Vampire Academy belongs to Richelle Mead, and I own this story plot.

Review from ginabowman2005: What an interesting idea! I'm a bit lost about their magic. But I'm looking forward to updates.

Um. I think I'll have to explain it here so everyone is clear on this topic.

So in this AU, everyone has magic, except for the Strigoi and humans. Every Moroi and Dhampir has two elements they are especially good at - either air, water, fire, earth, spirit, or darkness. Each element does different things. The air, water, fire, and earth magic is the same in the VA books, but Lissa's and Adrian's spirit abilities may not be the same as in the books.

Darkness is something I came up with, which the user can mind read, shape-shift and more we will find out later!

For your information on who has what elements:

Rose: Darkness (main) Spirit (second)

Dimitri: Spirit (main) Darkness (second)

Lissa: Spirit (main)

Christian: Fire (main)

{The people or second elements which I didn't list means that we haven't found out yet, so where is the fun in telling you guys everything?}

All right, get in with the story. Enjoy!

Ch.7

Abe POV

Lena and I were walking through the gardens to the library, and both of us thinking of the easy way her son interacted with Rose, and his protective attitude towards her. We'd been old friends since we were small, and we could predict each others' thinking when given the incentive.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Lena asked, breaking the peaceful quiet. I liked silence, but sometimes I could go crazy from the quiet with nothing to do. Like Rose, I liked to move around... and be free. I knew why she was so against to marrying - she felt like it would chain her to someone who only wanted her for her beauty and social stature. Maybe her connections and money. After all, what I had was to be passed to my children when I died, and her dowry already sported multiple digits.

From reading the information I'd gotten - some legally and some illegally - I knew Dimitri Belikov wasn't like any other man she would meet. He was the best choice for her - raised to respect women, and from what I'd heard, he'd only bedded a few women - with strictly one-night-stand standards. He'd made sure to that they had a mutual agreement that they wouldn't see each other again after that night.

"That he's a perfect match for her? Yes."

"They're almost too perfect together," Lena mused.

"I've been thinking since that sword match of my children. Rose said something about true mate bonds."

"It can't be," she gasped.

"I don't know, Lena. We'll have to wait, to see."

"But - but, Abe, if they're true mates, we'll have no option but to let them marry," she said, worry lines written on her face. "Worse, if everyone knows they're true mates, they'd kidnap her to get a ransom."

"Lena... I wish I could tell you it's not true... but there's a reason I've been letting her train, a reason I have guards tailing her everywhere she goes, even if she doesn't know."

She caught onto my implication. "So that means... she'll be furious when she finds out."

"Unfortunately, yes."

DPOV

All the others had gone to find cleaning equipment, so I was stuck with my two older sisters. Now, I don't have a problem with them in general, but I didn't like the look on their faces as they looked at me. An inquisitive, interested look.

"Do you like Rose Hathaway," Karo began.

"Deeply?" Sonya finished.

Why was everyone asking me that question all of a sudden? "Yes," I almost shouted.

"Calm down, Dimka," Sonya laughed. I scowled at her. Normally it's her that shouts and then I tell her to calm down. What has the world gone to? "We just wanted to tell you to woo her."

I blinked. "Woo... Rose Hathaway?"

"She's perfect for you, Dimitri! Don't tell me you haven't thought of marrying her, of making love to her. You just have to see that - that -" Karo choked on her words. "You don't know?"

She and Sonya exchanged horrified looks. "He doesn't know," Sonya whispered.

"Know what?" I asked.

"You and Roza... Are true mates?" Sonya tentatively suggested, then cringed as I growled.

"It can't be possible!" I yelled. "How could I not have felt the tugging of the bond pulling me towards her our first time meeting?"

"Unless you already met her before," Karo said matter-of-factly. "Think, Dimitri, where had you met her before?" She obviously knew the answer - and so did I.

"The Spring Equinox Ball," I said slowly.

"What happened there?" Karo asked.

"I danced with her once..."

"And then?" Sonya asked eagerly. She looked like a high school teenager getting a piece of juicy gossip. Which, I suppose she was doing.

"I couldn't stop staring at her all night. She kept dancing with lots of people, so I didn't have another chance with her again." I'm sure she thought I was a pervert. I mean, a man was staring at you the whole night. What would you think?

I was sure my sisters would call me out on that, but instead Karo smiled encouragingly. "Good luck," she said.

The doors opened and cleaning equipment floated in, Vasilisa groaning to Rose, "Next time you're doing it."

"Only fair that you made me help move your boxes of books from the bookstore into your library," Roza mumbled.

Vasilisa ignored that, and Eddie snickered. "Still holding that against her, I see." He nudged his younger sister, who stuck her tongue out at him.

"You never forget the day your best friend makes you move tens of hundreds of pounds of books into her library and sort them alphabetically by category. And when she doesn't specify which type of alphabetically, you have to sort the whole library out again."

"That was to get you back for making me wear those black clothes of Christian's, dumping glitter and glue onto my hair and switching my makeup with chocolate paste!" Vasilisa defended.

"Hey, it was a good prank for April Fool's!"

"It's not funny!" They chorused, glaring at Viktoria, Eddie, and Christian, who were laughing hard.

"You're right, it's not funny," Christian smirked.

"It's hilarious," Eddie finished, before they collapsed into a fit of laughter again.

The girls glared at the two boys, and their hands lifted, the buckets of water and mops and brushes going up with the motion of their hands. They dropped the equipment on the boys, Vika leaping to the side with a exclamation.

"It's your job to clean the mess up now," Vasilisa sniffed.

"Seeing as you show no respect towards females," Rose chimed in.

They glared at the boys, daring them to challenge them.

"Fine, fine," Eddie held up his hands in surrender.

He and Christian picked up the brushes, looking in confusion at the bristles. "What am I supposed to do with this?" Christian asked, perplexed.

"Sweep," Vika said, hopping around the glass shards of the bottles Randall Ivashkov had smashed onto the floor, and the pools of wine spilled on the floor.

Rose opened the door, and Vika joined Vasilisa going out the door.

"You can't leave us like this!" Eddie cried out after the girls, panicked.

"I'll help you," I sighed.

Sonya and Karo were quietly laughing in the corner, and I didn't have the heart to kick them out. More fool me. I'll never hear the end of this from them.

RPOV

We didn't leave the dining room, choosing to eavesdrop outside the room. Dimitri Belikov volunteered to help Christian and Eddie.

"He knows how to use cleaning equipment?" I asked Viktoria, who had her ear pressed against the wood.

She shrugged. "Never knew."

"Ooh, he can help you clean up messes you make, Rose!" Lissa squealed.

I shushed her. "He ain't a servant, Liss."

"No one said he is one," she argued. "It doesn't mean he can't help!"

"I doubt he knows we're out here, so we better keep quiet." Viktoria hissed.

We giggled like young teenagers, and then fell quiet as we heard Eddie speak.

"So... you and my sister, huh?"

I heard Dimitri's mental voice loud and clear. Why is everyone asking me that question all of a sudden?

I laughed quietly, then stopped when Viktoria and Lissa looked at me like I was crazy.

"What? You can't tell me you didn't hear Dimitri yell that."

"It was completely silent in my head when you laughed, Rose, not to mention Viktoria probably has no idea what you're talking about." Lissa whispered.

"Huh, must be me."

We stilled, all conversation stopped when Dimitri replied to Eddie, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You should," Christian said.

"I think everyone knows that you two make kissy faces behind doors," Sonya sniggered. I'd forgotten she was there.

"I do not!" He protested, sounding like a petulant child.

Lissa and Viktoria looked at me, and started giggling.

"It isn't funny!" I growled. "I have not been making kissy faces at your brother." I paused for a moment. "Wait, have I?" Lissa and Viktoria shook their heads, and Lissa was about to answer when voices from inside the room sounded again.

"Stop the crap," Christian said. "You feel something for Rose, don't you?"

"Why is everyone asking me that?" Dimitri groaned.

I decided to walk off. "You can keep listening without me, I'm going to find something else to do."

I walked around the grounds of the Russian dhampir monarchy. Though I'd never admit it to Dimitri's or his mother's face, the grounds were beautiful. It wouldn't be a bad place to spend time in if I married Dimitri Belikov. He seemed a nice man, albeit quiet. I wondered if he wanted children. I almost laughed. I was dhampir - he was dhampir. In Dhampir 101, the first thing they teach you is that dhampirs can't reproduce with each other, unless you're true mates. I'd always snorted at that part. The idea of one person being perfect for only one another seemed ludicrous.

That is, until I met one pair, Lissa and Christian. They'd never tell anyone that they were true mates, but it was more for political reasons than out of a desire to keep it secret.

I'd been so busy thinking, I didn't notice where my feet led me to. The stables. I smiled. One of the few things I could enjoy without fear of someone telling me off was riding.

I wandered into the wooden structure and admired the horses inside.

Stable boys groomed and fed the animals. And my, what animals they were. Coats shiny and smooth, with every colour of horse. There were chestnuts, browns, blacks... The list went on and on.

"Your Highness, may I help you?" A man, no more than thirty, asked, emerging from tending a black, big warhorse.

The stable boys stared expectantly at me. "I'll need a saddle, mister," I told him. "I'll choose a horse."

He bowed. "Of course, your Highness."

Yes, living here will definitely be nice.

DPOV

Why is everyone asking me if I liked Roza all of a sudden? I mean, sure, I did like her. But what business did other people have in my love life?

"Just answer us," Eddie said.

"Why?"

The two teenaged boys exchanged glances. "She's my sister, and I intend to know if you like her so I know what to do if you break her heart." Eddie frowned.

"And while she's annoying, she may as well be the little sister I never had," Christian seconded. "So, just tell us the answer already - do you like her or not?"

Karo and Sonya were giggling in the corner, their hands pressed against their faces to muffle their laughter.

Eddie and Christian were leaning towards me, their gazes pinning me to the spot.

I swallowed. "Yes, I do like her!" I shouted, unable to get the irritation out of my system. "And what if I do?"

"What do you want to do with her, then?" Christian pushed.

"Will you date her, Dimitri, or will you just marry her and bed her and knock her up?" Eddie asked.

My mouth opened at the last part. "I am not my father," I said. Quietly, making sure they got the point. "I would never use a woman for my own pleasure, and I can assure you that if I do marry Roza, I will treat her like she deserves - like a goddess." I paused, then remembered what else Eddie had said. "Wait... knock her up? Like, get her pregnant? I don't think that's possible, Eddie. She's a dhampir, I'm a dhampir..." I picked the brush up, sweeping the glass shards into the dustpan.

I almost didn't catch their grins. "It is possible, Dimitri." Christian smirked.

"Anyone with eyes can see you two eye-fucking each other when you think we're not looking." Eddie laughed.

"And anyone with a feel of minds or auras can tell your souls are yearning for the other's." Christian smiled.

"That's it," I threw down the cleaning equipment. "You're finishing this on your own."

I stalked out, but not before I heard Eddie yell behind me, "You two can make babies because you're true mates!"

I headed down to the stables. Nothing like the feeling of your horse's muscles moving under your thighs or the breeze tearing through your hair as you moved at impossible speeds.

When I got there, though, the stable boys weren't doing anything. Instead they were whispering among themselves, and staring at the empty space reserved for a specific mare. A mare me and my sisters had found on a walk around the grounds one day. A wild, spirited mare who kicked at anyone who approached her and bucked off anyone who tried to ride her.

Everyone in their right minds stayed away from her. Sure, her coat was beautiful, and her brilliant eyes told a story of freedom... But no one could handle her.

"What happened?" I asked.

The stable boys sprang apart, each going back to their assigned horses. "We're sorry, your Majesty." They chorused.

I dismissed it with a wave of my hand. "I want to know what happened, Mark," I said, directing my words to the middle-aged man tasked with my horse and the saddles.

"Her Highness wandered in around ten minutes earlier. She asked for a saddle and I chose one for her, a small thing fit for her. I thought it strange that she didn't ask for us to choose a horse for her, but then she stopped in front every stall... She didn't find a horse to her taste, until she found..." He gestured at the empty stall.

"Excuse me, which Her Highness are you talking about?"

"I don't know her name, your Majesty, but I saw dark, dark, hair and matching brown eyes. I have never seen her in my entire life, Majesty."

Rose Hathaway, I would bet. "Do you have any idea where she went, Mark?"

He shook his head.

"How did the mare react when she approached her?"

He shifted. "She didn't move, instead sniffing her Highness. When her Majesty put the saddle on her, she stayed still. Until her Highness was sitting on her firmly, that's when the horse bolted."

"Quick, get me my saddle." I snapped my fingers. I didn't have to put it on Nightmare, the boys moving fast, strapping it onto him. His tail flicked restlessly before he saw me moving towards him. He whinnied, needing this ride as badly as I did. I mounted him, and the boys hastily moved to the walls as Nightmare started to move. He was running by the time we were out of the stables.

I slowed him down a bit, telling him, "We need to find your mate, Nightmare," because the wild mare was his mate. He was the only one she'd be calm with... Before Roza.

He snorted, and then started to to the right, sniffing the ground.

He apparently found a trail, and started to follow that trail. After a while of light trotting, we found a clearing.

Roza was lying on her back, the sun shining onto her. The saddle she'd used lying against a tree, the mare eating some grass next to Roza, who was stroking the horse's coat. "It amazes me," she said, "that some people make such an effort to track me down."

She sat up, a smirk coming upon her lips. And she hadn't seen us!

"The hooves gave you away. Next time you want to be quiet, get some fabric and tie them around the hooves." She was smiling, and it was a work of art.

"Come sit... I won't bite, promise." And then she laughed like she'd told a good joke. Maybe to her, it was one.

I got of Nightmare, and unstrapped the saddle, knowing how much he hated it.

I inched cautiously towards her. "How did you control her?" I asked, curious, sitting down next to her. The mare had moved away and was currently nuzzling Nightmare.

"That was what you all were doing all along?" She frowned, disdain and disapproval written over her face. "No wonder she was so frisky... and nervous."

I gaped at her.

She glared. Not a expression I liked on her beautiful, beautiful face. A smile would be better. "She's a free spirit, comrade. To keep her under your control like all the other horses you have is to chain her into slavery. It's kind of the same as an arranged marriage - you have no choice but you still have to do it. Even worse, you have to smile and look happy while you do it." She scowled. "So forgive me if I disapprove of your method in handling her."

"Name her," I told Roza.

Her brow furrowed. "Why?"

"Because I'm giving her to you."

"I have a horse," she pouted. Adorably, in a way I couldn't help but nibble on her lower lip.

"Keep her," I insisted, gesturing to the mare. "I want you to be happy. And she makes you happy. So, keep her."

She studied me, doubt residing in her eyes. Then her hand reached out and stroked the mare's white coat.

"And is it necessary to name her?"

"Yes," I glared.

She stuck her tongue out at me. "No need to get testy." Roza pondered for a moment, then slowly she smiled. "An angel would save me from hell," she said slowly. "So, in my mind, you are an Angel, my dear friend."

The mare - Angel - broke away from Nightmare to nuzzle her new owner. And Nightmare didn't like that.

I just love Romitri, don't you? They're so cute together!

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