Vampire Academy: Aftermath

This is going to be sort-of-novel-length fanfiction for 'Vampire Academy' by Richelle Mead. It's set after Last Sacrifice [I haven't read the spin-off books 'The Golden Lily', and 'The Indigo Spell' yet].
Rose Hathaway has everything she wants, her life is perfect-or is it? Nothing happens without consequences. I don't know if many people will have read VA, but... 'Write for yourself as much as for others', no? *Cover will be up shortly*


2. Chapter 1


"Morning, Roza," Dimitri smiled at me.

"Morning, Comrade," I greeted him through a yawn. I could get used to seeing that smile every morning.

"Time to get up," he told me as he pushed off his side of the bed covers and rose to his feet (trust me, that's a lot of rising), the serene expression still present on his face. I knew it'd be replaced soon with his guardian mask and-no doubt-'zen life lessons' voice.

"Aww, why?" I moaned, my body protesting to the absence of his warm body beside mine. It was late evening-morning for Moroi and Dhampirs-and the sun seemed to have only just set and left the sky a grey-blue sort of colour. The type you get in the middle of the human day when you just know it's going to rain. Let's just hope it rains on our parade-literally. Why, you ask?

"Because it's my hunting trip with your parents. You wouldn't want me to be fed to the vulture's alone, would you?" he joked.

"Of course not," I muttered. Reluctantly, I dragged myself from the bed and into something that could probably pass as hunting gear. After Lissa's coronation, my mum and Abe had asked Dimitri to join them on a hunting trip, probably to interrogate him about us. And boy would they be angry when they found out about what we did while he was still my mentor. In our minds, it was all voluntary-even what happened in the cabin before Dimitri was turned Strigoi. But the law doesn't exactly see it that way. So if the law doesn't, neither will my parents.


"Roza?" Dimtri asked, pulling me back to reality. I must have frozen, because he's looking at me conerned.

"Comrade," I replied, taking in his outfit. "Wait... No fair! Your clothes are better than mine!"

"Courtesy of Lord Ozera," he smirked in an imitation of Christian and bowed gracefully.

"Christian," I corrected him. "Let's go before my mum decides it's a good idea to break down the door after ringing the bell five times."

"Oh, Rose," he chuckled, his arm sliding around my waist. Sure enough, when we opened the door of our court accomadation, there stood my parents. Mum wore a loose V-neck and a tough-looking black jacket, the kind that make you wonder whether she'd been shot while wearing it. One hand rested on the hip of her trousers, the other on a firearm. In other words, her ticket to kill Dimtri. My eyes flitted from her semi-impatient expression to my father's mischievous one. He, on the other hand, seemed to have no problem revealing the fact he'd shoot Dimitri at a moment's notice of hearing about him hurting me, like some kind of Turkish-Russian mafia. He certainly wasn't going to like what happened at Galina's estate.

"Mum, Old man," I smiled at them, leaning against the door frame.

"Little girl. You ready?" Abe asked, gesturing to mine and Dimitri's outfits. I nodded. "And I take it you're joining us?"

"Yeah. Just to make sure you don't kill my boyfriend. Don't expect me to shoot much," I replied as I pulled what appeared to be a spare firearm from his pocket.

"Rosemarie! Put it back, that's your father's gun. At least ask first," my mum scolded.

"What?! Do you want me to be defenceless? I mean, what if..." I trailed off. What threats could we face that I'd be able to neutralize with a gun? Rabid animals. Nah, better not-my mum looked about a 3 on the anger scale of 1 to 10, and I was supposed to be trying not to push her above a 5.

"Just leave it, Janine, I've got another one. Let's get going," Abe cut in. He may be a mafia-dude but he still knows how to control Mum's temper. Thank god for that.


The walk to our hunting site for the day was short and silent, the standard definition of uneventful. We were travelling on foot seen as it was only a five-to-ten minute walk from our accomadation to the woods just outside the wards. The clearing housed a small pool of water about the size of a pond; something to attract animals. There were signs this part of the woods had been used before. Like discarded bullets and corpses of useless animals that had been shot but deemed not worth the hassle of being carried home.


We set up camp-not literally, I didn't intend on staying there past lunch-and waited. My mother was the first to speak.

"So, Belikov, how much do you love my daughter on a scale of one to ten?" she prodded, her eye on something weaving through the trees.

"Eleven," Dimitri replied, without hesitation. I don't know how he managed to keep his face serious as he said it. I know I had to stifle a snort.

"And would you ever leave her?" she asked, aiming at the scampering creature.

"Never," he emphasized the one word like it was the most important one in the world. Mum nodded in an almost approving way.

"How long have you been together? You didn't seem to be head over heels when I busted you out of here," Abe commented. "And what about  at the academy? Were you an item when you were still her mentor?"

Hello, 'her' is right next to you! I mentally hissed at them. Ignorant much?

"Since...Rose left Adrian," Dimitri replied. And just like that the guardian mask slipped into place. He was cracking.

"You didn't answer my question, Son, what about the academy?" Abe persisted. I shot a worried glance at Dimitri, whose eyes were fixated on my old man.

"Yes," he finally replied, followed by my mother's raised eyebrow. "Yes, we were together. For a short while."

"W-" Mum began in semi-outrage, only to be cut off by Abe.

"I see. Were you both consenting...people?" he asked.

"Yes. Rose?" Dimitri looked at me, hand outstretched. I took it, nodding firmly.

At least they didn't ask if we had sex y-

"Did you sleep with her?" no sooner had the thought crossed my mind that it came out my mother's mouth in the form of a question. Was I missing something here? Or had some idiot decided to bind me to my own mother. "I'm waiting for an answer."

"Yes," Dimitri croaked out.

"What?!" she exclaimed, her face the perfect picture of shock and (unpleasant) surprise. And the latter wasn't one I often assigned to Janine Hathaway. "You did what?! You do realize she was your student, Guardian Belikov?"

"I-" Dimitri tried to speak, and I swear I saw him flinch at the way she spoke his name. Scorn and poison.

"We were-are-in love. You might see it as rape but we see it as making love," I told her firmly.

"I agree," Abe nodded, surprisingly calm through our raised voices.

"Listen, Old Man- Wait, you agree?"

"Yes, Little Girl, I agree. I know how it feels to be controlled by love," he sent us a slither of a smile.

"Ibrahim!" Mum exclaimed, shifting her pinning gaze from us to him. "They were student and teacher! Surely you don't condone this!"

"I'm not condoning anything. I'm just saying I believe our daughter's side of the tale," he shrugged, before adding, "and I really think you should calm down.

"I can't believe... Fine," she sighed, pulling the trigger on her gun. A bang startled us all as the rabbit that she'd shot fell to the floor and she stalked off to retrieve it. Meanwhile, my father turned to Dimitri.

"I meant what I said, you know. I believe you love each other. But if you ever hurt her, you'll be minus one vital body part the night after I hear about it, you understand?" Dimitri nodded vigorously and I rolled my eyes. My bad-ass russian god scared out of his pants by my mobster father? Who would've guessed?

"Yes, Mr Mazur," he replied solemnly.

"Call me Abe."

"Abe. Right," he nodded again, this time slowly. That's when we heard it.


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