any of the character.
Chapter two
It's only been 5 years since I heard the words "Guardian Hathaway has been found not guilty."
You might ask why I was shocked at the time.
It was the fact that I was "Guardian Hathaway" at first anyway. Then it sunk in that I was "Not Guilty".
The badass within me would survive yet another day.
Then I sort of passed out. And had to be carried away, by the great Janine Hathaway,
Maybe not my most shining moment ever.
But that was the day I released that I wasn't meant to protect the Selfish Dragomir.
(It wasn't my destiny. I didn't know what was, but I knew that when it came around it would feel right.)
I mean Queen Vasilisa. Yes my old buddy. Was now the Queen of the Moroi and Dhampir world.
Only because I found her long lost step-sister. Little Jailbait. Who would have guessed?
Well me… of course.
Maybe I should mention I got the help of the deceased Queen, Tatiana. Her ghost told me all the information. When I say that I saw her ghost I sound really crazy but I'm not. Well maybe I sort of am, but not in the way you are thinking.
Any Lissa doesn't know I was the one who sent Jailbait to her.
And she won't ever find out.
Anyway today was yet another day in the life of Rosemarie Hathaway-Mazur.
What a mouthful. So normally I am known as Rose or the 'The Machine'.
Yeh…. yeh I know not exactly original or exciting. I sound like a blender or a popcorn maker.
But the clever part is everyone assumes that 'The Machine' is a man.
I can vouch that I am female . Ok….
I'm not going to prove it. You just have to trust Rose and not 'The Machine'.
Anyway today is the 5th birthday of the 'The Machine'.
Only 4 people other than myself know. People I trust with my life.
My baba.
Mother Hathaway.
Yeva Belikov
And Luke.
You may have had to blink your eyes a few times, to check to see if you saw the third name right.
But you did. And now is not the time to explain.
I just woke up from a wonderful. Ok I'm lying .
I have slept for 2 hours.
Since I left the court I haven't had more than 4 hours straight, of non-interrupted slumber, i.e. Sleep.
Because of the nightmare.
That one nightmare, which causes me sleepless days, nights, months and years.
After crawling out of my bed and the warmth in it, in a worst mood then when I got in it.
I waddled to my en-suite bathroom.
I looked down at might hip and saw a huge purplish bruise. I couldn't remember what I had done to cause something like that.
Anyway after a hot steaming shower.
I got changed into my skin-tight leather trousers. And a ribbed black vest with my leather biker styled jacket. And to finish of the look my black biker books with buckles.
And my hair in a high slick ponytail.
All my clothing had secret compartments for guns and stakes and some other emergency equipment ranging from lip-gloss to special strigoi killing darts.
All designed by myself.
I quickly glanced in the mirror and left my room.
I looked at the stairs. And quickly came to the conclusion, that there was to many to walk down, so instead I climbed the barrier and jumped the two-flights of stairs. Landing in a crouching position.
I heard a scream and gasp that sounded all too familiar.
I turned round to find nobody standing their. I quickly searched the bottom level of the house.
Then it clicked in the mind, I had let my mental block from the bond slip.
I fought with myself mentally till I decided to quickly check on her.
I felt the all too familiar suction.
I could see through Lissa's eyes so clearly like it was my own.
But she wasn't at court.
She was in Siberia specifically, Baia.
With the Belikov's.
Yeva was shouting at Dimitri in Russian it took me a second to translate.
Yevawassaying "Выглупый, глупый мальчик. Почемуты ненашел еееще. Онапрямоподносом. Дурак."
(You stupid, stupid boy. Why haven't you found her yet? She is right under your nose. You fool.)
She then proceeded to slap the back of his head really hard. Especially for such a small woman.
He who shall not be named looked stunned.
Ha bet he wasn't expecting that.
He replied to his Grandmother saying "Былолиувасзрение?Количество...Подождите, подождитевызнаете, где она. Бабушкапожалуйста, сообщите мне."
(Did you have a vision? No... wait, wait you know where she is. Grandmother please tell me.)
Yeva just nodded her head in confirmation that I was in contact.
Yeva looked straight at Lissa.
Lissa squirmed.
Yeva looked straight through Lissa eyes to my own and spoke in Russian to me.
"Мне жаль,моя внучка. Нопришло время, что выобнаружили. Вы нуждаетесь в нихстолько, сколько онинужны. Ядамодинключ."
(I am sorry my Granddaughter. But it is time that you are found. You need them as much as they need you. I shall give them one clue only.)
Yeva stepped back towards the door and spoke in English for the first time since the arrival of the gang.
"Seek her family origin and there she shall lie within the heart of it."
Lissa straight away screamed out Scotland.
God that girl can't half screech, bats will be following her around soon.
Dimitri spoke "No, she's in Turkey. I know it. I can almost feel her."
He looked Lissa in the eyes and spoke. "I know you are listening Roza. I will find you."
My heart fluttered with warmth.
I shouldn't be feeling this.
Then he continued by saying "I shall be seeing you soon. You need to be found for…The Queens sake."
I immediately pulled out of her head.
And there it was for 'The Queen'. Why does he keep jumping on my heart?
And why do I continually believe that he wants and loves me? Grhhh.
I was still standing in the corridor having a rant mentally with my self. If that doesn't show signs of craziness I don't know what does.
After my mental rant and of course winning with myself and coming to the conclusion that I don't have any feeling for he who shall not be named.
I decided to locate my father.
I walked through the twisting corridors of my baba's dungeons as I have named it.
But he and my mother call it home.
It's not that I don't love the house, I do… its just that there is so much badass-ness in the house it has this scary eeriness to it.
I stopped outside a large wooden door.
I knocked once and entered.
What are you surprised that I knocked? Don't be I have changed a lot.
When I entered my mum was sitting on the couch. My dad was at his desk. Behind a extremely large bundle of papers.
They both looked at me searching for something in my face.
My dad spoke one word "Yeva"
My mother giggled. She actually giggled.
Then Mother Hathaway started one of her famous lectures.
But this one was not the same "Rose what do you expect Lissa is like a sister and Belikov as much as I hate to admit it is your soul mate. I don't particularly like the man but you are meant to be together so just suck it up.
I stood shocked but I didn't show it so instead I just did what comes second nature to the Mazur's and Hathaways.
I glared, at them both.
Baba never dropped his eye contact continuing the stare-out.
But picked up a brown folder. He stretched it out towards me.
While we were staring each other out he informed me that the target total was 25 strigoi.
Simple I thought.
But then he told me the area they were in Baia.
Around the area of the Belikov's house- to be precise.
Do not get me wrong I don't want anything happening to the Belikov's. But….
This was a set up. I couldn't believe it my own family turning against me.
I snatched the folder. But I didn't look at it.
I glared at them one last time before stomping out the room and slamming the door in the process.
I heard my parents mumbling to be safe and have a good trip.
I scoffed.
They excepted me.
Me. Rose Hathaway-Mazur. To not be reckless. I'm Rose I can't help being attracted to danger or it being attracted to me. It's not my fault. Well it is sometimes.
I stomped the whole way to the basement.
I approached all the high tech gadgets on the wall.
First was voice recognition- for this I had to speak in Turkish.
Second was an eye scan machine thingy.
Third was handprint recognition.
And last to make sure everything was secure was a number input keypad.
Only I knew the date I used. I would never forget that date.
The two steel doors that hid all my gear clanged and squealed open.
I grabbed my gun holster that went across my chest. I Then placed my two guns into to they were called Death and Darkness.
Next was a spare stake that I put into my left boot- my boots had secret compartment to hold spare stakes. I already had a spare stake in my right boot and one in my leather jacket.
My gun holster went under my jacket. I was so skinny and fit these days they didn't look out of place.
Next I grabbed 26 bullets, these bullets were made by myself.
They have many ingredients including silver that when shot in to a Strigoi heart… lets juts say they become undeader.
You may also ask why I only take 26. There are 25 strigoi targets.
I have one spare incase somebody pisses me off. Or I become endangered. It's a get out cause that I have never needed to use.
I also grabbed the small shiny black compact mirror sized box. And put it in my jacket pocket.
I stepped back Zipping up my leather jacket.
I pressed the keypad.
The steel doors clamped shut.
I felt two warm tanned arms hug me from behind.
I turned round and hugged the 6ft8 giant, holding me tightly.
I pulled my head back slightly to look in the green eyes that I trusted and loved so much.
His short black hair was in a stickey-outey style.
But I knew it was composed of him just rolling out of bed.
He was staring deep into my eyes searching for my reaction to the earlier news.
I nodded my head to let him know I was okay.
He shook his head.
That wonderful smile creeping across his face. He knew me too well.
I was freaking out.
He spoke in his gentle Greek accent "You ready to go?"
I nodded.
He took my hand intertwining our fingers. All I could think about was how warm his hand was.
My heart fluttered slightly.
We both in sync started walking towards our private mission plane.
We sat down in two conjoining seats and buckled our belts.
A few minutes later the pilot informed us that we were ready for take-off.
I slumped in my seat and rested my head against this Greek hotties shoulder.
He studied my face again for the second time in a few minutes. He leant down and gentley kissed my forehead.
I smiled. Which was a rarity for me. I started to yawn, knowing if I fell asleep it would be peaceful with this man beside me. He seemed to fix everything.
I yawned again thinking about the long journey ahead from Turkey to Baia.
My eyes started to flutter shut. I mumbled….. "You're the best Lukey Boy".
His arms wrapped around me hugging me tightly.
He whispered back in his own native tongue "Κοιμούνται λίγο Ρόζι μου. Θα σας προστατεύσει. Έχετε γλυκά όνειρα, αγάπη μου."
(Sleep my little Rosie. I will protect you. Have sweet dreams, my love.)
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