•so, here's chapter two. Oh, and by the way, I made a polyvore thing of the outfit the girls are wearing. Here is a link. rose_lissas_party_outfit/set?id=102851094
Enjoy•

~meanwhile, in a black car hidden nearby.~
A man with greying black hair sat in his car, laughing evilly. He seemed to be slightly crazed, boasting to the man in the passenger seat next to him about how his plan had worked.
"I've been planing this for years!" He laughed "I'm happy to finally have done it."
His neighbour just nodded slowly, staring in to space.
"Yes, brother, you are right" he said slowly, sounding almost dazed.
The first man laughed again, now talking about how he couldn't wait to find out if his hunch was right.
This man was a Moroi earth user, who had caused the the accident by causing the tree to fall across the road.
His name was Victor Dashkov.

~Back in the SUV, Rose's POV~

I groaned, bringing my arm up to my eyes. I tried to think back, to what had happened and why I was in so much pain. I came up with nada

"Rose!" Lissa yelled.

"Wha? I asked, softly, opening my eyes.

Suddenly, the events of the night came slamming back to me, hitting me so hard that I sat up so quickly that I smashed my already pounding head against one of the seats. I groaned again, but then shook it off, turning my attention to the more important matters.

"Lissa, are you ok? We have to get you to a hospital!" I said

"Rose, I fine really!" She stated. I gave her a skeptical look. "No, seriously, Rose, I think it's you who needs to be admitted to hospital." She said, trembling.

"Wha... What are you talking about? I asked

"Look at your self, Rose." She whispered

Following her advice, I looked down and was completely shocked at what I saw. I'd thought Lissa's blood splattered dress was bad, but it was nothing compared to mine. The previously pristine white fabric was now completely dyed a deep crimson red from all the blood.

I put my hand to my throbbing head, groaning in pain and my now pale hand came away covered in even more blood. Stunned, I glanced over at the window where I had been sitting and noticed that the car was upside down, and that the window had an enormous, red stained smash in it. In the back of my now barley functioning mind, I realised that the red stains were blood and the smash had been created by my head slamming against it.

I gasped, now shaking and leaned back against the door.

"Rose? Are you ok?" Lissa asked, worried.

"I-I-I I don't know, Liss." I stammered

She looked at me for a second and then snapped in to action, grabbing the phone her parents had given her for her last birthday, and punching a number in to it. Half-heartedly, I realised that I should be doing that, but I couldn't. I was in too much shock.

She pressed the cell to her ear, anxiously drumming her silver-blue glittery fingernails on the side of her silver glitter high heel.

"Oh thank god!" She exclaimed

"We're on the I-81 highway, near Pennsylvania. Our car ran off the road and hit a tree. There- there are six people in the car. Two Damphirs, four Moroi." She said in to the phone.

I listened to the person on the other side, but couldn't make out what they were saying. After a few seconds, Lissa nodded and turned the phone off. We sat in silence for a while, just listening and waiting, until we heard the tell-tale sirens of ambulances, cops and fire trucks. Everything after that was a blur. They pulled the doors off our upside down SUV, and first pulled out the guardian and Lissa's - no, our- family, strapping them to stretchers, pushing them into ambulances and speeding away, towards the Royal Court and the Alma Dragomir memorial hospital. They pulled Lissa and I out last, being the only ones conscious. As they lifted me, in my still shocked state, on to a stretcher, Lissa resisted getting in to a separate ambulance.

"I'm sorry Miss Dragomir, but it's against regulation. You have to be in you own ambulance." Said the paramedic.

"Please. You have to let me go with her! She's my best friend. We almost DIED just now! I need her support!" Lissa almost yelled.

I looked at the man pleadingly. He looked between us, seemingly waging a mental battle over weather to follow protocol or do what would be best for the mental health of a pair of obviously traumatised teenage girls. He sighed.

"Fine. Hop in" he said quietly. We both gave him a thankful look, and then we were off.

•so that's chapter two. I will start working on part three tomorrow.

So what do you guys think of my Victor-caused-the-accident theory? Coz I mean, he must have suspected something before the events of the first book, before they ran away even. Why else would he have had Natalie follow them that day Lissa revived the crow?•