AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is REALLLLY hard to do, because I'm not sure if I should go completely crazy and make it a work of my own, which would so totally piss some people off, OR just stick with what the book told us what happens with Lissa… =/
Review your opinions please…
Oh, and once again things in ITALICS are taken directly from the book, because it's direct interactions, that Rose's POV gave us direct quotes from and stuff. =3
DOESN'T BELONG TO ME!
But man, that'd be cool.
Oh, I just noticed, I have an error in my first chapter, though I'm not quite sure how to go back and fix it… I had thought that Lissa was already off her meds, so that's my mistake. Sorries. I'm reading LOTS of books at once, and I kinda only crack Shadow Kiss back open, for when I'm doing this.
I could almost hear Rose's grumblings from a mile away-though, it was my imagination. I truly could picture her, with crystal clarity, trudging across the campus, her arms folded over her chest, face harsh with a grim disposition, glaring at anyone who dares to look at her.
But then she truly is trudging into the room, looking slightly angrier than I had imagined she would be. Truly, it isn't that bad-it isn't as if we she would be assigned to anyone other than me, when we actually got out of here. But none the less, I find myself smiling.
"Oh, look at your face. It's true, isn't it? You really are assigned to Christian." I ask, leaning forward on my hands, my hair falling slightly over my shoulder, though I toss it back over my shoulder. I can't help but smile a little wider, as she glares. "Would it kill you to be a little less miserable? I mean, he's my boyfriend, after all. I hang out with him all the time. It's not that bad."
Rose slumps down into a chair, immediately slouching, and looking as if she'd rip the head off of anyone who dares touch her-and possibly even drink their blood too, like a medieval vampire. "You have the patience of a saint," she retorts, "And besides, you don't have to hang out with him 24/7"
"Neither will you. It's only 24/6"
"Same difference. It might as well be 24/10."
I want to laugh at her for a moment, before I realize she isn't joking. I don't notice the small frown, creasing my face, "That doesn't make any sense…"
But she simply waves at me, and turns to survey the cafeteria. But oh, I'm positively bursting inside. These next six weeks… They're going to be amazing-probably the most fun we'll have at the Academy. I'll be relaxing with Rose, Christian, and Eddie, the whole time… And I'll be off my medications.
The time truly can't squeeze by fast enough. I can already feel the magic, deep inside my core, though it's faint, like a single dying star, in the blackest clouds of night, and it's hard to touch… But that wonderful, splendid feeling makes me smile so goofily.
I look to Rose, and how she's glaring away from me, at everyone else. I'm about to tease her, though she turns to look at me.
"Stop worrying about me. What's up?" she asks, and for a moment I'm shocked. How did she know…? Oh. The bond.
I grin bashfully at the one comfort that comes from her being able to read my mind. "I got permission." Even I can hear the slight sing-song tint to my voice.
"Permission for-?" Purposefully, I picture myself, an ethereal glow surrounding me, as I brush my hand against a dying plant. Her eyes grow wide, and fearful, though I know she shouldn't be. "What? You're going to stop your meds?"
For a moment, I'm shocked. I thought she would have been happy for me, as I am happy… "I have to check in with Ms. Carmack every day and regularly talk to a counselor." Though I'd rather not have some man or woman probing at my mind with invisible tools, it would be so worth being able to use spirit again. "I can't wait to see what I can do with Adrian."
"Adrian's a bad influence." The frown that mares Rose's pretty face disheartens me slightly.
"He didn't make me do this, Rose. I chose it." I whisper, leaning over to touch her arm. "Hey, listen. Don't worry. I've been so much better, and lots of people are going to have my back."
"Everyone except me." She murmurs, and I don't need the bond to feel how sad she is she didn't get me for the field experience. For a moment, I wonder if I can reach across to her and 'heal' her mentally, before I realize-it's too early, and I wouldn't even know if that'd work. "Oh man. The zero hour is almost here." Rose mumbles.
I look up, my eyes following where hers fell. Feelings of excitement and absolute bliss pour through me, oozing in every ounce of my body. I've missed him, though we only saw each other a little while ago.
"I can't wait to get this show on the road. You and me are going to have so much fun, Rose. Picking out curtains, doing each other's hair, telling ghost stories…"
Christian and I laugh as Rose speaks, "I'll leave you two alone for your final moments." It's obvious, in the way that her face is set, that she can feel that rush of joy that only Christian can bring to me, though Rose makes me happy… Just not in the same way as Christian does. For just a moment, I wonder if OTHER things can reach her mind, when Christian and I are alone… But then he's sitting down at the table, his chair turned backwards, and hair falling into his eyes in a way that just makes my heart sing.
Christian leans over and takes my chin in his hand. He brings our faces close together, lips a hairs breath from each other, "Hi." He whispers.
I can't help but laugh, closing the distance between our lips to plant a kiss on his, letting my lips linger on his for a moment. I smile, pulling back to gaze into those pure blue eyes, that have sublimely captured my heart. He is, without a doubt, the man of my dreams-or as close to it as I'd get. But even if a man on a snow white horse appeared in a meadow of flowers, telling me that he loved me, I still wouldn't chose him over Christian.
I brush my nose against Christian's, and smile. "Please, be nice to her. She's having a hard time." I beg in a whisper.
Christian looks shocked, but then smiles and wraps his arm around my shoulders, as I lean my head on his shoulder. I let my eyes drift closed, in comfort. "For you… I'll try. But only if I get another kiss."
I laugh at him, and smile so wide I feel my nose crinkle with it. I press my lips to his again, fleetingly, and I laugh again when I pull back and his lips are still puckered slightly. He opens one eye, to look at me, and smirks. "You're a pain, you know that?"
"I believe that'd be you, Christian."
He smiles, and glances up, watching as Rose and Eddie exit the line. He groans, and shakes his head. I tilt my head to the side, giving him a questioning glance. He gives me a teasingly pained glance.
"She's going to be sleeping in my dorm."
I don't catch on. "So…?"
"Eddie's going to be sleeping in yours…"
Once again, I'm left in the dark-Christian chuckles half heartedly at me for it.
"It surprises me how innocent you can be sometimes," he murmurs, then leans in close, whispering in my ear, "They're supposed to be on duty. Even at night. They'll be watching us…"
Realization slowly begins to dawn on me, making me hide my giggle behind my hand, "No sneaking out." We whisper together, wrapping our arms around each other for another kiss, as the bell rings.
