I shouldn't have done this! I'm totally freaking out. I was about a hundred metres away from the gates. Green luscious forests surrounded me as I make my way towards St. Vladimir's academy. The ground crunched under my feet every step I took. Finally, after many mini-anxiety attacks, I reached the gates.
"Name?" a male guardian in his thirties was operating the gates. He had black hair and blue eyes. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was an Ozera.
"Um… Lexi Hathaway?"
"Don't be stupid; she's dead!"
"You're right! My name is Christina Bronchi" his eyes held the tiniest bit of interest, but soon vanished and was replaced by curiosity.
"There is no Christina Bronchi attending this school" he spoke each work really slowly, it was weird. Obviously this guy wasn't going to let me in; it was time to use my magic! I looked him straight in the eyes.
"You will let me in. Do not inform the head mistress. Forget me as soon as I'm out of sight" I felt the familiar hot/cold sensation I got whenever I used my magic. His eyes glazed over, and a few seconds later, the gates opened. I walked through without a second glance. I followed the gravel road that leads to the administration offices. Different types of trees surrounded the road like a barrier. Finally, a few of the buildings came into view. St. Vladimir's kind of reminds me of Hogwart's, without the magic and pointy towers. It's all dark and mysterious on the outside, but on the inside it's teenager heaven. Finally, I reached the administration office. Only, my luck turned cold when I realised it was locked, and the only other way in was through the cafeteria. And according to the time; twelve p.m, everyone would be in there by now. If I wait until the bell goes for fifth period, it would be another hour and a half. I was the daughter of Rose Hathaway, patience isn't in my blood. So, I chose the hard away; walking through the cafeteria, to my solitude. Turning around, I made my way to the cafeteria. From fifty metres away, I could already hear the screams of joy and happiness coming from inside; it made me feel queasy. Reaching for the door handle, I hesitated. What was I thinking? I couldn't do this! I'll just ruin everyone's chances of maybe getting over my death, or not, maybe not. After what felt like hours, I opened the two wooden double-doors. It seemed like everyone stopped to stare at me; you could've heard drop a pin and it could echo all around. With everyone's gaze on me, it made me feel really self-conscious. I put on foot forward, and then the other. Soon enough I was walking towards that glowing door that said; Administrative Office. Okay, maybe it wasn't glowing, but it was pretty close to it. When I was a few metres away from the door, the whispering started.
"Who is that? I swear she looks familiar, but I can't place w-"
"Looks like a slut, that's all I kno-"
"-and that's why I would bang her!"
Aren't they great? Five seconds and they're already making judgments. It feels like I never left. After closing the door behind me, I made my way to the headmistress's office, which was only on my left.
"Excuse me, you can't go in there! She's seeing someone" the receptionist yelled at me. She was a definite Moroi; pale skin, skinny. She had honey blond hair and hazel eyes. I looked at the headmistress's door again; Head Mistress Kirova the door plaque read. With my hand resting on the doorknob, I opened the door.
"Excuse me? Who do you think you are and why are you interrupting my meeting?" Ah, the familiar sound of Kirova's screeching brings me back. Of course, I wasn't a bad student when I left, but I did hear her yell through the doors a few times when I was picking up papers.
"You are excused. I think you already know my name, but I had no idea you had a meeting" Kirova had to be in her seventies, eighties maybe. For a Moroi, you could tell she wasn't your average Moroi with a guardian. No. In fact, she's the complete opposite! She scares away guardians, even if she is skinny and old, and her grey hair and beady grey eyes don't help either.
"I have never seen you in my life" she growled. If I didn't know I was the Slayer, I would probably be shitting myself by now.
"Come on, Ellen. Of course you remember me! I was your little honour student, remember?" my voice was calm, yet chilling; something I had mastered perfectly.
"I have never seen you in my life" she repeated, but this time it sounded less satisfied.
"Maybe you don't. How rude of me, I haven't introduced myself yet; my name is Lexi Vasisila Hathaway" when I said that, someone, other than Kirova, gasped. I turned my head towards the mystery guardian. He looked around thirty five, maybe forty. He had brown hair that came to his chin and framed his face perfectly, and chocolate brown eyes. I was guessing he was 6'7" and was wearing this strange looking duster. I swear I had seen him before.
"No…you were kidnapped" I forgot Kirova was there for a second.
"I was, but I escaped. Sorry to burst your bubble, Kirova. But I haven't seen any of my family in two years, can we sign some forms stating I am now a student or something?" I swear, Kirova looked two shades lighter, which did not look naturally possible.
"Y-yes, but we'll have to discuss your schedule and we'll have to assign a tutor for you"
"Tutor? How about, we leave that idea for a week? I go to all my classes, and if all my teachers give the 'okay', I don't have to get a tutor" She started going through a few files, pulling out random pieces of paper here and there.
"I like that idea. Just sign these forms and you're ready to go" she placed down three forms on her old wooden desk. I looked over them; a dorm availability form, a mass destruction off school property contract, and a legal contract stating that if we hurt ourselves on campus, we have no right to sue. I signed all three of them, and Kirova gave me a large key.
"Goodbye Kirova, and weird looking guardian guy" I said while leaving the office.
"Dimitri" I heard someone mumble, so I turned back.
"Huh?"
"My name is Dimitri. Dimitri Belikov" the guardian guy, who had an accent, held out his hand for me to shake. Something about his accent really bugged me. He sounded Russian, but I also had this feeling of darkness when I was near him. I left the room once again, and headed back through the cafeteria. The whispers started up again, but I wasn't paying attention; I needed to find someone. Everywhere I looked, I couldn't find him. I'm sure I looked everywhere twice, but still no sign of him. Instead, I left to find the second best person; my mother. Walking along the commons, a sense of déjà vu hit me. I remembered every time I walked along these halls. After minutes of fascination, I finally found the room I was looking for. 257. That's my mom's dorm room number. It's been etched into my brain since I learned how to talk. This is the room I grew up in. I knocked at the door several times before I heard any movement.
"Piss off! I'm trying to sleep" I heard mom yell. It made me laugh; this is exactly how I remember her. Still, my knocking increased. It became louder with every pound, and quicker with every movement. After five minutes, she finally opened the door.
"Do you want a death wish? Who are you?" okay, I'm not going to lie; that hurt. She doesn't even recognise her own daughter. I guess I have changed a little; I did lose 150 kilos.
"Do you know what's sad?" I asked, humour evident in my voice.
"I'm not here to listen to your surveys" she groaned. Her usually wavy dark brown hair was all knotted and scrunched up, and her eyes were blood-shot. She had been crying. Was she still not over my death?
"You don't remember your only daughter" my voice was barely over a whisper, but I knew she heard. By the way her eyes widened and searched my body, it was obvious she was trying to find a fault.
"Lexi? Is it really you?" tears escaped her eyes. I have never seen my mother cry before now, and it scared me. She's usually the one who tells us to look on the bright side; what happened to her?
"It's me mama" she enveloped me in a bear hug, which I accepted. She started sobbing hysterically, which was contagious because I started just after her. Ten hours could have passed before we finally let each other go.
"I'm just stating the obvious here; but you lost weight" she croaked. I couldn't help but laugh. It was so good to see her after two whole years.
"Yeah, I did. You look older"
"Don't even, missy! Death does that to you" queue depressing moment. I suddenly found the floor really interesting. With one hand, she cupped my cheek and lifted my face up.
"What happened? After you got kidnapped?"
"I suppose you want to full story? I don't really like repeating myself, so…where's Alik?" her face fell a little, but her eyes still held her true warrior.
"The library; studying" The library? The Alik I knew didn't care about school at all, let alone study. What have I done? I didn't even think my 'death' affected people that much. She must have seen the distress in my face.
"Come with me. We'll go through everything together, as a family" she held my hand, and we walked towards the library…