Vampire Academy – Book 1
Dimitri's Perspective
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It was Sunday and like all other Sundays, I went to Church. I've never really been religious but after killing six Strigoi, church became a habit. There was an Eastern Orthodox Church on campus which most students attended like me. I always sat in the back and I didn't partake in communion. I went to try to find peace. Even though Strigoi were evil creatures of the night who killed innocent lives', to me, it was still taking a life. I had killed –and that haunted me sometimes, thinking of their faces. They all had been human, Dhampirs or Moroi at some point. Many of them had been turned by brute force.
Today I noticed Rose in church sitting next to Lissa, somehow I didn't think she was religious either as she didn't partake in communion –but I guess when you were on full lockdown, church was the only option to see your best friend on Sunday.
Today I was especially conflicted, after thinking about Rose all night –the way she smelled, those mysterious laughing eyes, her body, her curves –Jesus what was I thinking I was in church. I looked over to her –not being able to help myself. Her long dark brown thick hair was down –that hair, it looked so great, if only I could run my hands through it just one time. Finally, church ended and I left guilty for thinking those sorts of thoughts in the house of God, well more guilty for thinking those thoughts period.
When I walked out, the smell of trouble radiated. Apparently, icy water had landed on Rose and Lissa's necks –Rose was just then giving Lissa her coat. That sort of thing showed me just how much she really did care –it proved to me that she would put in the effort to become a guardian.
Then I heard the idiot Moroi Ralf speak, "Wish you hadn't been wearing a coat, Rose. That shirt would have looked good wet."
I resisted the urge to slam him into the wall. My fists started to clench. He had absolutely no respect. I don't think Rose was very fond of his comment either by the look on her face. I wanted to walk away, but there were crowds of students filing out.
"That shirt's so ugly it should be burned. Did you get that from a homeless person," asked a very pale, skinny and young looking Moroi girl. I felt bad –I knew Rose didn't have the means to buy expensive clothing –then again, she could probably wear a rubber suit and look out of this world sexy.
"I suppose you want to offer to burn it, huh? Rose retorted, "Oh, wait –fire isn't your element is it? You work with water. What a coincidence that a bunch just fell on us."
Ahh, I realized, this must be the Mia girl the students talk about who seems to dislike Rose and Lissa. Rose, don't do anything stupid I thought to myself.
I think I heard Mia deny her claims –but there were a lot of people, and she didn't talk as loud as Rose.
"Nothing to me. But Ms. Kirova will probably have something to say when she finds out you used magic against another student." Not if she knew it was against Rose… I thought.
I finally managed to stalk off. I didn't want to have any part of that. Besides, it sort of made me realize just how big our age difference was; in numbers, I was twenty-four and Rose was seventeen. Seven years wasn't that much in the great realm, but right now, it was life time. She was getting in fights with teenage girls; I was getting in battles with murderous Strigoi.
Later I spotted Rose with the Mason kid, all huddled up in a corner table. She was supposed to be in her room. Knowing Rose, I didn't want to be the one getting her in trouble so instead I walked up to the matron and pointed out that Rose was not supposed to be hanging out –she was on probation. It was cowardly, I admit, but the last thing I needed was an angry Rose.
The matron said she would take care of it and I walked off, suddenly feeling a little guilty. Mason was harmless, mostly, but I didn't want someone else catching them together when Rose was supposed to be in her room. I tried to convince myself that was the only reason –but truth be told I hated the way that Mason kid looked at her. I envied him –because Rose was something that he could have right now. Something I couldn't have. I could never go and just sit close to her, hold her hand or flirt with her.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I can't believe I was even thinking that. I wondered about it. I finally decided that it wasn't so bad. Nothing was ever going to happen, she was my student and I was her mentor. I simply cared about her and admitted that she was a very beautiful girl.
Later I read a letter from my grandmother –she's always been a bit crazy and sometimes would try to tell the future. She lives in Siberia with my mother and sisters and I haven't seen them in over four years. It made me realize how homesick I was.
The letter said the following: Sometimes you have to stop playing by the rules and do whatever you want. Steal a Roza from the garden.
What did that mean? Grandma always found some way to freak me out, especially because Roza was Rose in Russian. And the only rule I wanted to break was with Roza.
I spent the rest of the day in my room reading a Western novel –the book was my escape. If we all lived in the West, there would be no social constraints. You could do whatever you want, protect whoever you want edand marry the girl you wanted. And I only wanted one girl.