Vampire Academy
Okay, so I left youse hanging on the last chapter and now 11 is finally here… Reviews would be wonderful! They make me so happy! Even the bad ones (I haven't gotten any yet) they tell me how to improve! So please review and tell me how you feel about my Hidden Secrets Story!
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Chapter 11:
'You. Christina Torres. Are in fact a very rare case of Dhampir and Moroi blood mixed in one.'
In all truth, it was the answer I was preparing to hear. I had fought off Dimitri (the Strigoi slayer), Kirova had said that she knew I was rare, just now I healed Eddie and I had beaten him and Mason whilst running away from guardians. I was prepared to hear it, but some part of me wasn't.
My whole life I had lived among humans I had thought of my self as a human. Hell! I didn't even know about vampires till a couple of days ago, and now I was one of them. I stared into space. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was a drastic change. So I couldn't be blamed if I was confused and angry right?
'Christina?' Dimitri spoke with caution in his voice.
'Christina… I know this is a humongous change, but it isn't a bad thing'
I blinked, but didn't turn to face him or Eddie. My eyes couldn't draw themselves away from the bit of plaster in font of me.
'Castile, it is way past curfew. Go to your room at once, we'll discuss this situation tomorrow.'
I briefly saw Eddie leaving the room from my peripheral vision. Dimitri stepped between the wall and me, so now I was facing his eyes instead.
'Christina…' he was concerned now. And honestly there was nothing to be concerned about. I wasn't scared of being something different. I was merely confused and angry that my grandfather hadn't bothered to mention it to me earlier. But the again maybe he himself hadn't known. The headmistress herself had said that I was extremely rare, and heck! I was proud of it! But I couldn't help being confused.
'There is nothing to be worried about' I quit gazing distantly and actually focused on Dimitri's eyes. Those wondrous eyes. The deep, dark, brown ones that made me feel like sawing off into the sky and flying. No other man had ever made me feel like that and I was ashamed of admitting that one could have an effect like that on me. He was so beauteous. His hands filled with calluses and blisters from all the extensive training, still managed to feel like feathers under my skin as he placed them over my cheeks.
I never did show expression on my face much. Maybe that was what he and I most had in common. Yes, there were plenty of other things as well. But right now we were both expressing our feelings through facial expressions. I was showing confusion and he was showing concern.
'I'm not worried Dimitri' was that my voice speaking? I sounded very calm and in control. As if being declared a vampire was an everyday thing.
'Then what is going on in your head right now?
I smiled.
'Even I don't know Dimitri' I chuckled, and that seemed to loosen things up between us. He smiled slightly as well. We were so close; this room was large, yet he chose to stand in close proximity to me.
'I'm just confused' I spoke, because my previous anger had turned into more confusion.
'Its okay' he spoke in a hard Russian accented voice. I guessed it was in times like this - powerful moments - that his true accent would come out. His hands were still wrapped around my cheeks, and the both of us were simply examining each other's eyes. We didn't have to speak. Our eyes did. So many silent messages passed between us in just those 5 minutes. I was trying to convey love. Because I was pretty sure that was what this emotion was. I loved him. In three days of knowing this man, I felt like he was the missing part of me. And I was scared to really open my eyes incase this was all a dream. I moved slightly and that was all he needed. Dimitri leaned in and his lips found mine. They were softer than I had imagined them to be (and I imagined it a lot). It was as if his lips were made that way just to fit mine perfectly. The kiss was pure heat. I let his tongue penetrate my mouth as they began their dance. He was pure wonder. I had kissed many guys before Dimitri, but they felt like stone compared to silk.
Finally Dimitri pulled away. 'No' A large part of me thought. 'We should have been glued like that forever'. He allowed himself to stare at me for just another second, and then he exited the room, but as he did I could have sworn that I saw a look of regret on his face. I shrugged it off and stayed in the same position for ten minutes straight. My brain finally seemed to process what had just happened and I made my way to my bed. I was determined to think it all through.
My vampirism.
The kiss.
Eddie's healing.
The kiss.
But the lateness of night finally took over, and my mind needed its rest.
I found my self in the gym. There was no exercise machines except the blue mats surrounding me, and another tall figure at the opposite end. I ran over to the figure, and saw him standing looking utterly confused. He had a pale face, red eyes and pin point teeth on both sides of his mouth. He wore old-fashioned clothes and the way he moved made him seem like he came from another era.
It was Nicolai Wheatherson.
The same Strigoi that had tried to steal my most treasured possession. He stood staring at me and fear crossed his features. Why would a Strigoi fear me?
'Last time we saw each other you never finished you sentence' my voice was cold and menacing.
'I would have finished if it wasn't for that loathsome Dhampir' his British voice showed disgust. Dimitri disgusted him.
'You will never speak in such a tone about him ever again. Do you understand me?' he flinched and nodded his head slightly. 'Now finish your sentence'
'I was about to say: You are one of a kind. One like you has been spoken of and a creation like you was bound to happen. I can see in your eyes right now that you already know you are half Moroi and half Dhampir, but there is something else to you that they know and they simply don't want to tell you'
My mind immediately flashed to Kirova. The one time I had entered her office and she was reading a piece of paper with a stunned look on her face. She had shoved it aside when I spoke.
'Well then you tell me' I growled.
This didn't seem like a normal dream. It was all too real. I knew I was in bed, and that I was asleep. But somehow it seemed… inexplicably real.
'I am afraid that it is not in my power to explain such a thing to you; you will have to find it out for yourself.
'You tell me now! Or so help me I will damage you permanently' I don't know where all my power was coming from.
I was feared in school, for being the ice queen. I could damage one with my words. But a Strigoi had nothing to fear me for, yet this one seemed like he would cry at any moment if it were possible. And I had a troublesome feeling that I would inflict this reaction on any Strigoi I spoke to. Nicolai kept quiet.
Tilting my head to the side, I gave him a smile. It was a sick, twisted smile that would probably haunt him for the rest of his life. Then I spoke my final sentence.
'Till next time Nicolai'.
Then the dream evaporated and I was thrust into the depths of normal, black, dreamless sleep.
Hey! So thank you for reading. This is where the good stuff begins. What do you think the secret is? We will find out soon enough, but none the less tell me your guesses in the reviews. Thank you one more time. And remember: 'Till Next Time.'
