Haha I love you guys! As soon as Alexander comes in you're all like "PUT HIM WITH LISSA!" ...But whatever will our dearest Dimitri think of this? ;) Anyways thanks for all your reviews they make me very happy!

In response to the review of my friend Rose: Alex's eyes aren't green! They are blue/green! Turquoise-ish! Like Finnick ;)

I was originally going to do this chapter from Lissa's point of view, but I thought you might enjoy Rose's side commentary. Ennnjjoooyyy :D

*** Rose ***

It hurts to wake up. Lissa thought when opened her eyes to another morning of college. This had always been her dream, yet it seems like more a nightmare. Call me obsessive, but I've been in Lissa's head for almost an entire day. Her life was no walk in the park, but I thought it was a hell of a lot better than mine.

It was in the middle of an early filing morning when the bond alerted me that she had woken up from her two hours of sleep. I immediately slipped in, grateful for the entertainment.

"Can I get you anything, Lissa?"

"No." She groaned. "Stop offering to help me."

"Um, sorry." Dimitri said awkwardly. He was unsure of what to do with her.

"I'm sorry, I'm just... I don't know. If I start acting like a bitch, hit me or something."

"Sorry, that's against the rules." Dimitri smiled.

"Why are you smiling?" She scowled, preferring to be pessimistic for the rest of her life.

"I think that's the longest sentence you've spoken to me since you got here." For some reason, that made me happy. I wanted Lissa to keep ignoring him.

"Oh." Lissa left for breakfast in the same clothes she was wearing yesterday. She no longer cared about how she looked, nor had the energy to try to get rid of the bags under her eyes.


"Hey, Princess." The familiar sandy brown haired Moroi sat next to her in the cafeteria. She was sitting at a vacant table in the corner. It reminded me of some dramatic movie or something.

"Go away." Lissa didn't look at him, but from across the table, Dimitri was glaring.

"Ouch. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't want me around."

"Because it's true. I don't want you around, Alexander."

"You can call me Alex."

"No, we are only acquaintances. Let's keep it on a no-nickname basis." She broke her pop tart into tiny pieces without eating it.

"You told me to call you Lissa yesterday." He lowered his head and lifted up her hair to see her face. "Whoa. Did you pull an all nighter or something?"

"Call me Vasilisa then. And stop asking me questions!" She got up from the table and threw away her uneaten breakfast. I could feel her anger threw the bond. Spirit combined and no sleep was not a good mix.

"Okay." He got up from the table too.

"Stop following me. Go hang out with your idiot friends."

"Nah, their idiots." He put his hands in his pockets. "Besides, you look lonely."

"No, I have Dimitri here." She flung her arm in his direction. "Besides, I'm not going to be your charity case." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked away, leaving him standing there. For some reason, this situation reminded me of Christian. I wondered if that was why Lissa was pushing him away.


The rest of the day passed uneventfully. She didn't talk to anyone, not even Dimitri. Dang, if I wasn't pregnant and depressed I would show that girl how to have a good time at college.

When my filing job was almost over, I felt a flare of excitement through the bond, so I decided to tune back in. Lissa was running down a flight of steps alone. Dimitri was in the shower, so she decided to escape to get coffee by herself. And boy was she happy to get rid of Dimitri. Every time she saw him, she felt guilty and dirty. She asked herself every five minutes, what was I thinking?

Well, on the bright side for me, at least she actually cared. So she wasn't a complete stone cold bitch. Did I ever think she was? I mean, she was just trying to forget Christian and- Hey! What am I doing? She's pure evil, remember?

Lissa knew that it had to be about sunset time in the real world, but she couldn't see anything. Down at the old Red Field University, everything was covered in a constant blanket of darkness. The "Sky" was just the ground with a million little light bulbs stuck in it. It always looked like stars every second of the day. Stars were nice, but even Moroi had to miss the sun sometimes.

Lissa sat outside the little coffee shop and got wrapped up in her thoughts again. She thought about Christian. And Dimitri. I didn't like the fact that he was on her mind, but I could see that she didn't really have any romantic feelings toward him. She thought she was starting to forget how Christian's voice sounded, and that scared her.

Listening to her thoughts as if they were my own, I felt the urge to curl up in a ball and never wake up.

Christian probably hates me. She thought. He's watching me from heaven and he hates me.

She gritted her teeth together. How could I do this to Rose? What's wrong with me? I'm so selfish. She's never going to forgive me. Christian will never forgive me.

She jumped out of her chair and tried to run away. She wanted to get away from all the darkness and stars. She felt like she was suffocating. But she didn't get very far. Since she wasn't paying attention to where she was going, she ran right into the girl with perfect curls and glossed lips. The coffee was knocked right out of curly's hand and right onto her designer black sandals. Lissa's memories told me that this girl was a Conta. Chelsea Conta. I wondered if she was closely related to that bitch Camille.

"Hey, watch where you're- Oh, if it isn't the beloved Princess Dragomir."

Lissa just stood there. "Sorry."

"Sorry?" The girl stuck out her lip in a pouting, little-girlish way. "Sorry? Is that the same thing that you said when you killed all those guardians? Sorry doesn't make it all better, sweetie." I felt like this was just another scene from the academy. Everywhere you go, Moroi always gossip and verbally abuse each other.

"I didn't kill them!" Lissa said quickly.

"Yeah, whatever." Said one of the other girls in the group with tan skin and shiny black hair that went past her waist.

"Look, Princess, I don't know if you understand this, but I need to get me a napkin so I can clean off this mess you made." The girl spoke slowly, like Lissa was a three year old. "You know, cleaning? Something us poorer folk have to do because we don't have servants."

"I don't have servants, Chelsea. And believe it or not, I didn't kill those guardians. There are these vampires called Strigoi that usually try to kill Moroi. Are you following me so far?" Lissa smirked.

"Just get me a damn napkin."

"No, sorry. I have somewhere to be. It's a royal thing, but I wouldn't expect you to understand." Lissa twirled her hair on her finger and rolled her eyes. If they want royal bitch, I'll give them royal bitch. She thought. "Have fun cleaning those cheap knockoffs."

Chelsea scowled. "All you Dragomirs always thought you were better than everyone else. I guess I shouldn't expect any less from you. Well, you better watch it Vasilisa. I'm going to knock you off your stupid little pedestal."

Spirit was getting to her now. She wanted to see how pretty Chelsea was when blood was spurting out of her nose."I'd like to see you try, but I might chip my manicure! But I doubt you've ever had that problem before..."

Without warning, Chelsea lunged forward and slapped Lissa across the face. Without wasting time worrying about the sting, Lissa immediately responded by punching Chelsea in the face. First Reed, then Christian, and now Chelsea. Who knew Liss had it in her?

"You little bitch." Chelsea said, holding her nose. "Those guardians should have just let you die. The Dragomir line is better off dead, anyways. You'll be just like your little friend, Ozera."

That was it. Lissa sprang forward and tackled Chelsea. The spirit was playing a big part in this, I could feel it. I hoped Chelsea Conta was weak, because Lissa really wasn't the fist fighting type.

A crowd was gathering around the two girls that were both trying to kill each other. It didn't last long though, because a hand grabbed Lissa's arm and yanked her away. Expecting to see Dimitri, I was surprised when I saw Alexander.

"Let go of me!" Lissa tugged at his grip, but he dragged her away until they were behind a small restaurant next to the coffee shop. People were laughing at them as they walked away.

When he let go of her, she tried to punch him too, but he caught her fist and shoved her against the wall. He held her there for a while, so the spirit could disappear.

"What the hell?" Lissa asked him when she had calmed down enough not to try to attack him. He was still holding her against the wall soon.

"Wow, The Dragomir Princess knows how to throw a punch. I didn't know you had it in you, Lissa."

"What does it even matter to you? You don't even know me! Stop. talking. to. me!" Lissa shrugged out of his grip, embarrassed and angry.

He raised his eyebrows. "Come on, you and I both know that you overreacted. I'm just trying to prevent you from making the entire campus hate you."

"I don't know if you've noticed, Alex, but they already do hate me. So your efforts were wasted."

"Not all of them hate you. I would say a strong dislike is a more accurate description."

"Bye. I would say see you later, but I really hope I don't." Lissa brushed off her clothes and started to storm away.

"You're a real bitch, you know?" Alex called.

"Thanks for the news flash."


"Hello? Hello! Are you Rose Hathaway?" A guy dressed in all black waved his hands in front of me.

"What? Oh, yeah, that would be me." I glared at him, angry for having to snap out of my distraction.

"I'm Elijah Tanner, Mikhail's younger brother." Looking at this boy, I saw no resemblance to Mikhail at all. Elijah looked about my age, skinny and pale. He was wearing a black leather jacket and dark jeans with chains. I pictured Mikhail in his usual jeans and gray sweatshirt. Nah, I didn't see it.

"Um, okay. Nice to meet you.." I trailed off, keeping my hands busy with the filing.

"I've been assigned to help you with your filing."

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows, kind of mad that I would probably have to be forced to have daily conversations with this random kid.

"Yeah. So, what can I help you with?"

"Nothing. I got it all covered here Ethan. This is more of a one person job."

"It's Elijah, and I got assigned here."

"So? Asked to be assigned somewhere else."

"I can't. I'm being punished." He scowled and started alphabetizing a folder next to me.

"Punished? For what? I thought I was the only delinquent around here."

"It's kinda of a long story. Besides, you look like your not in the mood for socializing."

"That's correct, Edward. I was a little wrapped up in my thoughts."

"Elijah. Don't let me distract you, just continue on."

"Nah, it's fine. I'd much rather here about how you got stuck filing down here with public enemy number one."

Just then, Hans came into the room. He normally frowned when he saw me, but when he saw Elijah, he looked like he was about to murder someone. "Rose, your shift is over. Elijah, you have four more hours. Have fun."

"See ya." I said, practically running out the door. Even though I moped around lately, I had no desire to be stuck down there.

"See ya, Guardian Hathaway." Elijah flipped his long black hair out of his eyes and continued filing.

"Psh." I snorted. "I think that title has been revoked, Edison."

I hope you liked it! I was going to try and update yesterday but I have a big audition coming up so I couldn'tttt :P I wonder... why does Alex want to be around Lissa so much..? *evil smile*