I know this one's short, but I typed this fast. Hey, a short chapter is better than no chapter, right? ...Maybe? Please review! :)
I take a swig of water, my eyes never leaving the man in the corner. His arm rests on the wall above the girl, leaning towards her, talking to her. She is completely oblivious to his...immortality. To my surprise, she's a dhampir, but she doesn't appear to be a bloodwhore. Not that I had a clear view of her.
Every once and a while, he will shift, just in a way that I catch a glipse of his face. Something about him seems familiar to you. Something I can't quite put my finger on.
Once again, I was back at the clubs, staking out for strigoi. I had no job, no money, nothing. So this was now how I occupied my time. Hunting.
Fortunately, back at the academy, I didn't have to train in a dress. I brought only one, throwing it into my suitcase, just in case, and am definately regretting it.
It's the black dress. The black dress. And I can't help but think of that night, and I instantly want to run home and protect Lissa. And then I think of the lust charm, and I want to run home and throw my arms around him.
Suddenly, the strigoi straightens, placing his hand on the small of her back and begins to lead her through the crowd. Showtime...
I stay a safe pace behind them, trying to blend in to the crowd. Couples grind and sway to the electronic pulse, their bodies moving in sync. I slip around the dancers, determined to reach the two before he can even touch her. But people move and twist, and I am quickly left behind in the sea of dhampirs, Moroi, and humans. When the strigoi and the young girl reach the side wall, the strigoi glances around before grabbing the girl and shoving her out of the side door.
The familiar ache runs through me. The need to protect. I supress it, at least long enough to wait two heartbeats before following them out the door, pushing couples out of the way.
When I step out the door, he's already drinking, his hands holding the girl up. She is slumped against him, her body limp with endorphins and blood loss.
"Hey," I call, watching as he spins to face me. "At least pick on someone who can put up a fight."
He stares, wide-eyed, before his mouth shifts into a cold grin. He drops the girl, and she immediately slides to the gritty ground.
The strigoi steps up quickly, and we circle. He lunges, and I jump out of the way. The man spins and catches me around the waist, plowing me back into the brick wall behind me.
My head cracks against the wall, causing my vison to blur. But even as I loose focus, I realize that the strigoi looks incredibly familiar. I roll out of the way when his fist shoots towards me, out of the blackness. Several of the bricks crack under the force of his knuckles. He curses, following me along the wall. His hand reaches for me, but I dart away, but not before he grabs my ponytail and tugs out the elastic band.
He sucks in a deep breathe, smirking. I kick out, hitting him in the stomach. The strigoi stumbles back, but seems to rebound off of the wall, flying at me so fast I barely have time to move.
I duck to the side, but he fists his hands in my hair and throws me against the other end of the alley. My heart is a jack hammer, pounding against my ribcage.
And he's there, his hands on my hips, a dangerous glint in his eye. He leans towards my neck, thirst clearly written on his face. I slip my hands between us, both palms holding the dangerous silver, and shove myself against him, pushing the stake into his chest. He lets out a strangled cry and drops like a stone. I study his face. Familiar. So familiar.
"Who are you?" I ask him, although he cannot answer me. His hair is dark, his lips cracked open, blood smeared around his mouth.
After several moments to catch my breath, I turn back to the young, unconcious girl. Her hair is dark and messy, hanging like a sheet over her face and neck. I kneel beside her, pulling her hair off of her shoulder.
Several marks litter her neck, but she has no where near the amount that a blood whore would. I judge she's about seventeen. She moans and her turns her head to the side, her hair falling away from her face.
I stare in disbelief. It all comes back, and I suddenly know where I've seen the strigoi's face before. A little under a year ago. Before the murder, before the whole Dimitri thing, before the trials. I recognize the face. Rolan.
I turn back, gently shaking the girl's shoulders, careful not to let her head hit the wall behind her. "Viktoria. Wake up."
Dramatic ending! Dun dun duhh...
Don't know if you all saw that coming or not, but I didn't. Just kind of fell into my lap ;)
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