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*


6. Chapter 5


Lissa's face fell. All the glee left it and she dropped to her knees, cradling his body in her arms.

"Christian, wake up. Please, wake up," she begged.

"Your majesty-" one of the guardians began, stepping over the piles of ash that were once strigoi, and moving towards her. I stepped in front of them and cut them off.

"It's okay, he's just exhausted from the magic. We'll take him to your chambers," I said to her firmly, displaying an outwardly confident look. I could understand her upset-he looked terrible. His face had gone pale, even by Moroi standards, and his limbs lay feebly in Lissa's grip. The guardian trying to talk to Lissa gave me an incredulous look that said 'how do you know', and I replied with, "I'm her guardian, I'll take over from here."

"One of her guardians. Queen Vasilisa has many," they pointed out. I slung one of Christian's arms over my shoulder and Lissa helped me hoist him to his feet.

"Same difference," I told the guardian, and then departed towards the Queen's Chambers.


As we walked over to the clinic Christian's eyes flickered beneath their lids, and he mumbled something.

"Rose, what's he saying?" Lissa asked, casting me a sidelong glance. I bit my lip and watched as he repeated the words, this time less slurred.

"Are they...gone? That what he's asking," I relayed. Lissa nodded and tilted her head so it faced his the best it could.

"The strigoi, Chris? Yeah, they're gone. We're safe. You did great out there," she smiled. I stayed poker-faced as he nodded and ceased his attempts to move on his own. I heard heavy footsteps behind us, pressed Christian against Lissa, and spun around. She stumbled backwards but didn't fall, though, even if she had, it didn't matter right now. Some strigoi could've broken through the defense lines earlier. It'd not be as easy to take them now th-

"Roza!" cried a familiar voice. Dimitri. The corners of my lips curled up into a small, revlieved smile.

"Comrade," I sighed, wrapping arms around him for a few brief moments. He relaxed into the embrace and kissed my cheek. We pulled back and Dimitri took my place supporting Christian.

"What happened?" he asked, taking in our appearances. Lissa's hair was battered by the wind and thin traces of blood from Christian's clothing had dripped onto her own. Christian had blood splattered over his shirt and trousers, hair tossed about even more than usual. Looking at myself then, I looked far worse than either of them. I frowned down at my t-shirt, soaked in crimson, and my bottoms, similarly covered. My hair was slipping out of its bun and, now that the numb that feeling adrenaline brought to your body had shifted, I could feeling the sting of the various wounds I had.


"We were fighting the last dozen or so and we weren't getting anywhere at all. We were all weak and then Lissa ran over and Christian set them all on fire, and well...collapsed!" I explained, throwing my hands up in the air in frustration.

"He'l be fine, he just needs some rest," he nodded. His eyes scanned my body-and its cuts and bruises. "You need to get these bandaged up."

"I know. After Christian's at the clinic, though," I said. Then Lissa reached across Christian and Dimitri, and only when her hand touched my wrist did I realize what she was doing. "No," I told her firmly. "We've discussed this. No using spirit unless it's absolutely neccessary. These cuts will heal in a few days. It's not worth putting more pressure on today's healing charm."

"But, Rose-"

"No 'but's, Lissa."


When we filed into the clinic, the doctor that had treated me, Dimitri, and my parents earlier turned away from a microscope she'd been looking into and smiled at us.

"Twice in one day? I believe it's a record," she chuckled, and reached to help Christian up onto the bed. She engaged in a hushed coversation with Lissa-all I caught was the nodding and the hissing sound whispers made. She handed her some wipes and walked over to an empty bed, patting the mattress. I sighed heavily and hoisted myself up. She wiped down practically all my arms and face then left to sift through the items on a trolley behind her. I loked around. Lissa sat next to Christian and smiled down at him as he struglled to form a coherent sentence. Dimitri stood by the door, still on high alert from the fight. But the bed my mum had been in was empty. Surely she'd be there for longer, especially with the way doctors here like to keep people in over night when you have anything more than a few cuts and bruises...


"Her Royal Highness tells me you've had an interesting day, no?" the doctor asked, returning with the materials she needed to stitch my largest cut.

"Yeah. The earlier attack was one in the woods and now we have the full-sclae thing here. I have a bad feeling about this. I hope there weren't too many casualties," I replied.

"There weren't. I had to go out a few times to help people back here so they could be treated-they couldn't make it over on their own."

"I see. Talking of not being able to make it over on your own, you wouldn't happen to know where my mum is, would you?"

"Well, if she's anything like you, then she'll probably have pushed herself into the thick of the fight. I'll go and find her later so I can finish off the treatment," she smiled what I think was meant to be a reassuring smile and finishing closing my wound.


"She's being treated but probably won't mind," I heard Dimitri say. I looked up and there was Hans, slightly battered and bruised, but Hans all the same.

"Hans," I nodded curtly. Then I saw his expression; a muddle of worry and anger. "What's wrong?"

"Some of the more old school royals are a bit...outraged at Lord Ozera's use of offensive magic. I'd like your help to diffude the situation," he explained. I half expected a snort and a sarcastic remark from Christian about how I was more likely to start a situation of my own, then, with a pang of guilt, I remembered his condition and mentally stared down at myself.

"Ah. I'll be right there, if my captor will let me go," I replied, casting a glance at the doctor. It took her a moment but she realized with I meant.

"Oh, of course," she nodded. "You're good to go."

"Thanks," I said, and hopped off the bed.

"Follow me," Hans held open the door and we left the clinic, twisting and turning through the corridors.


"This way," he beckoned me over to a window in a well-aired, empty room near Lissa's Chambers. I peered through the glass and saw the chanting people below, protesting with posters and 'moral' books. Very few were younger than thirty and they were all saying the same thing-no offensive magic.

"I want to talk to them," I decided. Hans only bobbed his head in reply and gestured down a corridor. He pointed to some doors leading out onto the balcony of the front room parlour we now stood in. I pushed them open and strode outside. There was nothing regal or majestic in my step. I stood at the railing and shouted over the mingled voices. "Shut it!"


All heads turned to me and their eyes followed, settling their gazes over me like smothering coats of (filthy) velvet.

"There is no need for this! Would you all rather be dead? Christian Ozera," they winced at the informality, "just saved your lives by defeating those creatures and now you're putting him down while he's lying unconscious in a hospital bed!" I yelled. Alright, a tiny little lie, he was half conscious already. But they didn't need to know that.


"But it goes against all that we've been taught! How could he?" someone called from the crowd.

"Allowing transformed strigoi back into society goes against what you've been taught. But you do it anyway. That's much more extreme than one case of life saving offenseive magic. So why can't you accept this?" I watched them whisper to each other and come to decisions.

"She's right, you know!" remarked one of the much, much older men of the group. There were muttered 'yes's and 'I suppose so's, and the image of protest ceased. The crowd dispersed, and just like that, everything was normal again. As much as it could be, anyway. Hans joined me on the balcony.

"That was quite good. We should get the Moroi to rant in front of the Queen's Chambers more often," he laughed. "I have something else to show you," he announced, handing me a printed list, his expression suddenly somber. "A list of all the dead or taken. Though it's mostly the latter. I'd like you to tell their families."

"Of course," I said, making a feeble attempt at a smile. He needed someone who knew what it was like to lose people-temporarily or permanently-to battle to break the news to the families. If there were any. So that's exactly what I did.


Luckily, beside every name on the list was a reference to family and their accomadation number. Some were high society Moroi, and some were shiny new guardians who knew little about real world fighting. They weren't like I was at that age. They probably had never seen as strigoi in person before, and especially not seen its power as it snapped their neck or carried them away for reasons you probably wouldn't want to tell your children any time in the day, never mind before they went to bed. What I found suspicious was that it was mostly women they kidnapped, the majority of those being dhampirs. I could understand some of the 'logic' behind that. If they could pick off all the dhampir women in service as guardians, and then some, dhampir men would have to mate with Moroi women to create more dhampirs to protect the Moroi. And not many would do that, so then they'd be able to kill off the poorly protected Moroi. And they could wait for the dhampir men to die too. They could wait forever. I didn't know what was more scary; the fact that they could have found a way to wipe out our race or the fact that I knew exactly how to.


Of course, mingled in with those were Moroi men and women-that's a given. Moroi blood strengthens them. It's a well known fact. This next house was for a recently graduated Moroi brother and sister that had been kidnapped. Probably to turned. 'Aria Pentle' and 'Dean Pentle'. I knocked on room 546 and waited for them to answer. After about a minute, the door swung open.

"Aria, Dean, I-" the woman in the doorway stopped when she saw me, visibly surprised. "Oh, hello. What can I do for you?"

"My name's Guardian Rose Hathaway, and I'm sorry to say this, but...Aria and Dean have been taken in the recent attack and we're doing our best to recover them. I'm so sorry," I told her softly. I saw something being crushed deep down inside her and tears sprung to her eyes. She let out a choked sob and I wrapped my arms around her. "Shh... Don't worry..." I pulled away and excused myself from the house, glancing at the last two names. I didn't expect to be breaking the news to myself on this trip;

'Janine Hathaway-Taken

Ibrahim Mazur-Taken'.

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