Vampire academy va-1

by Richelle Mead

  Standing outside Victor's cell, I couldn't believe I'd once felt sorry for him. Seeing his new and healthy body enraged me. He sat cross-legged on a narrow bed, reading. When he heard me approach, he looked up.

  "Why Rose, what a nice surprise.Your ingenuity never fails to impress me. I didn't think they'd allow me any visitors."

  I crossed my arms, trying to put on a look of total guardian fierceness. "I want you to break the spell. Finish it off."

  "What do you mean?"

  "The spell you did on me and Dimitri."

  "That spell is done. It burned itself out."

  I shook my head. "No. I keep thinking about him. I keep wanting to…"

  He smiled knowingly when I didn't finish. "My dear, that was already there, long before I set that up."

  "It wasn't like this. Not this bad."

  "Maybe not consciously.But everything else…the attraction-physical and mental-was already in you. And in him. It wouldn't have worked otherwise. The spell didn't really add anything new-it just removed inhibitions and strengthened the feelings you already had for each other."

  "You're lying. He said he didn't feel that way about me."

  "He'slying. I tell you, the spell wouldn't have worked otherwise, and honestly, he should have known better. He had no right to let himself feel that way. You can be forgiven for a schoolgirl's crush.But him? He should have demonstrated more control in hiding his feelings. Natalie saw it and told me. After just a few observations of my own, it was obvious to me too. It gave me the perfect chance to distract you both. I keyed the necklace's charm for each of you, and you two did the rest."

  "You're a sick bastard, doing that to me and him.And to Lisa."

  "I have no regrets about what I did with her, " he declared, leaning against the wall. "I'd do it again if I could. Believe what you want, I love my people. What I wanted to do was in their best interest.Now?

  Hard to say. They have no leader, noreal leader. There's no one worthy, really. " He cocked his head toward me, considering. "Vasilisa actually might have been such a one-if she could ever have found it within herself to believe in something and overcome the influence of spirit. It's ironic, really. Spirit can shape someone into a leader and also crush her ability to remain one. The fear, depression, and uncertainty take over, and keep her true strength buried deep within her. Still, she has the blood of the Dragomirs, which is no small thing. And of course, she has you, her shadow-kissed guardian. Who knows? She may surprise us yet."

  "'Shadow-kissed'? "There it was again, the same thing Ms. Karp had called me.

  "You've been kissed by shadows. You've crossed into Death, into the other side, and returned. Do you think something like that doesn't leave a mark on the soul? You have a greater sense of life and the world-far greater than even I have-even if you don't realize it. You should have stayed dead. Vasilisa brushed Death to bring you back and bound you to her forever. You were actually in its embrace, and some part of you will always remember that, always fight to cling to life and experience all it has. That's why you're so reckless in the things you do. You don't hold back your feelings, your passion,your anger.

  It makes you remarkable. It makes you dangerous."

  I didn't know what to say to that. I was speechless, which he seemed to like.

  "It's what created your bond, too. Her feelings always press out of her, onto others. Most people can't pick up on them unless she's actually directing her thoughts toward them with compulsion. You, however, have a mind sensitive to extrasensory forces-hers in particular. " He sighed, almost happily, and I remembered reading thatVladimir had saved Anna from death. That must have madetheir bond, too.

  "Yes, this ridiculous Academy has no idea what they have in either you or her. If not for the fact that I needed to kill you, I would have made you part of my royal guard when you were older."

  "You never would've had a royal guard. Don't you think people would have been weirded out by you suddenly recovering like that? Even if no one found out about Lisa, Tatiana never would have made you king."

  "You may be right, but it doesn't matter. There are other ways of taking power. Sometimes it's necessary to go outside the established channels. Do you think Kenneth is the only Moroi who follows me? The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows. " He eyed me. "Remember that."

  Odd sounds came from the detention center's entrance, and I glanced toward where I'd come in. The guardians who had let me in were gone. From around the corner, I heard a few grunts and thumps. I frowned and craned my head to get a better look.

  Victor stood up. "Finally."

  Fear spiked downmy spine-at least until I saw Natalie round the corner.

  Mixed sympathy and anger flitted through me, but I forced a kind smile. She probably wouldn't see her father again once they took him. Villain or no, they should be allowed to say goodbye.

  «Hey,» I said, watching her stride toward me. There was an unusual purpose in her movements that some part of me whispered wasn't right. "I didn't think they'd let you in. " Of course, they weren't supposed to have let me in either.

  She walked right up to me and-no exaggeration-launchedme against the far wall. My body hit it hard, and black star-bursts danced across my vision.

  "What?… " I put a hand to my forehead and tried to get up.

  Unconcerned about me now, Natalie unlocked Victor's cell with a set of keys I'd seen on one of the guardian's belts. Staggering to my feet, I approached her.

  "What are you doing?"

  She glanced up at me, and that's when I saw it.The faint ring of red around her pupils.Skin too pale, even for a Moroi. Blood smudged around her mouth.And most telling of all, the look in her eyes. A look so cold and so evil, my heart nearly came to a standstill. It was a look that said she no longer walked among the living-a look that said she was now one of the Strigoi.

  CHAPTER 24

  In spite of all thE training I'd received, all the lessons on Strigoi habits and how to defend against them, I'd never ever actually seen one. It was scarier than I'd expected.

  This time, when she swung at me again, I was ready.Sort of. I dodged back, slipping out of reach, wondering what chance I had. I remembered Dimitri's joke about the mall. No silver stake. Nothing to cut her head off with. No way to set her on fire. Running seemedlike the best option after all, but she was blocking my way.

  Feeling useless, I simply backed down the hall as she advanced on me, her movements far more graceful than they'd ever been in life.

  Then, also faster than she'd ever moved in life, she leapt out, grabbed me, and slammed my head against the wall. Pain exploded in my skull, and I felt pretty sure that was blood I tasted in the back of my mouth. Frantically, I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.

  "My dear, " murmured Victor, "try not to kill her if you don't have to. We might be able to use her later."

  Natalie paused in her attack, giving me a moment to back up, but she never took her cold eyes off me.

  "I'lltry not to."

  There was a skeptical tone in her voice. "Get out of here now. I'll meet you there when I'm done."

  "I can't believe you! " I yelled after him. "You got your own daughter to turn Strigoi?"

  "A last resort.A necessary sacrifice made for the greater good. Natalie understands. " He left.

  "Do you? " I hoped I could stall her with talking, just like in the movies. I also hoped my questions would hide how utterly and completely terrified I was. "Do you understand? God, Natalie. You…you turned.

  Just because he told you to?"

  "My father's a great man, " she replied. "He's going to save the Moroi from the Strigoi."

  "Are you insane? " I cried. I was backing up again and suddenly hit the wall. My nails dug into it, as though I could dig my way through. "Youare a Strigoi."

  She shrugged, almost seeming like the old Natalie. "I had to do it to get him out of here before the
others came.One Strigoi to save all of the Moroi. It's worth it, worth giving up the sun and the magic."

  "But you'll want to kill Moroi! You won't be able to help it."

  "He'll help me stay in control. If not, then they'll have to kill me. " She reached out and grabbed my shoulders, and I shuddered at how casually she talked about her own death. It was almost as casual as the way she was no doubt contemplatingmy death.

  "Youare insane. You can't love him that much. You can't really-"

  She threw me into a wall again, and as my body collapsed in a heap on the floor, I had a feeling I wouldn't be getting up this time. Victor had told her not to kill me…but there was a look in her eyes, a look that said she wanted to. She wanted to feed off me; the hunger was there. It was the Strigoi way. I shouldn't have talked to her, I realized. I'd hesitated, just as Dimitri had warned.

  And then, suddenly, he was there, charging down the hallway like Death in a cowboy duster.

  Natalie spun around. She was fast, so fast. But Dimitri was fast too and avoided her attack, a look of pure power and strength on his face. With an eerie fascination, I watched them move, circling each other like partners in a deadly dance. She was stronger than him, clearly, but she was also a fresh Strigoi. Gaining superpowers doesn't mean you know how to use them.

  Dimitri, howeve, knew how to use the ones he had. After both giving and receiving some vicious hits, he made his move. The silver stake flashed in his hand like a streak of lightning,then it snaked forward-into her heart. He yanked it out and stepped back, his face impassive as she screamed and fell to the floor.

  After a few horrible moments, she stopped moving.

  Just as quickly, he was leaning over me, slipping his arms under my body. He stood up, carrying me like he had when I hurt my ankle.

  "Hey, Comrade, " I murmured, my own voice sounding sleepy. "You were right about Strigoi. " The world started to darken, and my eyelids drooped.

  "Rose.Roza. Open your eyes. " I'd never heard his voice so strained, so frantic. "Don't go to sleep on me. Not yet."

  I squinted up at him as he carried me out of the building, practically running toward the clinic. "Was he right?"

  "Who?"

  "Victor…he said it couldn't have worked.The necklace."

  I started to drift off, lost in the blackness of my mind, but Dimitri prompted me back to consciousness. "What do you mean?"

  "The spell.Victor said you had to want me…to care about me…for it to work. " When he didn't say anything, I tried to grip his shirt, but my fingers were too weak. "Did you? Did you want me?"

  His words came out thickly. "Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish…we could be together."

  "Then why did you lie to me?"

  We reached the clinic, and he managed to open the door while still holding me. As soon as he stepped inside, he began yelling for help.

  "Why did you lie? " I murmured again.

  Still holding me in his arms, he looked down at me. I could hear voices and footsteps getting closer.

  "Because we can't be together."

  "Because of the age thing, right? "I asked. "Because you're my mentor?"

  His fingertip gently wiped away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. "That's part of it, " he said. "But also…well, you and I will both be Lisa's guardians someday. I need to protect her at all costs. Ifa pack of Strigoi come, I need to throw my body between them and her."

  "I know that. Of course that's what you have to do. " The black sparkles were dancing in front of my eyes again. I was fading out.

  "No. If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you."

  The medical team arrived and took me out of his arms.

  And that was how, two days after being discharged, I ended up back in the clinic. My third time in the two months we'd been back at the Academy. It had to be some kind of record. I definitely had a concussion and probably internal bleeding, but we never really found out. When your best friend is a kick-ass healer, you sort of don't have to worry about those things.

  I still had to stay there for a couple of days, but Lisa-and Christian, her new sidekick-almost never left my side when they weren't in class. Through them, I learned bits and pieces about the outside world.

  Dimitri had realized there was a Strigoi on campus when they'd found Natalie's victim dead and drained of blood: Mr. Nagy of all people. A surprising choice, but since he was older, he'd been able to put up less of a fight. No more Slavic art for us. The guardians in the detention center had been injured but not killed. She'd simply slammed them around as she had me.

  Victor had been found and recaptured while trying to escape campus. I was glad, even though it meant Natalie's sacrifice had been for nothing. Rumors said that Victor hadn't seemed afraid at all when the royal guards came and carried him away. He'd simply smiled the whole time, like he had some secret they didn't know about.

  Inasmuch as it could, life returned to normal after that. Lisa did no more cutting. The doctor prescribed her something-an anti-depressant or anti-anxiety drug, I couldn't remember which-that made her feel better. I'd never really known anything about those kinds of pills. I thought they made people silly and happy. But it was a pill like any other, meant to fix something, and mostly it just kept her normal and feeling stable.

  Which was a good thing-because she had some other issues to deal with.Like Andre. She'd finally believed Christian's story, and allowed herself to acknowledge that Andre might not have been the hero she'd always believed him to be. It was hard on her, but she finally reached a peaceful decision, accepting that he could have had both good and bad sides, like we all do. What he'd done to Mia saddened her, but it didn't change the fact that he'd been a good brother who loved her. Most importantly, it finally freed her from feeling like she needed to behim to make her family proud. She could be herself-which she proved daily in her relationship with Christian.

  The school still couldn't get over that. She didn't care. She laughed it off, ignoring the shocked looks and disdain from the royals who couldn't believe she'd date someone from a humiliated family. Not all of them

  felt that way though. Some who had gotten to know her during her brief social whirlwind actually liked her forher, no compulsion necessary. They liked her honesty and openness, preferring it to the games most royals played.

  A lot of royals ignored her, of course, and talked viciously about her behind her back. Most surprising of all, Mia- despite being utterly humiliated-managed to wiggle back into the good graces of a couple of these royals. It proved my point. She wouldn't stay down for long. And, in fact, I saw the first signs of her revenge lurking again when I walked past her one day on the way to class. She stood with a few other people and spoke loudly, clearly wanting me to hear.

  "-perfect match. Both of them are fromcompletely disgraced and rejected families."

  I clenched my teeth and kept walking, following her gaze to where Lisa and Christian stood. They were lost in their own world and formed a gorgeous picture, she blond and fair and he blue-eyed and black-haired. I couldn't help but stare too. Mia was right. Both of their families were disgraced. Tatiana had publicly denounced Lisa, and while no one «blamed» the Ozeras for what had happened to Christian's parents, the rest of the royal Moroi families continued to keep their distance.

  But Mia had been right about the other part too. In some ways, Lisa and Christian were perfect for each other. Maybe they were outcasts, but the Dragomirs and Ozeras had once been among the most powerful Moroi leaders. And in only a very short time, Lisa and Christian had started shaping one another in ways that could put them right up there with their ancestors. He was picking up some of her polish and social poise; she was learning to stand up for her passions. The more I watched them, the more I could see an energy and confidence radiating around them.

  They weren't going to stay down either.

  And I think that, along with Lisa's kindness, may have been what attracted people to he
r. Our social circle began to steadily grow. Mason joined, of course, and made no secret of his interest in me. Lisa teased me a lot about that, and I didn't yet know what to do about him. Part of me thought maybe it was time to give him a shot as a serious boyfriend, even though the rest of me yearned for Dimitri.

  For the most part, Dimitri treated me just like anyone would expect of a mentor. He was efficient.Fond.

  Strict.Understanding. There was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that would make anyone suspect what had passed between us-save for an occasional meeting of our eyes. And once I overcame my initial emotional reaction, I knew he was-technically-right about us. Age was a problem, yes, particularly while I was still a student at the Academy. But the other thing he'd mentioned…it had never entered my mind. It should have. Two guardians in a relationship could distract each other from the Moroi they were supposed to protect. We couldn't allow that to happen, couldn't risk her life for our own wants. Otherwise, we'd be no better than the Badica guardian who'd run off. I'd told Dimitri once that my own feelings didn't matter. She came first.

  I just hoped I could prove it.

  "It's too bad about the healing, " Lisa told me.

  "Hmm? "We sat in her room, pretending to study, but my mind was off thinking about Dimitri. I'd lectured her about keeping secrets, but I hadn't told her about him or about how close I'd come to losing my virginity. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to tell.

  She dropped the history book she'd been holding. "That I had to give up the healing.And the compulsion. " A frown crossed her face at that last part. The healing had been regarded as a wondrous gift in need of further study; the compulsion had met with serious reprimands from Kirova and Ms. Carmack. "I mean, I'm happy now. I should have gotten help a long time ago-you were right about that. I'm glad I'm on the medication. But Victor was right too. I can't use spirit anymore. I can still sense it, though…I miss being able to touch it."

  I didn't entirely know what to say. I liked her better like this. Losing that threat of madness had made her whole again, confident and outgoing, just like the Lisa I'd always known and loved. Seeing her now, it was easy to believe what Victor had said about her becoming a leader. She reminded me of her parents and of Andre-how they used to inspire devotion in those who knew them.