Vampire Academy: The Complete Collection: 1/6

by Richelle Mead

  “I did it because I love you,” I said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And really, it was.

  He laughed. “You can sum up in one sentence what it takes me a whole speech to get out.”

  “Because it’s that simple. I love you, and I don’t want to keep pretending like I don’t.”

  “I don’t either.” His hand dropped from my face and found my hand. Fingers entwined, we began walking again. “I don’t want any more lies.”

  “Then what’ll happen now? With us, I mean. Once all of this is done . . . with the Strigoi . . .”

  “Well, as much as I hate to reinforce your fears, you were right about one thing. We can’t be together again—for the rest of the school year, that is. We’re going to have to keep our distance.”

  I felt a little disappointed by this, but I knew with certainty he was right. We might finally have reached the point where we weren’t going to deny our relationship anymore, but we could hardly flaunt it while I was still his student.

  Our feet splashed through slush. A few scattered birds sang in the trees, undoubtedly surprised to see so much activity in daylight around here. Dimitri stared off into the sky ahead, face thoughtful. “After you graduate and are out with Lissa . . .” He didn’t finish. It took me a moment, but I realized what he was about to say. My heart nearly stopped.

  “You’re going to ask to be reassigned, aren’t you? You won’t be her guardian.”

  “It’s the only way we can be together.”

  “But we won’t actually be together,” I pointed out.

  “Us staying with her gives us the same problem—me worrying more about you than her. She needs two guardians perfectly dedicated to her. If I can get assigned somewhere at Court, we’ll be near each other all the time. And in a secure place like that, there’s more flexibility with a guardian’s schedule.”

  A whiny, selfish part of me wanted to immediately jump in with how much that sucked, but really, it didn’t. There was no option we had that was ideal. Each one came with hard choices. I knew it was hard for him to give up Lissa. He cared about her and wanted to keep her safe with a passion that almost rivaled my own. But he cared about me more, and he had to make that sacrifice if he still wanted to honor his sense of duty.

  “Well,” I said, realizing something, “we might actually see more of each other if we’re guarding different people. We can get time off together. If we were both with Lissa, we’d be swapping shifts and always be apart.”

  The trees were thinning up ahead, which was a shame, because I didn’t want to let go of his hand. Still, a surge of hope and joy began to blossom in my chest. It felt wrong in the wake of such tragedy, but I couldn’t help it.

  After all this time, after all the heartache, Dimitri and I were going to make this work. There was always the possibility he could get assigned away from the Court, but even so, we’d still manage to get some time off together every once in a while. The time apart would be agony, but we would make it work. And it would be better than continuing to live a lie.

  Yes, it was really going to happen. All of Deirdre’s worries about me coping with conflicting pieces of my life would be for nothing. I was going to have it all. Lissa and Dimitri. The thought that I could be with both of them was going to make me strong. It would carry me through this Strigoi attack. I’d tuck it away in the back of my mind, like a good luck charm.

  Dimitri and I didn’t say anything else for a while. Like always, we didn’t have to. I knew he was feeling the same happy buzz I was, despite that stoic exterior. We were almost out of the forest, back in sight of the others, when he spoke again.

  “You’ll be eighteen soon, but even so . . .” He sighed. “When this comes out, a lot of people aren’t going to be happy.”

  “Yeah, well, they can deal.” Rumors and gossip I could handle.

  “I also have a feeling your mother’s going to have a very ugly conversation with me.”

  “You’re about to face down Strigoi, and my mother’s the one you’re scared of?”

  I could see a smile playing at his lips. “She’s a force to be reckoned with. Where do you think you got it from?”

  I laughed. “It’s a wonder you bother with me then.”

  “You’re worth it, believe me.”

  He kissed me again, using the last of the forest’s shadows for cover. In a normal world, this would have been a happy, romantic walk the morning after sex. We wouldn’t be preparing for battle and worrying about our loved ones. We’d be laughing and teasing each other while secretly planning our next romantic getaway.

  We didn’t live in a normal world, of course, but in this kiss, it was easy to imagine we did.

  He and I reluctantly broke apart and left the woods, heading back toward the guardians’ building. Dark times were ahead of us, but with his kiss still burning on my lips, I felt like I could do anything.

  Even face down a pack of Strigoi.

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  NONE OF THE OTHERS appeared to have noticed our absence. More guardians, as promised, had shown up, and we now had almost fifty. It was a veritable army, and much as with the Strigoi, the numbers were unprecedented, aside from old European legends of great epic battles between our races. We had more guardians on campus, but some had to stay behind to protect the school. A lot of my classmates had been drafted for that duty, but about ten or so (including me) were accompanying the others to the cave.

  An hour before departure, we met again to go over the plan. There was a large chamber near the far side of the cave, and it made the most sense for the Strigoi to be there so they could head out right away once night came. We were going to attack from both ends. Fifteen guardians would go in from each side, accompanied by three Moroi each. Ten guardians would remain at each entrance to hold back any escaping Strigoi. I was assigned to watch the entrance on the far side. Dimitri and my mother were part of the groups actually going inside. I wished desperately that I could have been with them, but I knew I was lucky to be along at all. And on a mission like this, every job was important.

  Our little army set out, moving at a brisk pace to cover the five miles. We figured that it would take a little over an hour, and there would still be enough daylight for the fight and return trip. No Strigoi would be stationed outside on guard duty, so we could reach the caves undetected. Once our people were inside, however, it was almost a given that the Strigoi’s superior hearing would immediately alert them to the attack.

  There was little conversation as we approached. No one felt like chatting, and most talk was of a logistical nature. I walked with the novices, but every once in a while, I’d glance over and meet Dimitri’s eyes. I felt like there was an invisible bond between us now, so thick and intense that it was a wonder everyone couldn’t see it. His face was battle-serious, but I saw the smile in his eyes.

  Our group split when we reached the closest entrance to the cave. Dimitri and my mother were going in here, and as I gave them one last glance, my feelings had little to do with my earlier romantic interlude. Everything I felt was worry, worry I’d never see them again. I had to remind myself that they were tough—two of the best guardians out there. If anyone would come out of this, it was them. I was the one who needed to be careful, and as we walked the half-mile around the mountain’s base, I carefully placed my emotions in a small compartment in the back of my mind. They’d have to stay there until this was over. I was in battle mode now and couldn’t let my feelings distract me.

  When we were almost to our entrance, I caught a silvery flash out of the corner of my eye. I’d been keeping the assorted ghostly images that lived outside of the wards away, but this was one I wanted to see. Glancing over, I saw Mason. He stood there, saying nothing, wearing his perpetually sad expression. He still seemed unusually pale to me. As our group passed by, he held up one hand, as a farewell or benediction, I didn’t know.

  At the cave’s entrance, our group split up. Alberta and Stan were leading the group in. They stood
poised at the entrance, waiting for the exact time they’d agreed upon with the other group. Ms. Carmack, my magic teacher, was among the Moroi going in with them. She looked nervous but determined.

  The moment came, and the adults disappeared. The rest of us stood there, lined up in a ring around the cave. Gray clouds hung in the sky. The sun had begun its descent, but we still had awhile.

  “This is going to be easy,” murmured Meredith, one of three other girls in the senior class. She spoke uncertainly, more to herself than to me, I think. “A slam dunk. They’ll take out the Strigoi before any of them realize it. We won’t have to do anything.”

  I hoped she was right. I was ready to fight, but if I didn’t have to, it’d mean everything had gone as planned.

  We waited. There was nothing else to do. Every minute felt like an eternity. Then we heard it: the sounds of fighting. Muffled cries and grunts. A few screams. All of us tensed, bodies so rigid we nearly snapped. Emil was our leader on this, and he stood closest to entrance, stake in hand and sweat forming on his brow as he peered into the darkness, ready for any sign of a Strigoi.

  A few minutes into it, we heard the sound of footsteps running toward us. Our stakes were ready. Emil and another guardian drew closer to the entrance, ready to jump in and kill the fleeing Strigoi.

  But it wasn’t a Strigoi who came out. It was Abby Badica. She was scraped up and dirty, but otherwise, she was alive. Her face was frantic and streaked with tears. At first, she screamed when she saw all of us. Then she realized who we were and collapsed into the arms of the first person she could get to—Meredith.

  Meredith looked surprised, but she gave Abby a hug of reassurance. “It’s okay,” Meredith said. “Everything’s okay. You’re in the sun.”

  Gently, Meredith unwrapped Abby and led her to a nearby tree. Abby sat at its base, burying her face in her hands. Meredith returned to her position. I wanted to comfort Abby. I think we all did, but it would have to wait.

  A minute later, another Moroi came out. It was Mr. Ellsworth, the teacher I’d had in fifth grade. He too looked worn, and his neck showed puncture marks. The Strigoi had used him for feeding but hadn’t killed him yet. Nonetheless, despite what horrors he must have faced, Mr. Ellsworth was calm, his eyes alert and watchful. He recognized the situation and immediately stepped out of our circle.

  “What’s going on in there?” asked Emil, his eyes on the cave. Some of the guardians had earpieces, but I imagined in the midst of battle, it was hard to report back.

  “It’s a mess,” said Mr. Ellsworth. “But we’re getting away—in both directions. It’s hard to tell who’s fighting who, but the Strigoi are distracted. And someone . . .” He frowned. “I saw someone using fire on the Strigoi.”

  None of us answered. It was too complex to get into right now. He seemed to realize that and withdrew to sit near a still-sobbing Abby.

  Two more Moroi and a dhampir I didn’t know soon joined Abby and Mr. Ellsworth. Each time someone came out, I prayed that it would be Eddie. We had five victims so far, and I had to assume that others were escaping at the entrance closest to the school.

  Several minutes passed, though, and no one else came out. My shirt was drenched, soaked through with sweat. I had to shift my hold on the stake every once in a while. My grip was so tight that my fingers were locking up. Suddenly, I saw Emil flinch. I realized he was getting a message through his earpiece. His face showed intense concentration, and then he murmured something back. Looking up at us, he pointed at three novices.

  “You—take them back to the school.” He gestured at the refugees, and then turned toward three of the adult guardians. “Go in. Most of the prisoners have gotten out, but our people are trapped. There’s a stalemate.” The guardians moved in without hesitation, and a few moments later, the novices and their charges took off.

  That left four of us, two adults—Emil and Stephen—and two novices, me and Shane. The tension around us was so thick, we could barely breathe. No one else was coming out. No more reports were being made. Emil glanced up and looked alarmed. I followed his gaze. More time had passed than I realized. The sun was significantly lower. Emil suddenly flinched again as another message came through.

  He looked at all of us, his face troubled. “We need more in there to cover the escape on the other end. It doesn’t sound like we’ve lost many. They’re just still having trouble with the retreat.”

  Many, he’d said. Not any. That meant we’d lost at least one person. I felt cold all over.

  “Stephen, you go in,” said Emil. He hesitated, and I could read his dilemma like a book. He wanted to go in too, but as the leader for this side, he was supposed to stay stationed here until the last possible moment. He was on the verge of disobeying those orders, I realized. He was considering going in with Stephen and leaving Shane and me out here. Yet, at the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to leave two novices here alone, should something unexpected happen. Emil exhaled, and he looked us over. “Rose, go with him.”

  I didn’t waste a moment. Following Stephen, I slipped into the cave, and immediately, that nauseous feeling rolled over me. It had been cold outside, but it was colder still as we moved deeper. It was also darker. Our eyes could handle a fair amount of it, but it soon became too much. He flipped on a small light attached to his jacket.

  “I wish I could tell you what to do, but I don’t know what we’ll find,” he told me. “Be ready for anything.”

  The darkness in front of us began to fade. The sounds grew louder. We picked up the pace, glancing in all directions. Suddenly, we found ourselves in the large chamber shown on the map. A fire burned in one corner—one the Strigoi had made, not anything magical—that was providing the light. Looking around, I immediately saw what had happened.

  Part of the wall had fallen in, creating a pile of stones. No one had been crushed under it, but it had almost entirely blocked the opening to the other side of the cave. I didn’t know if magic had caused it, or if the fighting had. Maybe it had been a coincidence. Whatever the reason, seven guardians—including Dimitri and Alberta—were trapped now by ten Strigoi. No Moroi fire users had been caught on this side, but the flashes of light coming through the opening in the cave-in showed me that they were still fighting on the other side. I saw bodies lying on the floor. Two were Strigoi, but I couldn’t make out the others.

  The problem was obvious. Getting through the opening would require someone practically crawling. It would put the person in a vulnerable position. This meant these Strigoi needed to be taken out before the guardians could make their escape. Stephen and I were going to help even the odds. We came up from behind the Strigoi, but three of them sensed us somehow and turned toward us. Two jumped Stephen, and the other came at me.

  Instantly, I kicked into battle mode. All the rage and frustration poured out through me. The cave made for close fighting quarters, but I was still able to evade him. In fact, the close space was to my advantage because the Strigoi, with his larger size, had trouble ducking and dodging. I stayed out of his reach mostly, though he did grab hold of me long enough to slam me against the wall. I didn’t even feel it. I just kept moving, going on the offensive. I eluded his next attack, got in some blows of my own, and, with my small size, managed to slip down and stake him before his next hit. I pulled out the blade in one smooth motion and went to help Stephen. He’d taken out one of his attackers, and between us, we finished the last one.

  That left seven Strigoi now. No, six. The trapped guardians—who were having difficulty in their pinned position—had killed another. Stephen and I jerked the Strigoi closest to us out of the circle. He was a strong one—very old, very powerful—and even with the two of us, he was hard to take down. At last, we did. With the Strigoi numbers reduced, the other guardians were having an easier time getting to the rest. They started freeing themselves from their trapped position, and their numbers alone were now an aid.

  When the Strigoi count was down to two, Alberta yelled at us to start
escaping. Our alignment in the room had changed. We were now the ones surrounding the last two Strigoi. This left the path clear for three of the guardians to escape via the way I’d come in. Stephen, meanwhile, crawled through the hole to the other side. Dimitri staked one of the two Strigoi. One left. Stephen stuck his head back in and shouted something to Alberta that I couldn’t quite make out. She yelled something back without looking at him. She, Dimitri, and two others were closing in on the last Strigoi.

  “Rose,” yelled Stephen, beckoning.

  Follow orders. That’s what we did. I left the fray, scrambling through the hole more easily than he had, thanks to my smaller size. Another guardian immediately followed after me. No one was on this side of cave-in. The fight had either ended or moved on. Bodies showed that things had been intense, however. I saw more Strigoi, as well as a familiar face: Yuri. I hastily looked away toward Stephen, who was helping another guardian through. Alberta came next.

  “They’re dead,” she called. “It sounds like there are a few more blocking the retreat down here. Let’s finish this before the sun comes up.”

  Dimitri came last of all through the gap. He and I exchanged brief, relieved glances, and then we were on the move. This was the long part of the tunnel, and we hurried down it, anxious to get our remaining people out. At first, we encountered nothing, and then flashes of light indicated a fight up ahead. Ms. Carmack and my mother were fighting three Strigoi. My group closed in, and in seconds, the Strigoi were down.

  “That’s it for this group,” my mother gasped out. I was grateful to see her alive too. “But I think there are more here than we thought. I think they left some behind when they went to attack the school. The rest of our people—that survived—have already made it out.”