Title- Criminal
Author- Stacie C.
Disclaimer- I do not own the Vampire Academy Series or anything related to the series. This is purely for entertainment and nothing else.
Summary- Tasha Ozera is imprisoned for murder. This is her experience.
Author's Notes- This is set right after Last Sacrifice.
Feedback- Is appreciated.
"Lady Ozera."
Tasha eyes snapped open and her body tensed up. She sat up and smoothed her rumpled clothing, gazing narrowly at her new visitor.
It was Hans, the dhampir that seemed to be in charge. Tasha said nothing and tilted her head towards him, silently telling him to continue.
"Lady Ozera," Hans said again and cleared his throat, clearly he was uncomfortable addressing her. "As you know, you're going to be held here for some time. I've been told you've been asking for your lawyer and I'm afraid that's not possible right now."
Tasha stood, unfolding her lithe body gracefully, "What exactly do you mean 'that's not possible'?" Tasha pursed her lips and continued softly, "No matter the circumstances and I am still am member of the Twelve Families. I insist upon seeing a lawyer."
Usually Tasha hated the fact that she was part of the Royal Families, but considering the predicament she was in, she was not above using that small fact to get what she wanted.
Hans cleared his throat again and stared at a spot on the wall behind her. "As you're well aware, Lady, the Court is in a state of high alert right now." His voice sardonically betrayed his true feelings; disgust and anger. "I'm afraid it is just not possible. You still have your right to trail and council, those rights will just be postponed for the time being."
Annoyance flared within Tasha and her voice was tight as she addressed the dhampr. "I am not sure if you are understanding me correctly, Guardian. As a member of the Ozera family, I demand a laywer. Right now."
Tasha could see that she had pushed a bit too far in her requests.
Hans let out an angry breath and clenched his fists, "I'm not sure if you're understanding me, Ms. Ozera." It was a backhanded sign of disrespect to refuse to address a Royal as one. "The Queen is dead and you've severally wounded one of my people. You are implicated in treason of the highest degree. The Moroi Court is in shambles right now, so I apologize if your wants are not the foremost concern at the moment." Hans' face was blotched red in fury as he spoke to Tasha. His voice was dripping with unveiled sarcasm and loathing.
The infuriated dhampir then turned on his heel and walked away without another word. Tasha swore softly under her breath and pressed her forehead against the cool steel bars that entrapped her. This whole situation was spiraling out of her control. She was at a loss of what to do. What had seemed as brilliantly fail-proof plan was now in shambles all around her.