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*

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4. Chapter 3

Three

For once, I wasn't the one imprisoned in the clinic while my friends went off to who-knows-where and did who-knows-what-especially Lissa. This time, it was my mum in there, and I was the one going off to who-knows-where and doing who-knows-what. And what was that, you ask? Joining Lissa and Christian for dinner, obviously. Personally I was hoping for a bit of a pre-party.

"Rose, you have to stop leaving things lying around like this-we don't have apartment janitors. At least not like they were in the dorms at the academy," Dimitri shook his head at me, swooping down to pick up one of my stray t-shirts.

"Don't tell me you don't enjoy picking up all my lacy underwear," I smirked as he straightened up, my hands clasped at the back of his neck. He groaned and shook his head, prying my hands from the back of his neck.

"Aww, no fair, Comrade," I pouted, and rested them on his chest. I took a step closer and watched his eyes as lust and sensibility battled within him. "Come on, we have some time to play, right?" I batted my eyelashes as lust won over.

"Of course, Roza..." he whispered. A moment later his lips descended over mine-and they brought heaven with them. It was slow and gentle at first, but soon picked up pace. When oxygen became absolutely neccessary, we separated. "Okay, time to go," he said quickly, breaking away and stuffing my t-shirt in a drawer. I groaned, but followed him out of our apartment door nonetheless.

 

"Rose, come in!" Lissa smiled, opening the door for me and Dimitri. A guardian that had been guarding her door advanced into the room with us but she waved them off. "They're here, Chris!" Christian poked his head out of what I decided was the kitchen door and smirked.

"Hey Rosie. Hey Belikov," he said, laughter evident in his voice.

"Hey Sparky. Why don't I take care of your drink for you? I mean, you were so kind to call me Rosie," I retorted as he disappeared back into the room.

"If you wanted poison, Rose, you should've just asked me to give you some with your meal. I'd gladly do it," he teased. I rolled my eyes and took a seat at the-by royal standards-small dining table.

"So, did you have a safe trip here?" Lissa asked us as she took a seat beside me.

"Liss, we hardly ran into a band of strigoi, or something. If we hadn't had a safe trip here would we actually be here?" I shook my head at her.

"You know what I mean, Rose, stop being...pendantic!"

"Not pedantic? Rose?" Christian appeared in the doorway of the kitchen again, plates in hand, with an amused expression on his face. "That's like me cooking a bad meal."

"I would agree with you," I began, smirking as a shocked look registered on his face, "if the second one hadn't already happened."

"Rose!" Lissa exclaimed, shooting me an annoyed look. "Christian, your meals are-"

"It's alright Lissa, I'll get Rosie back for that," he smirked once more and handed us our plates. "Grilled chicken, peas, potato wedges, and, especially for Rose, poison. Eat up."

"You want some cake with that?" I smirked back. Sparky and I had the kind of relationship that made us look like teenaged-which we technically still were, at 18-siblings stuffed full of hormones whenever we argued. Which was often.

"Not before dinner," Lissa commented, earning herself a few confused looks from the guys. "It's bad to eat cake before a meal."

"Liss..." I laughed. "I meant it as a joke. You know, like 'cherry on top'?"

"Oh," she muttered, her cheeks blushing a faint pink-the pale complexion that was one of the bolder aspects of being a Moroi didn't allow her to go completely red. That was a good thing for Lissa, but a bad thing for anyone who wanted to embarass her, and that usually included me and a game of truth or dare.

 

The rest of the meal passed with silence and the occasional bout of friendly chatter.

"Thank you, Lissa, Christian, that was a lovely meal," Dimitri smiled at Lissa and Christian.

"Only the best for the best," Christian smirked, and I rolled my eyes.

"How about we do this again, huh?" I said, dropping my knife and fork onto my plate.

"Sure thing, Rosie Posie, when's good for you?" he asked as he cleared the table.

"Same time next week? I mean, it's a Saturday so it won't disturb religious arrangements, there's no set meal, and we have no shifts on that day. Except this one, and we'll be with you all the meal, won't we?" Dimitri suggested, cutting off any comments I had ready to accompany the glare I was shooting at Christian.

"Of course!" Lissa half-squealed, but clapped her hand over her mouth only moments after she'd spoken. "Oops, sorry. See you later then."

"Bye!" I waved as Dimitri and I headed for the door, and a peaceful feeling planted itself in the pit of my stomach, despite my previously annoyed attitude.

 

The sun had begun to rise gently in to the sky as Dimitri and I strolled hand-in-hand across Court. Our footsteps were the only sounds apart from the other guardians' footsteps, the distant echo of music from a party in one of the accomadation blocks that housed the graduates and younger residents-people a little like me-, and the constant presence of the wildlife just outside the wards. I also knew something else that was just outside the wards. It had never really bothered me before. They were there (everywhere). It was a fact. But knowing for sure that they were on your doorstep did more than just keep you alert. It made some panic, and it wound some up so tight they had trouble 'loosening up' afterwards. The kind of panic and uptightness that made you doubt the ethics of the mantra that was drilled into every guardian from the moment they could talk and walk-they come first.

"Roza?" Dimitri asked.

"Yeah?" I said, plastering on a fake smile. No point, Rose, he already saw you and your 'thinking face'. He's bound to know something's up.

"You looked a little...distracted."

"Oh, I'm always distracted. A mission contributor to that is standing right next to me," I grinned. Stop it, stupid! You sound like a kid. Are you trying to erase all the work you did after Spokane? Spokane. I feel my heart constrict and my eyes begin to water.

"Hathaway! Belikov!" I spun around, grateful for the distraction, however loud it had been, that would pull me away from the questioning look I knew would be in Dimitri's eyes.

"Hans? What's wrong?" Dimitri turned to look at the man we knew (all too well) who was charging towards us. But this time he wasn't angry. He looked...panicked? If I wasn't a guardian I would've freaked out on the spot.

"There's been a strigoi sighting. They're heading this way."

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