I do not own Vampire Acadamy though it is a brillian idea that the real author came up with. I would Like to thank my first reviewers that made me so happy i just had to write another chapter. Thank you for the encouragment and support. I hope you keep reviewing!

~ ElvinDragon~

On The Move

I took in a deep breath trying to calm my mind of the hard future ahead of us. I tried to keep the racing images of Stragoi chasing us. The images just kept coming to my thoughts in waves. Stragoi were taking Lissa away down a dark alley. Another Scene raced before my eyes of four Stragoi pinning me down to the hard asphalt of a dirty street, while I watched them kill my beloved Dimitri. His tortured screams filled my head with fear and sorrow. Then the face of Tatiana with her Royal beauty only marred by the crimson eyes, of a true, undead Stragoi completely engulfed my minds eye. She gave me a cold look that gave away no emotion, and seemed to freeze the air around us. Her eyes stared into my soul that felt like one of my own silver stakes had been shoved through my own heart. I tried to pull my gaze away from her hypnotizing gaze, but failed to do so. Her lips lifted into a sneer that showed her fangs clearly dripping red with blood. I froze and stared as one drop of blood dripped down her chin, and her tongue flicked out to lap it back up. She looked like she wanted something she was holding out her hand in a claw shape. Tatiana started stalking towards me with a predatory gate and I was the prey. I couldn't move and she just kept getting closer with each graceful step that she took.

"ROZA!" I jumped in slight fear as I was shaken out of my thoughts. Something wet was dripping down my cheeks. I was almost top frightened to lift up my hands to see what it was. The blood was haunting me even when the visions were not real. I delicately lifted up my hand and brushed my finger tips along my cheek. I looked down at my fingers and saw gleaming drops of liquid crystal rolling off them to the carpeted ground. Then I realized I was crying. I have not cried in so long I had forgotten they had existed. I had forgotten that I, Rose Hathaway, had the ability to cry. A hand callused with years of fighting and hard work reached towards my cheek at a painstakingly slow pace. The hand's thumb brushed away one tear then the next. Both hands came to cup my face and tilt it towards their owners face. I saw concern, and worry, in those deep brown eyes that I loved oh so much. I gave a small faded smile to show that I was alright now, but those eyes did not looked convinced. Dimitri's thumbs caressed my cheeks as I closed my eyes letting his soft rubbing distract me from my nightmares, my fears. Then he let go of my face and my eyelids fluttered open in disappointment. I wasn't disappointed for long as I was quickly satisfied with a warm hug encircling my body like my own personal security blanket. I rested my head against his chest where his heart made my own heart beat into a synchronized rhythm. Finally I sighed and reluctantly let go of Dimitri's waist.

"Dimitri? Where is Lissa?" My voice sounded like someone else's. It was soft, quiet, so unlike the loud rebel I have been known as. He was silent for a moment and then motioned down the hall to the house's own personal library. I chuckled to myself as I realized I should have known better. Why of coarse Lissa would be in there reading one of her favorite classics or researching on Spirit. My guess this time though was she was thinking or researching on ways to cure Strigoi

"Click, Click, Click." My shoes echoed on the maple wood floor of our library. The ceiling was vaulted like a cathedral with the stain glass windows and all. One window depicted St. Vladimir walking through a blooming garden. Another window showed his Guardian, Shadow Kissed Anna, surrounded by ebony black shadows. I passed rows and rows of book shelves until I found a little corner surrounded with lights and a small couch in the center of illumination. Curled up on the couch with stacks of books surrounding her was my best friend Lissa. She looked up from her current book she was holding in her lap and her face broke out into a smile.

"ROSE!" She leaped up off the couch and tackled me to the ground in her joy that I was safe.

"Oh thank goodness she is safe! She is safe! No Stragoi has gotten her yet! Wait what am I saying! NO Stragoi could take on Rose." I smiled at the thoughts running through her head as she continued to hug me with all her strength. Sometimes I find it amusing how much she worries for me, when it is her that doesn't even know how to fight hardly at all.

"Rose, what are we going to do?" Of coarse Lissa had heard everything that had happened at the Royal Court. Lissa had to constantly be connected with the Court and even more so since the queen had favored her quite a bit. I'm sure that she was very frightened right now but I try not to pry into her mind too often. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder, but did not jump or shudder. I looked up to see Dimitri looking grim.

"We will have to leave. Go pack what you need quickly." I nodded in understanding and ushered Lissa to get off me and get going.

"I'm going to quick call Christian." I looked Lissa in the face and I knew she was still worried for Christian. I nodded my consent keeping in mind that Christian and his Guardians would probably be joining us in or escape. Dimitri already had his things packed so he rushed behind Lissa as she ran towards the phone to talk to Christian. I quickly turned on my heels and ran out of the library up the stairs to the third floor. I sprinted into my room and ran to my oak dresser and started pulling out my necessary clothes for our journey. I then took off the necklace I always carry around my neck and slip out a tiny key that was hidden in the ruby stone that decorated the chain. I reached into the back of my middle drawer and searched around for the tiniest of slots in the back corner. I took my key and pushed it in the slot and heard a series of clicks before another drawer popped open at the side of my dresser. I reached in carefully and pulled out twenty silver stakes and six knives. I reached my hand in again and pulled out my favorite hand gun and holster. I strapped three knives to my left thigh and three inside my knee high black combat boots. I strapped my gun on my right thigh and packed its bullets in my duffel bag. I strapped the stakes around my waist concealed under my shirt. I took one last look at my midnight blue walls and my maroon carpet. I stared at my canopy bed with its royal blue covers mocking me. They knew that I wouldn't have a chance to lie on a comfortable bed or have soft down cover for a very long time. They mocked that I may not even be able to ever sleep again. I turned my back on it and gently shut the door on my old comforts. I raced down the stairs with my full Dhampir speed. My hand lightly guided by the spiraling wooden hand railing that was decorated with carved ivy as I sped down the stairs. I looked up to see Lissa and Dimitri waiting for me at the doorway of our home. We all looked around one last time. Our home. Our life. All of our memories. We had to leave it all behind. We might never see it again. We all knew every nook and cranny of this house by now. It seemed like just yesterday that Lissa's had set her eyes on this house and claimed that this was the one. How we would all miss it, Lissa with her gardening, Dimitri with all his favorite classic cowboy books in the library. Then me… I will miss the peace that we have had. The joy our home has brought to us all. I know we will survive though. With each other we will one day find a new place to make our new home. Better yet with a hopeful thought, maybe one day we could even come back here and let it's comfort enfold us again. We turned around locked our door securely before we walked down our cobbled path past Lissa's garden and out the gate. Dimitri turned and locked the gate securely as well and put the keys in his pocket. We all turned towards the street and the blood red sunset that was sinking into the horizon. It was time to run, time to escape, time to hide.