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*


3. Chapter 2


In all my life I had never really heard my mother yell that loud, and it hurt my ears. Badly. Not once in all the times she'd lectured me about having her duty to tend to had she raised her voice this much. In an instant, Dimitri and Abe had slipped into fighting mode beside me, and I cursed the loss of the abilities the bond gave me. What if there were Strigoi? My hand shot to my stake and I rounded the corner, lunging at a blur or sheet white skin and red-ringed eyes that leapt into my line of vision. He-it was male-effortlessly dodged, his deathly face sneering at me. He clawed at my shoulder, leaving three crimson trails stained into my t-shirt. The attack gave me an opening and I pressed forward-I was quick, but he was quicker. We wrestled further, back and forth, back and forth, before I finally plunged the silver into his chest. His body slumped and I yanked it back out, surveying my surroundings. A body similar to the one by my feet had fallen a few feet from where my mother stood, stake in hand, waiting for an opportunity to stab the strigoi she fought. With a slither of worry, I took in the way it dwarfed her in size, both towering over her and covering twice as much ground with its muscular build and as a a result, blood trickled down her forehead. My faze snapped to Dimitri, who was fighting a smaller, leaner female. There wasn't much that was taller than Dimitri-whether it was Moroi, Dhampir, Strigoi, or Human. And Abe...where was he?


A thud to my right told me the girl had fallen. Good. I didn't like the next noise so much; a grunt and a lighter thud, followed by a frustrated shriek. I turned just in time to see my mum on the ground, struggling with her assailant, as Abe leapt out from the thick clusters of trees, throwing his entire weight at his target-the strigoi.

"Dad!" I yelled. Annoying helpless, I watched as he tackled it fiercely. It clawed violently for a moment, reaching for his neck. Horror spiked within me, but was quelled as heat exploded around me. Light. Flames. In seconds it was over, and a pile of ashes was the only remnant of our opponent. A moan pulled my eyes away from Abe's ash-strewn appearance to where my mum was pushing herself into a sitting position. He hauled himself over to her and pressed one hand to the wound on her forehead, resting the other on her shoulder.

"Easy..." he told her. She simply nodded in reply, far too exhausted to do anything more, let alone slap his hand away. I felt a hand on my cheek and turned to its owner.

"Roza, is that...?" Dimitri trailed off, nodding to the bloody claw marks on my shoulder.

"No, it's not bad. It's nothing. It's those too that need the medical attention. Are you hurt?" I asked as my eyes swept over him. When they came back up to meet his, he shook his head.

"No. But we should get back soon. It was a bad idea to go outside the wards, we were lucky there were a few of them there," he shook his head and stood defensively beside me. He was right. The odds were good for us. We had three guardians and a fire user fighting against four strigoi. But we could've been much less fortunate. We could've been travelling with a Moroi unwilling to use offensive magic, or there could've been more of them-strigoi, that is. Abe had managed to convince Pavel, his guardian to take some time off, assured by the fact he was with three well-known, and skilled, guardians.

"Okay," I nod solemnly.

"Abe, I don't need help, I can walk just fine on my own," my mother complained. Apparently she'd recovered.

"Janine, you know that's a lie. You can barely walk straight with me supporting you, never mind on your own!" Abe protested. She shot him a glare only someone in our family could pull off but it didn't dissolve the concerned look on his face as she pulled away and limped forward on her own.


A quarter of an hour later, we were back inside the wards, trudging away from gate security, when a high-pitched voice shouted across the courtyard.

"Rose! What happened?" Lissa asked, rushing towards us despite her heavy regal clothing and company of several guardians.

"Strigoi attack in the woods," I sighed, leaning gratefully against the arm Dimtri wrapped around me.

"Oh... Let's get you cleaned up," she said, and began to move in the direction of the clinic. I followed drowsily, watching tuning out of the argument my parents had struck up about whether my mother needed Abe to help her walk or not. Does she remind you of someone, by any chance?

The clinic was bright and clean, with neat rows of beds either side of the room. Lissa sat in a chair beside mine as a nurse cleaned and bandaged my shoulder wound.

"How did you get attacked? I thought you were just hunting...unless... You went outside the wards, didn't you?" she fussed, worried, exasperated, and frustrated all at once.

"We were fine, Liss. We took them easily," I insisted, massaging my forehead with my free hand.

"But Rose, what if there were more than that or-or..." she stopped, shook her head at me and sat back in her seat.

"Liss... Leave it."

"Okay. Do you and Dimitri want to join me and Christian for dinner? If they let you out by then, I mean," she said, standing up.

"Count me in, even if Sparky's there. What about you, Comrade?" I turned to Dimitri, who jumped a little, like he'd been stuck in thought.

"Sorry, what did you say, Rose?" he asked, smiling nervously at me from the bed to my left.

"Lissa wants to know if we're joining her and Sparky for dinner."

"Of course," he nodded, before he turned back to the nurse trying to treat the various cuts and bruises he'd acquired. "I'm fine. They'll heal by themselves," he told her firmly. She looked up at him with a 'you're a fool' expression but left anyway.

"I'll see you later then," Lissa smiled, and with that she was gone. I shuffled off of my bed and onto Dimitri's.

"So, Comrade, do you think my parents will kill you or not?" I asked with a small smirk.

"Well, I don't know... They don't look in a condition to-but they're your parents, why don't you tell me?"

"Normally, I'd say anyone with their injuries wouldn't be in the mood, but then again these are my parents," I laughed. Dimitri chuckled, and I felt the sound vibrate through his body into mine.


My parents sat on a pair of beds in the distance. It turned out that we were all right-well, except my mum-Janine Hathaway was brought down by a head wound. Granted it was in the right place, of course... Anywhere else and she'd have been fine (but that probably wasn't a good thing considering her mood before). Now he wasn't concerned about her balance, Abe watched her grit her teeth and glare at the ceiling (and the poor nurses) with a certain satisfaction. I shook my head.

They're parents, Rose, think. you've got to get it from somewhere, I thought. Attitude runs in the family.

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