A/N: So I don't need to explain myself as you know what's been going on. But I do apologise again!

Also, a heads up for all of you, I'll be updating one fanfic every week and I think I have four fanfictions at the moment.

I started uploading it alphabetically, and this one's last. Which was really annoying me, because Teacher's pet is always the one I'm itching to write and I never quite know why...

Disclaimer: I don't own VA!

JPOV

Well, temporarily I was alive. I was on the floor, on my back, almost feeling paralysed but I knew I could move. I appeared to still be in the cave, the ground beneath me felt to be rough, cold, like a cave floor and I was freezing. My leg was twisted at an angle and there was a hot pain at my calf, perhaps there was a wound there or something.

I opened my eyes and found I wasn't quite on my back like I'd thought but more side on so I had a view of the cave before me. A very gruesome view. There were five, maybe six dead bodies that I could see that had been ours. There were three Strigoi remaining, one of which was the one who'd caught me and they were deep in conversation. Any sort of stake was far out of reach and I knew I wouldn't get very far even if I fought one of them off.

It was the moment when I shifted to stop the searing pain running up my leg that they noticed me.

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd wake." The Strigoi said stalking over. The other two scurried out the way. He was obviously the leader.

He looked down at me, his eyes taunting.

"Why am I still alive?" I asked after a few moments of him just staring.

"Because I need a small piece of information from you." he said, pacing the floor in large strides with his hands clasped behind his back.

I propped myself up as much as I could manage with my arms, it was a struggle. I was in a lot more pain than I could ever remember being in.

"Now," he twisted suddenly on his heels to face me, "how much do you feel like sharing?"

"I'd imagine not very much." I said boredly, wincing when I managed to finally sit up.

He took a swipe at my face, forcing me to look the other way at an impossible speed. I spat out the blood, the rusty taste normally did enough to make me sick. This time though, I was far, far past that stage.

"What I need to know is; who are the Guardian's that will be assigned to Princess Vasilisa on her graduation? Rumour is that it's changed."

"I have no idea." I snapped angrily.

He slowly lifted his leg and pressed it into the wound on mine. It felt like slow motion, but I still couldn't get away in time. Pain shot through my body and I shouted in pain.

"Jessica," he murmured, leaning down and holding my face in his hand, "You don't want to test me now, do you?"

I pulled my face away, "It's probably a touch dull just to tell you what you want to know though isn't it?"

He smirked at me, "It would be boring for me, not you."

I wasn't quite sure when his hand had ended up there, but it was at the wound in my leg, again. I squeezed my eyes shut as he tugged at the flesh.

"Not enjoying that?" he taunted before crushing my knee with his foot, "How about now?"

I choked on my own tongue as breathing through the pain became almost impossible.

"I can't even see why you want to know. Killing them off won't help. She'll get new Guardians anyway." I snapped once I'd found my voice again.

"Oh I don't intend to kill them just yet." The Strigoi folded his arms across his chest, "That comes later. But it will just...give me time to learn more about them."

I frowned slightly, considering it, "I don't suppose a Strigoi's motive needs to make sense."

He took hold of my leg and stretched it out, compared to before that hardly did any damage. He, surprisingly gently, brushed up the material of my jeans to reveal fully what he'd managed to do to me. His long, cold fingers danced across my skin, occasionally applying too much pressure. It seemed to me that it was an odd type of torture.

"Just shout if you need anything." he walked away.

I groaned and let my head fall against the wall, conserving my strength.

Something tapped my foot. I wearily opened my eyes to find a stake. One of the presumed bodies wasn't as dead as I'd thought.

I nodded at him in thanks before nudging it behind me and out of sight.

The Strigoi gave me a few minutes to get my strength back. Then he sauntered back over with his hands in his pockets. I avoided his eyes; there was something about a Strigoi's eyes that always caused a twist in my stomach.

Now I'd thought that most of their kind enjoyed being able to see their victim's terror, to stretch things out and whatnot. But instead, he went for kicking me in a way that led to him being unable to see my face as I was doubled over from the action.

I could feel his shadow start to get closer as he leaned down. I reached behind me to grip the stake and waited.

The Strigoi got me in a hold by my neck and yanked me up into a standing position.

"Still don't feel like just giving me two, small names?" his voice took on a sickly sweet edge, as if to coax me into it. Because that would help seconds later considering he would beating the crap out of me.

"Not likely." I shoved the stake into his chest, hoping against everything that in my slightly delirious state I had the angle right. Some part of the automatic ingrained instincts I had in me from all of those long, dull, years of training had proved to be rather useful as he dropped to the floor genuinely dead.

I still had two Strigoi to deal with who had yet to notice what had happened.

"We need to get going." one of them said to the other, "It'll be light soon."

The other one nodded and turned to find the Strigoi who'd been set on me.

I gripped the stake in my hand as I attempted to decide if I could really, realistically, take the two of them on with a broken leg and all sorts of other injuries. However, I never did realistic, especially when I didn't have another choice.

They hesitated for a moment, eyeing me, but then they advanced. I did appear and feel rather helpless.

For once they used the right kind of tactics; both moved in together. I stayed against the wall for balance; it was dangerous otherwise, as much as I hated being trapped.

I threw the stake at one, getting the aim perfect. I could not take them both on at the same time. The second one appeared to be less experienced than I was used to, perhaps making it a slightly fairer fight. My lack of stake did pose a slight problem though.

I dived for it, turning my body in the air to keep out of his grasp and skidded across the ground on my front. Now that was painful.

The Strigoi jumped me and we struggled on the floor. He pinned me down, his mouth moving dangerously to my neck. His teeth sank into my skin and all of my resolve faltered, disappearing in an instant.

The endorphins hit me in waves as he drew blood from my vein, taking away the aching in my body. He released my hands from his grip to hold me closer to him and one of my hands fell against the ground, specifically against the stake. Feeling that familiar shape, familiar metal, against my fingertips, knocked a whole lot of sense into me and I slammed it into his chest and he fell off me.

With the danger gone, the exhaustion crashed into my body and I lost the strength to even move. So I remained there to sleep.

A/N: I know it wasn't an exceptionally long chapter, but it seemed to take a very long time to write...

Now when we eventually get to the end...who wants a sequel?

Thanks for reading this chapter and sticking with me even through the wait! Please review!

Chocorose x