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*


11. Chapter 10


"What?!" it was all I could do to not gasp, or scream, or jump back and get myself killed.

"Listen, Rose, she made me-"

"Yeah, as if," I scowled.

"Rose, I did," my mother's frail voice croaked, and our eyes turned to her, slumped against the back wall of her cell. "He gave some attitude to the people handing out blood, so they didn't give him any. It'd been days since his last feeding and I couldn't just let him die!"

"Oh," I said slowly. My dad made a dismissive sort of noise and grabbed the keys in my hand, opening Mum's cell door. He walked inside and helped her to her feet. This time she didn't protest, but leant on him as he lead her out into the corridor. While I was having my shock moment, the fight had reduced to one Strigoi that Dimitri was fighting. The others, unable to help, or find the room to at the tapering end of the corridor, stood back, watching him dance about in front of the stone wall-and contrastingly modern panic-button-sort-of-thing. I was about to join him when the stake struck bullseye. But so did the Strigoi's hand. On the panic button.


"Get out of here!" Dimitri ordered us, the volume of his voice a clear pointer to the seriousness of his instructions. Moroi and Dhampirs alike practically jumped up the stairs. Dimitri and I lagged behind, barely avoiding the bars crashing down behind us, most likely built to trap people until whatever that panic button called-probably more Strigoi-arrived to break them apart and attack. They chased us right up until we burst out into the daylight. The sun had risen further-God knows how long we'd been fighting.


I'd walked out of a door many times, obviosuly. But never once had I walked out of one and ended up sideways on the ground. I looked up, vision blurred. There was blood splattered on the ground already and a tall shadow was cast over my body. It was striking at all angles. Dimitri, I realized. His usual god-like stance was starting to turn into a slouch; he was tired. And with tiredness came sloppiness. All guardians knew what kind of pain followed that. I couldn't let that happen, so I slowly got to my feet, regained my bearings, and buried myself in the battle.

"Rose?! What are you doing? You're bleeding!" Dimtiri hissed. "Rose, get back down!"

"No! You need all the help you can get," I replied. His next words, if he said any, were drowned out by clashing fists and yells as tired Moroi and their guardians fell to the floor. I tried to push Strigoi away from them, but there were too many, we were drowning in evil, pale monstrosities. And no one could save us now.


An arm seized me from behind, and wrapped itself around my throat, making the stake fall from my hands. I felt the air leak from my body as images of all the ones I loved flashed before my eyes. Dimitri, Mum, Dad, Eddie, Mia, Jill, Sydney, Adrian, Lissa... Even Christian. Would they miss me? Would those first three even survive this? The world dimmed and I grew weak, when, all of a sudden, the arm relinquished its hold. I stumbled and fell, looking up in the brief moments before I hit the ground. The red-head I'd ranted about, argued with, and secretly missed all my life stood over me, just as shaky as myself, clutching my stake.


"Come on, Rose," she smiled weakly and pulled me to my feet. "Are you oka-"

"Hathaway!" We both turned to see one of Court's large cargo vans, screeching to a halt outside the open gates. "Get in here! All of you!" I looked at the driver...Hans?!

"Mum, you tell as many people as you can and head towards the gate with them. Keep my stake-"

"But Rose-"

"I have some unfinished business," I told her firmly, and broke off towards the now-unlocked keypad door.


The door was battered and had dents in the shining metal. Bodies covered almost every inch of the floor. But there wasn't anything but the dead. Not even the undead. Nearly everything inside was metal too, with the computers, tablets, wires, metal desks, and metal chairs. I pushed the door closed a bit

"Let's see," I muttered, and grabbed a tablet, plugging it into a computer. I downloaded all the files I could fit into its memory. The progress bar filled up gradually, and it was at ninety-five percent when the door burst open, literally flying off this time. And once again, I was confronted with pale skin and nightmarish eyes. Defenseless. I readied my fists, hoping it'd be enough to kick and punch my way out. It wasted no time in advancing on me as the download bleeped its completion behind me. As it lunged and I kicked out at its stomach, I swatted about behind me until there was a satisfying click. The tablet was free. I grabbed it and lashed out wildly, lacking precision, but at this point it didn't matter. I raced out the door and up to the van, flinging the door to the middle section open and throwing myself inside.


"Shut the door, quick!" I yelled. Some of the Moroi occupants gave me questioning looks, but the guardians understood immediately, pressing against the door as a hand crept inside, trying to force the arm that linked to it to follow. We pressed and pressed, struggling against the sheer power of one Strigoi hand. Just a hand. "Hans!"

"What?" he called from the front.

"Drive!" I screamed as the hand snaked further inside. The car lurched and rushed off. The hand clung onto the metal with frightening strength. I could feel the fear radiating off some of the Moroi sat near us.

"Don't worry," I heard Dimitri say from somewhere amongst the cowering Moroi. He was safe. The door slammed shut behind me and I sighed internally, relieved. "There, you see? It's gone."

"What's that?" Mum asked from beside me. Damn. People shouldn't be able to sneak up on guardians, but she didn't seem to mind. I looked down at the tablet in my hands and looked over the information that showed up.

"I'm not sure, it's all jumbled, let me..." I swept my eyes over the touchscreen buttons and clicked each in turn. One was an arrow that reversed whatever effect you'd applied, another was what brought the tablet's selection menu up. There was something to enlarge the research, then another to shrink it-to microscopic levels, because normal levels would imply that Strigoi could have bad eyesight, and they were always saying they had better senses, right? And the final one muddled and unmuddled things, depending on whether you pressed it once or twice. And that was a rather useful tool. Or so I found out, as I stared at plans for Strigoi to withstand the sun.

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