AN: Really sorry about the long wait for an update but I've been kind of lazy and then I didn't have a lot of time to write when school started. But I'm back now.
I actually wrote this one a while ago but I went back and changed a few things although it still isn't really my favorite. I meant to post a different one shot but I when I looked back on what I had started I just wasn't in the mood to finish it.
I guess this would take place sometime between Bloodlines and The Golden Lily.
**Also, I hope everyone who is in the path of Hurricane Sandy is prepared. My family has candles and food in case. STAY SAFE!**
Happy reading!
- supermandybear
Disclaimer: Vampire Academy and Bloodlines are the sole property of Richelle Mead, as much as I wish that owned them or more specifically owned Adrian. Or Dimitri. Or Eddie. Or Christian. Honestly, I settle for any of them.
10. The Artist (Adrian POV)
She left me. Angry red lines streaked the canvas.
She cheated on me. Jagged black lines followed.
She's gone and she's never coming back. Tears fell from the emerald green eyes landing on the freshly painted artwork.
He dropped his brush and reached for the bottle of vodka. It was his only comfort at a time like this.
He was about to take a sip when he thought of Jill. Jailbait. He chuckled at the nickname he had given so long ago. His face turned serious as he realized he couldn't keep doing this to her. No doubt the young moroi girl could already feel his angry, heartbroken emotions.
He had to find a better way to deal with this. Painting sometimes helps but lately all of his paintings were red and black. All of them were angry lines streaked with tears depicting the heartbreak he was trying to live through.
He needed a change in scenery. He needed a new muse. And he knew just the person to call.
He ran to the kitchen counter where he had left his phone while searching for a drink earlier and checked the time, which he often lost track of while painting, to make sure it wasn't too late. He picked up the phone and paused.
What if she doesn't want to come? But she has such beautiful eyes. She probably won't come though. After all, I'm only an evil creature of the night in her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. Her beautiful eyes filled with every shade of gold when the light hits them just right. It's every artist's dream, worth a try, isn't it?
He made up his mind and scrolled through his contacts to the right name. He dialed the number and waited while it rang. After two rings she picked up.
"Sage". She answered. He smirked at the business-like, professional voice she used when answering the phone. It was such an Alchemist thing to do.
"It's Ivashkov", he said mocking her professional attitude. "Nice of you to call me. It's always lovely to hear your voice."
"You called me, Adrian. What do you want?" She replied with an exasperated voice.
"Right, well, I was wondering if you could come over. It's important".
"Being in possession of alcohol every minute of the day doesn't classify as important for most people". He could tell she was getting frustrated with him, time to get to the point.
"Key words, Sage, 'most people'. And what makes you think I don't have any alcohol. In case you've forgotten, I am Adrian Ivashkov. Besides, that's not what I need".
"What do you need then?"
"I was wondering if you could come over. I have a project I'm working on for school and I could use your help." She was probably thinking how she could possibly help with an art project. If only she knew.
Anyone who had even the least bit of interest in art could have appreciated her, her and her beautiful eyes. If only she felt the same way about herself. Her aura and her whole attitude about herself always seemed to suggest otherwise. It was really a shame.
"Uh…sure, I guess". He could hear the hesitation in her voice as she was caught off guard by the question. "I'll be there in an hour". Her voice went all business-y again as the initial shock wore off but there was still a questioning sound to it.
"Great". They both hung up the phone. He began to clean up his stuff with a smug smile on his face. The artist was back.
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