AN: So Hi Guys, I've got chapter six ready for you. This chapter has both Lissa and Christian's point of views, so I hope you enjoy it!

Little Lies

All Characters belong to Richelle Mead; I only own my imagination, and Mark and Sarah. Gotta love Mark and Sarah.

Chapter 6

Lissa's point of view

I walked fast, faster than I thought I could walk without accidentally shifting into a light jog. I felt tears swell up in my eyes, tears that threatened to spill out without warning. I shuffled through the loitering students, both Moroi and Dhampir and made my way to the main building and then to the corridor that led to the girl's dorms. I kept walking as fast as I could. I pushed the door to my room open with a force I didn't know I had in me and just stood there staring at my space, my belongings and my new life. This is what I had become; this is what I had to be. I blinked a few times, feeling the tears finally slip out of my eyes and drag their way down my cheeks. I closed the door behind me. I shared my room with Rose, she brought with her stuff, stuff and more piles of stuff and a light atmosphere. Now she was not here though, so the mood in the room was just a reflection of the emotions in my head. I sighed and moved to my bed that was adjacent to Rose's. I sat down on the soft blankets and pressed my head to my knees. I needed to breathe. This feeling swelling up inside me was far too familiar. It was a mixture of anger, sadness and confusion. All these emotions needed an outlet and I didn't know how to release them. I raised my head from my knees and stared at the mirror hanging above Rose's desk. I saw my face. A face I remembered very well. I saw my oval face, my curling blond locks of hair framing it. I saw my eyes, the same eyes my father had, the eyes of my family. I saw my lips, full but twisted in a frown. It was me alright, but at the same time I felt as if I were looking at a stranger.

"How could you?" I whispered at my reflection. "How could you do that to him?"

My reflection did not reply. All that I got was an eerie stare from emerald eyes. I knew what I had to do to feel better. I knew what I needed to do. I needed to go find Christian and beg him to let me take my words back. But then again, he had said that we were not friends. Was it even worth it? Perhaps I was just hanging on to him, because if I did I had hope to become something different. Different from what? – I did not know. Perhaps I felt bad because I honestly liked him. He was different, maybe he was the kind of different I wanted to be.

I was suddenly snapped out of my gloomy thoughts by the sharp buzz of my cell phone. I got up, feeling my whole body protest. All I wanted to do was crawl under the covers and sleep my bad mood off, but I went for the phone anyway. I checked the caller ID; it was an unknown number, apparently from Las Vegas. I furrowed my brow and pressed answer.

"Hello," I said with a steady voice.

"Hello mon amie cousin, lovely Lissa," the voice on the other side of the line replied.

I let out a slightly dulled down laugh. "Adrian?"

"Yes, who else would it be, cousin?" He replied. I felt a huge wave of calmness surround me. A feeling of such familiarity surrounded me, making me sit down on the edge of the bed again. "I got a call from my parents telling me that you've been captured."

"Captured and captured," I sighed. "Rose and I are back at St. Vladimir's."

"So, how is captivity treating you?" Adrian inquired. To me he sounded a bit intoxicated, but then again Adrian was rarely not intoxicated.

"It's…fine." The line went silent for a while. I heard Adrian taking a few deep breaths as if to clear his mind.

"Lissa, you're a terrible liar. I've been drinking all day, I can barely stand up, but I can tell you're lying your face off," Adrian said. I had a feeling he had an arrogant smile on his face.

"Perhaps I am, but you know how it is here," I said and tried to sound like I wasn't having a mental breakdown just before he called.

"I know, I know," Adrian said hesitating a bit before he continued. "And how's the…ya know?"

He didn't need to specify his question. "It's okay. Rose is keeping me out of trouble."

"Rose is trouble," Adrian stated.

"What is it with you and her?" I asked smiling to myself. As long as I could remember Rose and Adrian had had a strange but beautifully amusing love-hate relationship.

"She gets under my skin," Adrian replied.

"Yeah," I said and fell into a silence.

"What's wrong?" Adrian asked. He sounded genuinely concerned.

"I… I just did something today that didn't feel right to me." I patted the quilt under me.

"Well, why did you do it then?" Adrian asked.

"I had to. It was for the best."

"Doing things that don't feel right to you rarely makes anything better," Adrian stated.

"You don't know what I'm talking about," I said sternly.

"I know what I'm talking about," Adrian said echoing my tone.

"What's done is done. There's nothing I can do about it anymore."

"Is it? I find that things that are done can often be undone. Like shoelaces." Adrian hummed some strange tune and continued. "Lissa, my love, you know what to do. You just need to do it without thinking. Thinking gets you nowhere…" Adrian paused for a second. "…Except perhaps to the mental ward, but that's not the point. The point is you have to do what feels right, not what seems right."

I let his words sink into my mind, slowly but surely. It wasn't a shock to me that Adrian had good advice to offer. He usually did, you just had to discover the true meaning behind his strange ramblings. I had known Adrian for most of my life. Our parents were friends and we had become good friends, close friends eventually. He took some getting used to, but it was definitely worth it. We weren't actually related, but Adrian liked to call me his cousin, just to emphasize the strong connection between us. I trusted him with my life, my secrets, our secrets that we shared and my troubles, the deepest desires of my heart. I trusted him with everything really. And he did the same with me. He had helped Rose and me when we were on the run. Always lending us money, keeping our cover and not telling anyone where we were. Just like Rose, he was a part of me I couldn't live without.

"What are you thinking of Lissa dearest?" Adrian's voice sounded tender.

"About what you said," I answered. I bit my lip and tried to think of my options. "Adrian?"

"Yes."

"How do I undo something that seems it can't be undone?"

"Hmm, well…It would help to know what you're talking about, but if it seems it can't be undone, then you have to break it and build it again."

"That sounds painful," I stated.

"Pain comes and goes, what "if's" stay forever," Adrian said.

"I don't think I can take any more pain right now."

"Well, then you just have to wait for the right moment," Adrian said and clicked his tongue. "Ya know what I'm saying?"

"I think so."

"Alright then. Listen, I have to get going before it the sun comes up so I'll check up on you soon ok?"

"Ok," I said. "Thanks for your advice."

"Anytime, cousin," Adrian said and disconnected.

I felt a bit better after my conversation with Adrian. He had always had that effect on me. As crazy as his advice might seem, it was usually good and useful. To distract my thoughts I started working on my biology homework. Cells and organisms seemed to invade my mind in such a way that I was so concentrated that I didn't notice Rose coming into our room.

"Hey Liss," she called.

"Hey," I replied with a halfhearted smile on my face. Rose seemed to notice my lack of enthusiasm and cocked her head to the side.

"What's wrong, you look like you just saw a bunch of kittens boiled alive?"

I cringed at the thought and shook my head. "I broke it off with Christian today."

"Broke it off?" Rose repeated raising her eyebrows. "I didn't think there was anything to break off. Was it that serious?"

"No," I said defensively. "I just did enjoy his company."

I guess Rose could see the repugnant look on my face, because her features softened a bit. "Lissa, you know it's not good for you to hang out with someone like him. You're supposed to be lying low."

"I know what I'm supposed to be doing, but did you ever think that maybe I don't want to do what I'm supposed to do, maybe I want to do what I want to do," I snapped at her, knowing she was only trying to help, but to be honest I was tired of people telling me who, what, and how I should be.

"Whoa," Rose said and raised her arms up in a defensive manner. "That's a bit dramatic don't you think."

"I'm entitled to my feelings, Rose," I said, dropping my pen down onto the desk.

"Of course you are," Rose said and dropped her bag on the floor; she sat next to me on the edge of the table and placed her hand on my shoulder. "It's just that both of us have to make this work. Do you think I like being in lockdown and tortured by crazy Belikov?"

I sighed and nodded that I understood. "Is he really that bad?"

"Belikov?" Rose asked.

"Yeah, he seems kind enough."

Rose scoffed. "Yeah, maybe to you he's nice. To me he's being so unfair. All we do is run laps and work out so much that I can barely move an inch without my muscles protesting."

"Maybe it's just tough love?" I asked.

"Yeah, I don't know if I want that kind of love from him," Rose said while taking a seat on her bed. "Although…"

"Although what?" I asked, seeing the dreamy look that crossed her face.

"Well, if he wasn't so bossy then maybe I could deal with his 'tough love'." Rose smiled at me.

I let out a genuine laugh. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that the man has a nice ass. There's no denying that." Rose flipped her hair and gave me one of her trademark grins.

"You're insane," I replied and shook my head. "He's your instructor."

"So, that's never stopped anyone before." Rose seemed uninterested in the conflict.

"He could get into a lot of trouble," I said, catching Rose's attention.

"Lissa," she said. "This is Dimitri Belikov we're talking about. He's like the poster child for goodie two shoes. A deadly goodie two shoes, but still."

"You're having dirty thoughts about your mentor," I said and let out a light laugh.

Rose rolled her eyes. "Well a girl can dream can't she?"

"Yes she can," I said and heard Rose join me in laughter.

"Geez, I would give anything to see him without a shirt," Rose said and bit her lip seductively.

"Rose!" I exclaimed and threw a pillow at her, which she caught with her eerily fast Dhampir reflexes.

"I deserve some fun! I've been working my ass off Lissa!" Rose returned my throw with a pillow of her own, which hit me in the face.

"Ouch," I yelped. "Alright! I believe you, I believe you. You keep on dreaming about Belikov."

"That's right," Rose said. "I'll keep dreaming of annoying Belikov; annoying fine assed Belikov."

Christian's point of view

The next few days passed in a very familiar way. I woke up. I got dressed. I went to classes. I skipped classes. I went to lunch and dinner. I had feedings. I hung out with Sarah and Mark, who were really obsessed about the dance. I did my homework. I finished my Slavic art essay and kept on living. It was such a strange thing to do. I pretended everything was the same as always, and in many ways everything was. The only thing that had changed was me. Had I changed for better or worse, I had no idea.

I lay in my bed for a while. I had an hour before my first class of the day would start. I stared at the high ceiling of my dorm room, the whiteness of it blinding my eyes a bit. I turned on my bedside lamp and watched as the shadows took their place. I stretched out my arms, feeling my muscles ache a bit as I did. I lay back down, tried to relax, but something in the back of my head wouldn't let me do so. Eventually I gave up on trying to relax and got up. I picked out a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans. I combed my messy dark hair as neatly as I could and went to wash my face. As I splashed ice cold water onto my face I closed my eyes for the briefest second and cringed as an image of dark green eyes flashed across my vision. I leaned against the sink and let my head fall. "Stop it," I said to myself. "You're being ridiculous," I continued and looked up at my reflection. My pale skin made me look sickish and the dark circles around my eyes made me think of the green eyes that had been haunting my dreams for the past days. Every single cell in my body knew who those eyes belonged to and craved to see more than just the eyes. It was terrible, just simply terrible. Whatever Vasilisa Dragomir had done to me, it was simply terrible. I'd never in my whole life felt this way. I didn't know how I felt. I didn't feel like eating, I didn't feel like sleeping or doing anything really, but I did it anyway. "You're talking to your own Goddamn reflection Christian," I snapped. "You're losing it."

I grabbed my tooth brush and determinately started brushing my teeth. If nothing, I was going to have nicely cleaned teeth.

As I made my way to my first class, I was thinking twice about attending it. English class had always been one of my favorites, but now that Rose Hathaway sat next to me, it gave me the chills. Not only did she annoy the hell out of me, she also reminded me of Lissa. It was no secret anymore, that Rose Hathway was her best friend and partner in crime.

But because I liked the subject I decided to endure Rose and just attend. As the class started I took my seat and saw as Rose walked over to me instead of sitting next to Mason. I guess she felt like she had to have her way. Anyway, she sat next to me and slammed her hands on the desk. "You look gloomier than ever Ozera," she said and pulled her hair into a ponytail.

"And you're as insufferable as ever," I replied, gladly stooping down to her level.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. I sat back and waited for us to get some assignment. Eventually our teacher told us to write an essay on a short story called "The Bridge" and that's what we did for the rest of the class.

"I don't get this," Rose sighed and started to erase everything she had written.

I watched her squirm for a minute and then couldn't help it anymore. "Give me that," I said and snatched her paper away from her.

"Hey, don't read that!" She hissed at me, but it was too late. I had already taken a good thorough look. "Listen Rose," I said with the most patient voice I could muster. "This essay is ok. It definitely has potential." I circled the things that I found good in red and the ones I thought had no grounds at all in blue. "You see, Mr. Carnell is going to take points away for anything you can't explain with references from the text. I see why you would maybe get these ideas when reading it, but you have to be able to explain why you thought so."

I spent the rest of the class going through Rose's essay and helping her find ways to prove her points. I finished my own essay as well and stuffed it into my bag at the end of class.

"So…" Rose said rocking on her heels. "Thanks Ozera, I guess."

"You're welcome. I guess."

I averted my eyes away from her, but she didn't leave. She just stood there looking like she wanted to ask me something.

"Whatever you want to say, just say it," I said.

"I just… How are you?" She smiled at me. It certainly took some effort, but she did it.

"How am I?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Well, let's see. I'm fan-fucking-tastic, thank you for asking." I stuffed my pencil case into my bag and started to make my way out of class. Just as I was about to leave, I turned around to see Rose packing her things and chatting with Mason.

"Hey Rose," I said. She looked up at me and I continued. "Can you tell Vasilisa I need to talk to her?"

"Umm," Rose hesitated.

"Thanks," I said and left the class without knowing if she would tell Lissa anything.

AN: As Always, I'm really excited to know what you guys thought of this chapter! Let me know if you liked Adrian appearing in the story and tell me what you thought of the whole thing! You know what to do!

Love Always, Alexandra!