Temptation Chapter 2: Evil, a vampire academy fanfic

I waited till he had turned and left, allowing myself to breathe and a single tear fall. Slowly, ever so slowly, I txted Sydney again, and sat down to wait for her. The ring slipped down my knuckle and I watched it fall and spin, the sound reaching my ears with muted finality. A peek inside Lissa's mind showed me that she was leaning agaisnt the toilet, Christian anxiously pacing outside the locked door and demanding to be let in. Her rounded stomach brought a smile to her face, one that quickly disappeared when the nausea grew again. I pulled out and watched the moon. I could have had it all. Maybe if I had fought back in the caves and saved him, saved him before they took him. After the cabin, we would have been together.

I should have fought Alberta and the others that held me back. I should never have lost him. I sighed and let my head rest on my knees. So many things I should have done. A silver car pulled up and a disgruntled Sydney hopped out.

"Do you ever consider that maybe I sleep? You evil creatures might not, but I do." I smirked at her as she angrily splashed potion on the body and typed his name into the database with her laptop, always on and open on the passenger seat.

"You just need a little more excitement in your life." she glowered at me and jumped back into the car.

"I'll send the tattooist for you and Tim on wednesday, he'll meet you at your work. You're on wednesday night still, aren't you?" she paused, waiting for my reply before she typed in the details. I nodded absently and remembered that I still had to make up wednesdays theme. I worked at a bar, of course, singing and waitressing. It was the only job that allowed me to scout for enemies, earn money but have flexible hours. I was still on a nocturnal schedule, so the all night bar suited me fine. I was allowed to drag the drunks out and split up fights. She pulled away sharply, driving down the street. I watched her till she was on the main road, eyes fixed on the narrow street. We lived in a narrow strip of houses near the main industrial area. The factories, high buildings and narrow streets riddled with dark alleys was the perfect place for strigori, especially when the main work force moved at night. I turned and dragged myself back to the broken window. What a manic monday. Tim chuckled and hauled me back through, before grabbing the replacement glass and slotting it back into place.

"I'm glad we kept extra." He smoothed it over and checked the weapons. The flame thrower I had 'borrowed' sat near the door while stakes were hidden at random through out the whole room. I snorted and checked the time. 4 am. I groaned and collapsed back onto the bed. Why had Dimitri come back? To check on me? Did he change his mind! No, I was just fooling myself. He came back to make Abe happy. I was still alive, so he would disappear again. I sighed and wrenched my hair tie out, allowing my hair to cascade. I only ever got the smallest amount trimmed, so I didn't get split ends. It now hung low, touching the top of my butt, silky and almost black. Dimitri always loved my long hair. Tim touched my back gently and I turned to face him.

"I'm heading out to see Kate. Are you going to be okay?" Kate was his long term girlfriend. She was 5 months pregnant with their baby. She was a moroi. They were going to get married after the baby was born and she fit her dress again. I nodded sleepily and waited till he was gone to grab my ipod out to find wednesdays songs. I needed five songs, all of which would be scattered throughout the night. I usually stuck with a theme and spoke a little beforehand about why I chose it. Call me silly, but it made me feel like I wasn't being crushed by the hopelessness that consumed me. The weight of it pressing down upon my chest whenever I thought of him. Whenever I dreamed of what could have been. I should have told I love him one last time.

I smiled grimly as my eyes landed on my first song. I knew exactly what I would be singing about. My songs landed me with an extra $10 an hour and countless other tips from the drunken men at the bar. I didn't mind. I was the indoor bouncer. I waited up, compiling songs until the sun began to rise. Only then did I let myself sleep, knowing the safety of the sun would protect me.

When I awoke, Tim was fast asleep on the oppposite side of the room. It wasn't weird sharing. Our safe house was two story, the upper level was a single room, roof acess and a treasure trove of weapons. It's where we planned to retreat to should we be invaded. The lower level had a simple kitchen, neither of us were cooks so it was unused. Tim had attempted to make us breakfast once. I stopped him just as he was about to stick the knife in the toaster to get the bread that was stuck. He also pointed out to me the fact that the sticker on the plate covered the "not" in "Microwavable safe" after I managed to explode it in the microwave. Adam always fed us at the bar. Our room was the largest and held the two beds, weapons and a couch. The TV was hardly ever used, so remained shoved to the corner.

I crept to the bathroom and showered, knowing that the sound of running water would wake him up as soon as I got in. the shower stung a bit, and I sat down, beginning the slow task of pulling glass shards out of my calf. The adrenalin had prevented me from feeling the pain. Tuedays were lazy days, our recovery day should the hunting turn out nasty. I dressed in workout clothes and checked the time. 11pm. I checked Tim, madly tuning the radio to hear all the news from the world we had left behind.

The gym was quiet when I arrived and I found myself alone in the weights room. It was oddly comforting. I trained with Dimitri, or no-one. So, of course I was always alone. It didn't feel right. When I started practices here, I had to adjust my sense of everything. He was gone, but I had to carry on. An hour later the doors opened again, but my stomach remained untouched by the tell tale nausea. I continued to jog on the treadmill, sweat gathered on my exposed skin. My hair, plaited and in a tight bun was annoying me, but I shrugged it off. If I was fighting, it would be a risk. It had to be up. I sacrificed my comfort for the memory of him, I should suffer for it.. When my set distance beeped, I climbed off and stretched forward gratefully. My heart did flips when I remembered how he used to help me stretch my quads after a long run, leaning against my leg, hands on my thigh to support it. I cringed, crumpling forward a bit. He made me weak. He crippled me. I grabbed my stuff, nodding to the usual guy behind the desk and walked out, past the other late night gym goers.

Arriving back home, I was met with silence. I stopped, sensing something wasn't right. The lights were all on... I dropped my stuff and gripped my stake. The bathroom door was closed, a puddle of water seeping out from under the door reflected the lights and shapes. It was tinged pink...

reckless as always, I slammed into the door, facing Tim, passed out, head bleeding. I ignored his lack of clothes and threw a towl over him. It looked like he had slipped getting out of the shower. I inspected the gash. It needed stitches. Hoisting him up, I wrapped the towel securely around him and laid him on his bed. I needed a car. The house was firmly locked and all the traces of blood erased. Down the road there was a simple Toyota. I glanced up the street once before approaching it and checking the lock. I opened the car door, Hathaway style and brushed the broken glass off the seats before I sat.. A couple minutes later the car roared to life, the compartment under the steering wheel spilling its wires and contents. Wasn't much of a grandtheft auto, but it would do.

I hate hospitals. When we finally got home, strict instuctions to not fall asleep incase of concussion. It was near our sleeping time. I cursed and made coffee for both of us. It would be a long "night". Luckily, I found a way to entertain myself. Around 2 pm, Dimitri walked past. We had cleaned up the glass, and now there was no sign of where we actually stayed. He paused and a calculating look came onto his face. His gaze turned to the roof and he gazed at out our ventilation shaft, then he realised that it was identical to the the next six houses. He sighed and went back to the scene of the fight. I watched his lithe steps, wondering how someone so tall and large could be so graceful. He stooped and I craned my neck to see what for. Then I saw my stake. He picked it up and rubbed a thumb over the hilt.. I sighed and reached down to my pocket. Sure enough, there was his stake. He pocketed mine and continued walking, picking up his phone. I sank down the wall and smiled discretely. I studied the stake closely. On the bottom, a mark caught my attention. I wiped it with my sleeve. In shallow, cursive writing was an engraving. Roza. A smile adorned my face. Then realisation hit home. This was his old stake. The one he had before he was changed. I grabbed it from the caves and it was in Lissa's room. He obviously found it. Or Lissa gave it to him. That's why he treasured it. It was from her.

"Rose! Work!" Tim hobbled through the door. I pushed him over to his bed and grabbed my work clothes out of the wardrobe. Black skinny jean with studded pockets, a black singlet and knee high boots. The heels were tipped with charmed silver. I was always prepared. I dressed and let my hair out, brushing the knots out. Sliding my stake into the insert in my jacket, I was ready to go. As I left, Tim saluted smartly and returned to holding a bag of frozen peas to his forhead. The walk to the bar was eventless and kept my mind at peace with the familiar routine. The bar was filled with the regulars and some newbies, but no signs of him. I settled behind the bar and began pouring drinks, flirting with the cute guys that tipped me and forever watching the crowds. When it finally came to my turn to sing, I sauntered up to the stage and waved down the whistles and cheers.

"All right guys! How many of you have ever been in love?" people nodded and I dramatically covered my heart with a hand. Then I grinned, almost sadistically. "LOVE SUCKS!" they cheered again. "You give your heart to some one, then they set it on fire with cheap liqour and a box of matches! Well, this song is for all you broken hearts out there that want a little consolation." The room quietened and I heard the first few notes beginning. I sighed and scanned the room. My eyes fixed with deep brown ones that I knew instantly. Something clicked and I was angry. I was furious.

No, I can't take one more step towards you
'Cause all that's waiting is regret
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

His eyes flashed and he looked at his feet.

I learned to live, half alive
And now you want me one more time

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

Lissa had given him his life back, but I knew that his heart had frozen over, from fear..

I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I've learned to live, half alive
And now you want me one more time

It took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
'Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back

Every line was true, every emotion poured into it. I shut my eyes and poured what was left of my soul into the song.

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?

The crowds cheered and I bowed cheekily, getting the rowdy laughter.

"I'll be up in about an hour for the next song, until then, you know where my tips jar is!" I yelled, grinning. They banged their feet on the floor and toasted me, Rose rising in a single cheer. I ignored him and slipped in behind the bar again. Dimitri approached. Before he could say anything, the doors smashed open and strigori poured in. My stake was in my hand instantly. I glanced down at it and then at the one Dimitri held. His gaze locked with mine for a brief second. We threw them at the same time and ended up with our own stakes again.

"Ready to rock'n'roll Comrade?" he smiled sadly. I shrugged and launched myself at the strigori, seeing him pause before doing the same. Together we managed to draw them outside where the humans wouldn't see. I would usually have to kick a gang of some sort out. Thats when the true fighting began. Dimitri was as amazing as always, but a little stiff, like he hadn't trained recently.

"Been slacking off, Comrade?" I teased him as I dispatched one strigori and moved on to the next. He grinned savagely and threw a tall blonde one aside.

"The student always surpasses the teacher, Roza." I swept the feet out from under a previously moroi woman and stamped on her with silver heels. Stunned, she ceased thrashing long enough for me to expertly sink my stake into her heart. We fought for what seemed like ages. I had just killed my last one when I backed into another. I turned swiftly, hissing savagely about to strike when I realised it was Dimitri, and that he had turned to do the exact same thing. Sirens sounded and I swore. A shiny porshe was parked a few feet away. I had an idea. But these types of cars needed a little something to get them open. Sydney's car screeched to a stop and she began working on the bodies, mentally counting for us and handing a sheet to a burly man with her. I didn't stop to ask. Dimitri and the man followed me as I sprinted.

"Dimitri! I need a condom." He looked at me with the rose-is-crazy stare.

"As much as I want to, this isnt a great time Roza..." He replied warily.

"Dimitri.. I need a damn condom or something else that has slippery liquidy stuff in it." He searched his pockets as he ran and threw one at me. I ripped it open with my teeth and dropped the packet. The car was getting closer when I slipped the house key into the condom. Once we reached the car, I shoved the key into the door and wiggled it a bit, hearing the satisfying clicks of the doors all opening. They hopped in the car and I wrenched open the wire compartment, sparking the car to life. It was beautiful. Speeding away, I swerved onto the motorway and crossed four lanes of traffic at once. A chorus of horns followed me, but I floored it. Dimitri appeared to be praying. I revved the car to annoy him and it snarled in response. Why couldn't I have found an audi?

"Roza.. Rose.. ROSE! Mind that truck - Бог, эта женщина будет моей смерти ! "(God, this woman is going to be the death of me!) I avoided the truck with a casual twist of my hand and over took it. He appeared to have trouble speaking. Oh, I was evil.