Hey so this is chapter three! This story is in total six chapters long, and I have everything done. If I have time I will update, but my AP History exam is in a month so you guys might have to wait.
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I was beginning to grow accustomed to torture. Some of it was normal, but some of it was unusual. They would strap me to a chair to be beaten and cut, while another Alchemist with a monotonous voice would tell me what I had been raised to believe. He would say that vampire were evil, unnatural, unworthy of living, whether they were Moroi, dhampirs or Strigoi. I knew this wasn't true. I thought of Rose, Dimitri, Adrian, Jill, Eddie, Sonya, Lissa, Christian, and Mia. They were my friends. Then there was Adrian, who was more than a friend. Adrian who promised he would find me.
That thought got me through the torture. It made me hold on for a little while longer.
Someone pulled a blindfold over my eyes, and the beating and cuttings stopped. My body still throbbed with pain as an after effect. I let my sense of hearing take over. The door open, and a pair of high heels clacked on the floor stopping a few feet away from me.
"Why do you resist, my dear?" A voice asked in a crisp British accent.
It was my grandmother, who couldn't even have the decency of having me look at her. Apparently I had disgraced my family that much.
"Because grandma, you and all the other Alchemists are wrong about vampires." I said venomously.
"I'm going to tell you a story. It's quite like your own, except this person never got caught for being a vampire lover." She said.
"If the person never got caught, how do you know the story?" I asked.
"Because I can keep a secret, and one more question. Is it true you are involved with Lord Adrian Ivashkov?" She said.
This question bothered me. I was here for liking vampires, not so the Alchemists could get in my love life.
"Yes. Why is everyone so eager to know that Adrian Ivashkov is my boyfriend?" I asked, frustrated.
She ignored me then sighed heavily, and began to speak.
"There was a young Alchemist like you; she was ambitious, driven, and self assured. She was very firm in her beliefs and she was sure of her path. The Alchemists was experienced to a limit. She had never actually encountered vampires. This was a complex for her, when she had been assigned to finding the spy selling secrets to the Mazur crime family in Russia, from inside the Moroi Royal Court. So she went with reservations. She had heard terrible tales about Moroi as well as Strigoi. When she got there, she was amazed at how human these creatures seemed. They felt emotions like fear, happiness, anxiety and love. The Alchemist was beginning to see vampires weren't as dreadful as she thought. She formed a few friendships with them as she struggled to do her duty. One particular friendship she grew comfortable with was the youngest son of the Ozera family. They grew closer and closer until they fell in love. They both knew it wouldn't last but they couldn't give up the hope that their love for each other would prevail in the end. Eventually she caught the spy, and went further into the ranks of Alchemists. She wanted to keep in contact with the man she loved, but his mother found out. She forced them to sever contact with each other. He became angry and used his gift on the Alchemist. Half her face burned away. The next day he was engaged to another Moroi woman. It seemed he didn't care for her, because if he did he would have fought for her. But he didn't."
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked. The story was tragic. I could understand how much this story paralleled mine. The Ozera man in this story was nothing like Adrian, though. Adrian was with me all the way. Adrian was fighting for me now. He was on his way and he didn't care what anyone else thought.
"First and foremost, Sydney, I am your grandmother and I want you to know what happens when you give your heart to a royal Moroi. Don't suffer the way she did. She still suffers after all this time." My grandmother said.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
She stepped forward, until she was right in front of me. The blindfold came off, and I lifted my eyes to look at her. One side of her face was aged yet beautiful, like an older version of me. The other side was scarred and torn. My grandmother was the Alchemist from the story.
"It was you." I gasped.
She nodded. "It seems falling in love with vampires, runs in the family."
"What's your name?" I asked suddenly. I had to know, and see if Christian knew the story. He was an Ozera and it was probably his grandfather my grandmother had fallen in love with.
"Cora Melrose." She replied.
The look of shock on my face amused her. Then her amused was replaced with confusion. A loud bang could be heard from outside the room. There were several shouts and noises of commotion. My father came bursting in the room. He grabbed me by my hair and slammed my head on the table.
"How did they find us?" He shouted in my ear.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I shouted back. I honestly had no idea what he was talking about.
He grabbed my again and shoved me into the wall. I didn't have any strength to fight him back. My energy had been depleted since he had kidnapped my. So I laid there and let him punch my head over and over again. I felt the blood run down my face, but I couldn't do anything but feel the pain.
"Enough, Jared." My grandmother's voice said sharply.
My father glared at me an jabbed a finger in my face. "You will never see another vampire again."
"I think, Mr. Sage, you were trying to say was "You will never see another Alchemist again." A very familiar voice said.
I managed to stand up and peer around my father. Adrian and Rose were standing in the doorway, both looking ready to fight. My father pulled out a gun and pointed it at them.
Rose shook her head and leaned towards Adrian. "I already got shot once by my best friend's, boyfriend's aunt and now I'm about to be shot by my second best friend's dad. What is the world coming to?"
"Daddy, please don't shoot them." I begged. My grandmother was nowhere in sight as I looked around the room.
Adrian glanced at me. At the blood, pouring out my nose and mouth. He looked heartbroken for a second, and then an expression of fury contorted his face. Adrian lunged at my dad, and I closed my eyes as a single gunshot rang through the air. A sob escaped my lips. I didn't want Adrian to die, especially not for me. I opened my eyes again, expecting to see Adrian's dead body on the floor.
Instead he was looking at me, or more specifically at my chest. Only Adrian would think of sex before almost dying. But as I followed his gaze it made sense.
Blood was pouring out of my chest. A lot of blood. My breathing started to come heavily and I started babbling words of utter nonsense. For once in my life I had no idea what to do. My vision began to gray along the edges of my view.
Then everything went black.
