Okay, so I am actually really getting into this, and it seems a lot easier (at this point) then going through VA and trying to figure out Dimitri's POV, like in my other story. Which, of course, I will be continuing, just this is faster. Right now, at least, because I have a general idea of where the story is going. Anyways, Enjoy! And I own nothing.
-GuardianRoseHathaway
Chapter Two
I lay on the bed after Alberta left, staring blankly at the ceiling. And after a few minutes of silence, I started to wish Evan was back. At least then there had been something going on.
"Tik, tok, tik, tok," I said with a sigh.
"Oh no, Rose, don't go off the deep end," Guardian Andrews joked. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him, sitting up. Finally, a response from someone. I wondered what it would take to break the guardians' masks. I swear, I think I could take off all of my clothes and start dancing and singing and they would continue to stare blankly at the wall. Of course, at least then I would be doing something.
"I'm not going crazy. I am trying to drive you guys insane so I can make my daring escape," I teased. Guardian Andrews rolled his and smiled, and then he went back to that whole seeing but not really seeing thing. So, for lack of something better to do, like finding Lissa's half sibling, I contented myself with slipping into her mind to see what was happening.
She was sitting in, of all places, my room, and there were tears streaming down her face as she looked around at the mess. I looked with her, seeing familiar items. She sat down on the unmade bed and picked up an old shirt and sobbed.
She was heartbroken, afraid, confused. Mostly afraid, though. What would she do without me?
"Lissa, Rose will be perfectly fine. There is absolutely nothing that will ever be able to take her away from you, because she cares about you so damn much. She will come back from the dead twenty more times before she leaves you," Christian said, suddenly appearing as Lissa turned to look at him. She swallowed and nodded. I hadn't even realized Christian was there until he spoke, her mind was so preoccupied.
"I know, I am just so terrified that this will be too much for her. She has had to deal with so much, I just..." she trailed off and placed her head on Christian's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Liss, Rose is strong," Adrian said, and she looked over at him. I was surprised at what she saw.
He was looking extremely worn. His hair, which was usually kept impeccably, deliberately messy, was just messy now. It looked like he hadn't handled a comb in a few days, although he had obviously showered. He must not be sleeping, though, because there were large bags under his bright green eyes. And he looked pale, even for a Moroi. Lissa felt pity as she looked at him, and concern, and a unconcious desire to heal his pain and take it away. But this wasn't a physical injury that spirit could fix. This was a mental problem that I knew wouldn't go away until I went from. And from the look of things, that was a very slim chance.
"Rose is strong, but she is dealing with a lot right now, and..." Lissa hesitated before speaking again, but I could read the thoughts in her head and they made me worry. "Even the strongest fall sometimes. And the higher you are, the harder you fall," she finished at a whisper.
She really believed that, and she was so afraid that now was my breaking point, that I was going to suddenly snap and I wouldn't be able to take it anymore. And that soon after I would be dead. And underneath all of that, she felt as if it were her fault, something she voiced after a moment.
"I brought this on Rose. This is all my fault, and I can't even do a damn thing about it," she suddenly said, taking all of us by surprise when she cursed.
"Lissa, this isn't your fault. How could you think that?" Christian asked, appalled.
"Christian, there are so many reasons I can't even begin to start listing them," she sighed. But a moment later she started talking.
"I healed Rose when she died. I brought her back to life, and ever since then everything has been about me. I was the reason we left the Academy and went on the run. I was the reason Rose was behind when we came back, the reason she needed a tutor. She may not have needed those extra lessons with Dimitri if she hadn't taken me away to protect me. She would have already been doing so well that she would have been the top of her class. But instead, she spent all of her spare time with Dimitri, learning more so she could protect me. And because of that she fell in love with Dimitri. She probably wouldn't have if she hadn't had those training lessons, which she had to have because of me. And if she hadn't fallen for Dimitri, she wouldn't have gone after him when he was taken and turned Strigoi. Which means that we wouldn't have gone on that crazy scheme to go release Victor to save him. Which means that Victor wouldn't have escaped from us. Which means Dimitri wouldn't have been turned back. Which means that Rose would not have been in trouble with the court already, because she never would have left. And anyway, without me she wouldn't have been at court, probably, which means that she wouldn't have spoken so to the queen, which means that she wouldn't have been accused of murdering the queen which means she wouldn't be in a jail cell right now. And she is miserable, and caged up, and I can't do anything to help her. And it is all my fault," she was babbling, and she seemed to realize it, so she shut up. But her thoughts weren't done.
She felt that by bringing me back she had completely messed up my life. Because I had put her first, which led to meeting Dimitri. But most importantly, she felt that when she became my friend all those years back in Kindergarten, she had made her first mistake. She had made the first step in ruining my life.
I wished so badly for the bond to work both ways at that moment, but as always, God or whoever was up there wasn't listening. So I cursed.
"Well, is that anyway to talk to your fathher?" Abe asked with a chuckle. And just like that I was sucked back into myself and I was staring through the bars at my lawyer and father.
"You know I wasn't talking to you, old man. So, what happened to me not going to trial?" I asked him sarcastically, standing up and walking over to him. He shrugged.
"You aren't going to trial. I just have to work out a few kinks before we can do anything," he said. I sighed impatiently.
"I am slowly going insane in here. I need to get out, and you are supposed to do that," I growled. He just gave me a look.
"Look, I have been very hard at work-" he started, but I interrupted.
"Is that why you haven't been to see me?" I asked him. He nodded.
"Of course. As a matter a fact, I had a meeting with some guardians today and we were discussing the trial and some different ways of collecting evidence," he said. I looked at him, surprised.
"Oh! So that is where Alberta had to hurry off to earlier," I surmised. He nodded.
"Yes. Now, Rose, we are working as hard as we can. They have set the trial date for approximately three weeks from now, meaning that I am going to be spending every moment on this case. And that means you won't see me a lot. I am working on negotiating for you to be able to have visitors beyond the regular guardians and myself, but I am having a lot of trouble. They are all royals, Rose, and Vasilisa especially is very important, being the last of the Dragomirs. And while you know, I know, and Vaslisa knows that you are innocent, convincing everyone else is difficult. And until they are sure you are safe to her, they are refusing to let her see you. And I am sure you more than anyone realize that having Vasilisa use some unsavory method to get in to see you would be detrimental," he told me. I nodded.
"I don't want her getting in trouble just so we can see each other. And that goes for everyone," I said. He nodded, expecting as much.
"Well, I am going to leave you to your thoughts and this bright little cell of yours so I can continue work on your case. Be careful, Rose," Abe said before leaving. And once again I was left to on my own, with nothing but the somewhat comforting thought that my mobster father was on the case. Literally.
Okay, so there is chapter two. Chapter three will probably be coming tomorrow, because this is really fun! And I know where I am going with it, so that makes everything easier. Until I stop knowing where I am going with it, of course. We are leading up to an amazing breakout, courtesy of some presently unknown (to you readers) people. Suggestions, ideas, comments, concerns, questions, or really anything is welcome. Thank you!
