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*


7. Chapter 6


I don't cry often. I'm just not one of those people. I'm more likely to take it out on a punchbag, or a dummy, or a real person. If I'm really angry, it can be any of those three-I'd be punching so blindly it wouldn't make a difference. It's usually the former, because Dimitri always says that punching real people is harmful to me and who I decide to give a busted nose, and I should show better control. And punching Court's training dummies will land me with a sprained wrist or ankle. As I said, I don't cry often, but this time I did-I really did. My heart plummetted and I felt tears soak my cheeks in seconds. Knees giving way beneath me, I fell to the ground. I don't know how long I stayed there, outside that accomadation building, as the wind whipped my hair and clothes.


Strong arms encompassed me and pulled me to a stand, gently stroking my hair. I looked up into the owner's eyes and took comfort in the deep brown orbs I saw there.

"Roza?" Dimitri asked, as he brushed tears from my cheeks. Concern filled his gaze as he held me up.

"Strigoi...Mum...Abe... Taken," I croaked out. He understood almost immediately, scooping me up easily and carrying me across the courtyard.

"Don't worry," he whispered. "We'll get them back," and to think, only a while ago, I had been telling a weeping woman the exact same thing. But somehow, I wasn't as easily fooled by it. Was it the fact that there wasn't a reason to 'not worry' for me? Or maybe because I was used to always worrying, and always having something to worry about? Perhaps it's just the fact that these people are my own flesh and blood and not just name on a piece of paper to me.


"You're really close to them. In reality, aren't you?" Dimitri said as I laid in his arms beneath our bed covers. It was sometime around midnight for Moroi and Dhampirs, and the sun kept at bay by the tinted windows was strong.

"Who?" I tilted my head upwards and looked into his eyes, my hand pausing in the patterns it was tracing on his chest.

"Your parents, Rose," he smiled, kissing my forehead and squeezing my other hand where it rested in his.

"Oh. Yeah, I guess I do. I never saw it before but...I do," I mumbled.

"We'll get them back. I mean it. They'll set up a rescue team and go get them. Hans will make sure of it," he told me firmly, his tone backing his every word. I almost believed it this time.

"Okay. Comrade?"

"Yes, Roza?"

"I'm going to sleep now," I whispered, as my eyelids grew heavy. They slid over my eyes, blocking out the little light that the tinted windows allowed inside. Moments after, I fell into a restless sleep.


I woke early just before sunset. I slipped into my guardian uniform and trudged across the courtyard in the rapidly fading light. I started to jog, hoping to get some part of my morning run in before I did what I was about to do. In barely any time I was standing before the Guardians' Building some way across Court. The sun had almost sunk below the hills and it cast a misty orange light over everything; when I stepped inside, I found out it had done the same there.

"Can I line all my shifts up, please? Like this," I told the desk clerk, running my finger along the four three-hour shifts of the day.

"All day?!" he exclaimed, and looked at me as though I'd grown another head. With all the thoughts going through it, I might as well have.

"Yes, all day," I replied. I feigned a look that said 'I'm getting impatient' and he nodded vigorously.

"Alright. Name?"

"Rosemarie Hathaway."

"Thank you, your shift," he said, showing me his watch. I simple walked out and started on my journey over to Lissa's Chambers.


Even if this meant a day of standing around or walking silently by Lissa's side, it would mean I didn't have to talk to Dimitri. Or anyone. At least not personally. I wouldn't have the chance or the privelege to. And, for once, I didn't mind the fact that I had been cheated out of certain things by the very fact I was a Dhampir. No matter how much I loved those brown eyes, I didn't want to hear how everything was going to be alright, and that my parents were absolutely safe. I wanted to hear that I had no time for nothing more than emotionless protection and I wanted to know that if any strigoi tried to attack on my watch, they'd suffer a painful death. They'd feel something stab at their heart-just something ten times more painful and lethal than what they'd shoved into mine. They'd pay.


So I made sure I was there all the time. Every day for a week I took shifts that collided with Dimitri's downtime, leaving myself with only three hours of sleep each day and a whole lot of caffeine in my system. At first I couldn't believe it was working, until I came home from twenty-one hours of solid guarding, flopping on the bed, when I realized I was being watched. Careless-for a guardian. My eyes surveyed the room and landed on the one thing I'd been trying to avoid for the past seven days. Dimitri Belikov.


"Forget it," I hiss, peeling myself away from the bed. "I'll go find somewhere else to sleep!" I took one last look in his direction then left the room, storming outside. As I passed the guardians on the outside, I caught wisps of their conversation.

"She's been burying herself in work. Why is nobody doing anything? The stupid girl."

"She's traumatized-"

"Oh, I'm sure she is. Listen, we've all lost people, it's just her, I'm surprised she hasn't run away with some idiotic vendetta to kill, maim, and beat until she gets them back," and I'd had enough. I flagged them behind their backs and stormed away, kicking a trash can as I went. It clattered to the floor but nothing attracted attention in the little alley I'd turned into. How could they?!


I had to admit that I favoured the 'she's traumatized' guardian's opinion more than the other's but not by much. I wasn't a bratty, naive, typical teenager anymore. That Rose died with Mason in Spokane. And I wasn't a weak, tearful, trembling child. She never existed to begin with. Then I realized something-why couldn't I do what was already expected of me? The opinions of those guardians didn't matter, and Lissa was well guarded. This time I could run away, and come back with no aftermath. So I would do it. I'd run away.

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