Lissa's POV
Get up you moron, get up! They could be turning you right now! Get up! I felt pain in my throat and back. They were on fire, and I started screaming.
"Lissa! Lissa! Get up! Lisssssssssssa!" A voice screamed. It was my name, wait, where am I? Who am I?
"Wha-what happen? Where am I?" I asked.
"Oh Lissa, you're okay!" a girl said, she had reddish brown hair, and it was beautiful, but her eyes were silver. And yet, it made her even more beautiful. She was tall with curves, and look gentle, and yet fierce at the same time. He nose was perfect, her eyes were perfect, har mouth was perfect, she was. Perfect!
"Who-who are you?"
"Lissa."
"What?"
"Liss, come on, it's me, Rose. Remember, your best friend."
"I have a best friend. But, you're to pretty to be someones best friend. You look, like, like a model. You should do that, go into modeling. I mean."
"Lissa, what are you talking about?"
"Who am I?"
"What?"
"Who am I? I can't remember, it's all fuzz up there." I giggled. "And I keep seeing funny pictures."
"From where?" The Rose-girl said.
"It looks like I was camping or something, and there are a couple there and a boy, and you and me. But wait! What are you doing in my memories?"
"I told you!" Rose said, getting impatient, "I'm your best friend. Have been since kindergarden!"
"What's kindergarden?" I asked curiously, just then a sound went up behind me, as a beautiful man appeared. He was tall with a little bit of fuzz on his face, and he had red eyes. But he was pale, and georgous and-and. . . I wanted him. I stood up, feeling as if i was being tugged along.
'Why hello little Lissa." the man said, his accent was strong, but I didn't dare giggle. His voice was very deep. "My name is Anton, and I am your lover." he said nicely. my lover eh?
"Noooooooo!" A voice screamed out before Anton grabbed me and dung something sharp into my throat.
Rose's POV
"Noooooooo! No! Lissssssa! Anton don't please!" I screamed, my throat starting to hurt, but he kept on drinking. "Please! Please! I'll do . . . anything." I whispered the last part, but I knew he heard me. He stopped and looked up, blood trailing down his chin. Lissa's blood!
"Anything?" he asked.
"Anything." I muttered.
"Even if it meant killing Dimitri?" he asked nicely, as if asking a child if they wanted a cookie.
"What! No! No! I-I can't do that Anton, I love him to much!" I shouted.
"Love makes you weaker." and he snorted. I gasped.
"Love does not! If makes you stronger. It will kill you, but it will make you stronger." I said.
"Oh shut up already." Dimitri said. "Love does both. Depending on the person, happy?" he turned away from Rose. "Anton, if you want to kill me, do it yourself. Come on. I won't bite. Right now." he said with a faint smile.
"Alright, brother. But not now. I'm deciding if i should keep her a Moroi."
"Yes, we could use her as a hostage."
"But we don't kill or turn her right?" I said, my voice as cold as ice.
"Oh, of course, as long as they do what we say."
"Who's we?"
"Queen Tatiana."
"What! You're-you're evil! The Queen loves Lissa. And she wants what is best for her. How could you do that?" I asked shocked.
"You have to make your heart black Rose, to get what you want. No matter who is hurts." he said icily.
"So you want to hurt me?" I asked.
He flinched.
"Cause that's what you're doing, hurting both of us. Lissa and me. I'm Shadow-Kissed. I feel her pain, her joy, her misery, her happiness. And you want to make me suffer as well i see?" I asked.
He flinched again. Ding! Bulls-eye.
"No-no, I mean. No. I want to get what i want! But I have to hurt Lissa, which means hurting you! Huh! God!" He grabbed his hair and pulled it down, making him kneel. Just then I saw Lissa behind me, her face was completely twisted and evil, Iv'e never seen her like that. SHe held up a stake, her eyes wide with hate and misery, as she brought the stake down.
"Dimitri!" he jumped, then started to advance on Lissa, her face still twisted with an evil joy. "Lissa!" I screamed. It was no use, I was torn between the man I loved, and my best friend. I had to choose. I jumped in. Grabbing Dimitri by the front, kissing him. Lissa gave another twisted smile, and brought the stake down, as I heard him gasp. He looked at me.
"Traitor." he breathed, and he fell down. I didn't have time to check and see if he was dead, instead I grabbed the original Lissa and ran. She was finally back to normal, and she looked at me curiously.
"Later." it was all could say while running. She nodded.
"Get them!" A voice said. Abaddon.
"Shit" I said under my breathe.
'Go you idiotssssssss. Get the traitor and the sssssssssacrafice! Go!" Abaddon kept shouting. Sacrafice? We were out of the cave, and in the woods. i knew exactly where I was going. Dragging Lissa would be a problem. But it wasn't, she ran with me. Not as fast, but almost as we blazed through the trees. We came upon the gates, a guard shocked. We stopped a few feet away, and I told Lissa what to say.
"My name is Christey Angoi, I am a Moroi. I was captured by Strigoi and they tampered with my eye color, and when they got you, we escaped. And now i can't remember where I used to live and who I was. All I remember was my name and that I was a Moroi. Got it?"
"Got it." she breathed. Lissa seemed very tired. We slowly approached the gate, and I fell down a couple times so I wouldn't look to strong.
"Help." I moaned, starting to cry. "Please, someone. Help us. Please!" I fell again, and that time hurt, cutting open my leg. Blood was falling, dreching my jeans. I was tired already but the sight and smell of blood wasn't helping, in fact it was making both Lissa and I really sick. We got up to the guard, he finally saw us together and gasped. And both of us fainted. But I remembered one thing. Christian started crying.
Christian's POV
"Oh my God! Lissa!" I ran over, picking her up, tears streaming down my face. The guard behind me called some others, as we picked them up. The other girl was beautiful, and she looked so much like Rose. She was carrying a note. It said:
My name is Christey Angoi, I am Moroi. I can't remember anything else but that. I was captured by Strigoi weeks before Lissa and they were doing stuff to my eyes. Whoever finds us, thank you. I will cheerish your kind being forever.
Christey and Lissa. :)
"Oh crap." I said, as a new guardian named Robert came over.
"What seems to be the problem?"
"This note." I showed it to him.
"Good God!" he said, Robert was German, giving him a pretty funny accent. And every time he tells a joke we laugh, but not at him. At his accent. "That's just horrible." Rob said. He was about 19, and just started working here. He was handsome, but girls weren't falling over themselves for him, but for David. David was 18, just graduated, and he was British. Figures. Ever time he's on campus there is at least 6 girls following him. Stalkers.
"Hey, where is David?" I asked. Also, David was here to replace Alberta. He was the greatest, besides Rose, he killed 47 Strigoi when his Academy was attacked as well. But Rose killed more. Way more. She was the youngest, greatest female fighter. David was the greatest, youngest male fighter. And he was adored. Yuck. Stupid British male model hunk. Go back to London, you can kill Strigoi there, and you can sing 'Singing in the Rain' while you're at it. I don't care.
"In the nurses office. Helping out with that girl, uh, what's her name?"
"Kike?"
"Oh yeah! I just call her Coma."
"Coma?"
"Yeah, Coma."
"Why?"
"Because she's in a coma!" I laughed. Moron. I thought.
"Alright. You take the girls over there. I need to take to him."
"Alright, say hello to, Coma! For me." I walked away laughing, half-heartedly. While he was crying at his own joke. Moron. I walked across campus till I got to the nurses office. I walked in, the girls being carried in behind me.
"Delivery!" I said, scaring the whole room with my welcome greeting as they grabbed the girls from the guardians, and within a minute, nurses were working on them.
"Christian. You brought a present." a sweet sing-song British voice said.
"Hello David." and I turned around.
