Hello, my dear readers! Here I am again, with a new story.

WARNING!: I'm rating this story M due to its violent content (it's mainly in this chapter and it isn't detailed, I'm just rating it M to be sure). Please read at your own discretion.

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy.



Ugh, I don't even want to be here.

That was my first thought when I followed my best friend inside the house. Lissa had been begging me to come to this party with her. I'd declined at first, but she'd kept bugging me about it until I'd said yes. I didn't even know this guy who was hosting this party. But Lissa said that he was an okay guy and that tonight would be great. His parents were out of town so now everyone from school was here, dancing the night away to the loud music coming from the speakers.

"Let's dance!" she said, pulling at my hand.

I made a face. "No thanks, Liss. Not now. I'm…" I looked around and found the kitchen. "I'm going to get something to drink."

She looked disappointed, but then shrugged. "Fine. You know where to find me if you change your mind."

I nodded, then turned around and went to the kitchen. I tried to find a non-alcholic drink, but it seemed it was impossible to find. I glanced at the beer bottles in the fridge. Oh, screw it. One drink won't kill me. Maybe this would help me get into the party mood.

"Rose," someone greeted. "Where's your other half?" He smirked. "The pretty one."

I turned around and looked into the piercing blue eyes of none other than Christian Ozera. Rolling my eyes, I said, "She's in the living room. Dancing."

"Awesome," he said, already making his way to the door.

I sighed and took another sip of my beer. Christian and Lissa had started dating recently. I supported Lissa in pretty much every decision she made, but this… Well, I had a hard time supporting this decision because Christian Ozera was a sarcastic little bastard. And I could know, because he was my neighbor and loved to piss me off by waking me up extra early in the morning during the weekends.

Lissa dating Christian also meant I didn't get to see my best friend as often anymore. Lissa and I had been inseparable since kindergarten. She'd had boyfriends before and so had I, but she'd always come first and the same applied to me. Until now, it seemed.

The last few weeks, she'd almost spent every free moment with Christian. It was like she'd completely forgotten about me. I guess I should feel lucky she'd invited me to come over to the party tonight, but I didn't feel all that lucky.

Suddenly, someone slung his arm around my shoulder. "Hey Rose. What's up? I thought you'd be with my sister."

Snapping out of my reverie, I looked up at Andre, Lissa's older brother. They had the same pale blond hair and jade green eyes.

"Uh yeah… I think she's dancing with Christian right now," I muttered.

His face darkened a little. "Oh."

Just like me, he didn't like Christian very much. But then again, he hadn't liked any of Lissa's boyfriends. He was a very protective brother.

"Well, I'm going to see if I can find them. Don't drink too much," he added, winking at me.

I forced a smile and then took another gulp of my beer. The bottle was empty so, after a moment of hesitation, I took a new one. I would need the alcohol if I wanted to make it through the night. Sighing, I strolled over to a few people who were playing beer pong.

"Wanna join us?" a blond guy asked me, smiling at me. He was tall and handsome. His messy hair hung over his eyes and he brushed it aside with his hand.

I smiled back. "Sure."

Three games later, I was feeling light-headed and dizzy. If I'd learned anything tonight, it was that I'd become a lightweight over the past year and it was pretty clear I sucked at playing beer pong. Stumbling back to the kitchen, I sat down on a chair. The blond guy, who'd introduced himself as Nathan, sat down next to me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said. "I just need to sit down for a moment."

I buried my face in my hands and took deep breaths until I felt better.

"You're not from around here," I said, trying to make conversation and hoping it would distract me from my queasiness.

"Actually, I am," he replied. "I just haven't been here in a while. I left when I started college."

"Oh, when did you leave?"

"About two years ago."

"So you're, like, twenty years old?" I asked.


"I already thought you looked older than most people here."

"Yeah, I'm only here because my brother invited me here."

"Oh, you have a brother? Do I know him?"

"I don't know."

When I finally looked up, I wasn't feeling as dizzy anymore.

"Better?" Nathan asked.

I nodded and smiled. "All better."

"Here, drink this," Nathan said, handing me a cup. I looked at the clear liquid for a moment before drinking it down in one gulp.

"What the hell is that?!" I coughed. It was like my throat was on fire. "I thought this was water!"

Nathan laughed and shook his head. "Nah, it's vodka."

My eyes almost bugged out of my head. "Vodka?!" I exclaimed, still coughing like crazy. "God… This stuff is strong." He nodded and got up to get me a cup of water. I eyed it suspiciously when he handed it to me. "This is water, right?"

He grinned. "Yes. I promise."

Carefully, I took a sip. "Yeah, it's definitely water," I said, sighing in relief.

Nathan laughed again. "So now that you are feeling better, would you like to dance with me?"

Strangely, I was up for a little bit of dancing right now. I got up – and was happy I didn't stumble or anything – and said, "Sure."

But less than five minutes later, I was feeling dizzy again and this time it was much, much worse. "Ow… I don't feel good. I don't feel good at all."

I was seeing black spots and felt like I was going to collapse any minute now. I felt someone wrap an arm around me.

"Here. Lean on me," Nathan murmured. "I'll get you to some place where it's calmer so you can rest for a little bit."

I nodded and let him drag me away. He opened a door and led me inside before gently putting me down on the bed. I lay back, moaning, and closed my eyes. There were black spots everywhere and I was feeling so nauseous. Could it be from the vodka? It hadn't been that much, but that stuff was strong.

"Stay at the door. Don't let anyone in," I heard Nathan murmur to someone.

"Where…you…going?" I tried to sit up, but my limbs were slow and heavy. My breathing was irregular and I was feeling lightheaded again. Nathan walked back to me, a grin on his face. "What's…going…on?"

"Just lay back and relax," he said in a soothing voice. "Everything will be alright. Just go to sleep."

I could barely keep open my eyes; my eyelids felt so heavy. Sleep sounded good. But then, suddenly, I felt the bed dip and then I felt hands sliding over my body. I forced my eyes to open and looked at Nathan in shock.

"What are you doing?" I said drowsily. "Get off of me!"

"Relax, babe," he said grinning, pressing his body against mine. "Just relax. I swear, it'll be fun."

"No!" I pushed against his body, but he wouldn't budge. His body felt heavy on mine as he pressed me down into the mattress. "What did you do to me? Did you...drug me?"

"Shh," he whispered. "Keep quiet and enjoy it."

His hands started to unbutton my shirt and spread it open. I couldn't move my arms and I had to fight to stay awake. "No…please don't," I mumbled. "Get off of me. Get off… I don't want you. Leave me alone." I tried to wiggle away from him, but everything felt so heavy. I just couldn't move. Tears started to roll down my cheeks when his hands went to the zipper of my skirt. "Don't! Please don't! Just let me go! I won't tell anyone."

"Quiet," he snapped.

"Please don't…" I begged, the words barely audible. The black spots started to take over and I realized I wouldn't be awake much longer. "Please…"

It was the last thing I managed to say before darkness came over me.


"Come on, pick up your damn phone," I muttered, glancing at the house where music was blaring out of speakers. There was a dozen people in the front yard, talking and laughing, and probably all of them were drunk. I bet it was much worse inside.

Sighing, I put my phone back into my pocket. She was not going to hear it, not with the loud music and people yelling. I would have to go inside and get her myself.

I got out of the car, slamming the door shut, and stalked across the street to the house where the party was held. It was so crowded I had to push my way inside. I realized I wasn't going to find my sister so easily in this crowd.

"Viktoria?" I called, making my way to the living room. No, she wasn't here. I checked the kitchen and the hall, but she wasn't there either. Maybe she was upstairs. I hoped so or else I didn't know what to do. I noticed two guys standing at either side of a door, both of them grinning. I walked over to them. "Have you seen a girl with long, brown hair? Her name's Viktoria."

The blond guy looked at me. "I don't know who you're talking about. And you're not supposed to be here. Go back downstairs."

I looked at the door, wondering who was inside. "Why?" I looked at the other guy, who suddenly looked nervous. "What's behind this door? Is my sister there maybe?" My eyes widened. "She isn't in there with a guy, right?"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" the blond guy snapped, stepping in front of the door. "Go back downstairs!"

"Why are you guarding that door?"

"Go back downstairs," the other guy said nervously. He looked like he was sweating.

"No. I don't trust this," I said. Before they could say another word, I pushed the both of them aside. The blond guy pulled at my arm, but I gave him another push and he stumbled to the ground. I opened the door – lucky for me it wasn't locked – and stepped inside, flicking the lights on.

My eyes widened in shock and horror when I saw what was happening. There lay a girl, unconscious, on the bed with a guy on top of her, stripping her naked. Without hesitation, I stepped forward and pulled the guy away from the girl.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" the guy yelled.

He struggled to get free and tried to punch me. I dodged him and pushed him into the wall. He came right back at me so I punched him in the face, knocking him out.

"What the fuck?" one of the guys at the door screamed.

Ignoring them, I walked over to the girl. She moaned softly and opened her eyes slightly before they fell closed again. "Help…me," she croaked out. "Please."

It seemed like I'd come in just in time. Her blouse had been unbuttoned and her skirt was down to her knees, but the boy hadn't had a chance to remove the rest of her clothes. Thank God. The girl grasped at her skirt, trying to pull it back up. I quickly shrugged off my duster and covered her with it.

"It's okay," I murmured to her, taking her in my arms and lifting her from the bed. "You're safe now."

I walked out of the room. The two guys who'd stood guard looked at me in shock, but didn't do anything to stop me. Maybe they didn't want to get knocked out like their friend.

I walked downstairs with the girl in my arms, who was falling into unconsciousness again. "Don't fall asleep," I said, nudging her. "Stay awake for me, okay?"

She gave me a tiny nod and tried to grasp my shirt, but her fingers slipped away.


I looked up at the sound of my sister's voice. "Viktoria! Where the hell have you been? I called you a dozen times!"

"I'm sorry," she said. "I lost track of time and I didn't hear my phone because of all the noise. Why are you carrying that girl?"

"I found her in a bedroom upstairs," I answered. "There was a guy with her. She was unconscious. I think the guy was going to…"

"Going to do what, Dimka?" Viktoria said sharply, her eyes wide.

"Rape her," I said, my voice getting caught in my throat. Vika gasped and I added, "Let's go before they follow us. We need to get this girl to the hospital. I think she was drugged."

Vika hurried after me. She opened the car door for me and I put the girl into the passenger's seat. When I was about to close the door, the girl reached for my hand.

"Don't…leave me alone," she whispered. She barely managed to keep her eyes open.

"It's okay," I said softly. "I'm right here, okay? I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh my God, that's Rose Hathaway," Vika gasped as she leaned forward in the backseat to get a look at the girl.

"You know her?" I asked as I gunned the engine and sped away. "Is she a friend of yours?"

"No, not really," she replied. "She's in my school. She's one of the popular kids. I didn't know that she was at the party, though." She looked at Rose again. "Do you think she's going to be okay?"

"I don't know," I said sighing as I glanced at the girl. "I'm not sure if that guy did something to her. I think he was about to when I came in."

"Let's hope he didn't get the chance, then," Vika said. "Poor Rose."

"We should go to the hospital," I said.

That got a reaction from the girl. "No!" she moaned. "No hospital. I'm…I'm fine."

"No, you're not fine," I told her.

"I…am," she managed to say. "I don't want to go…to the hospital. Just drive me…home."

"What about the police?" I asked. "Don't you want to report that guy?"

"Please… Just…take me home," she pleaded.

"You just got assaulted," I said, giving her an incredulous look. "You need to go to the police."

Rose started crying. "No. I want to go home."

"Just take her home, Dimka," Viktoria said. "Tell her parents what happened. They will take her to the police."

"Fine," I muttered. "Do you know where she lives?"

My sister nodded and gave me directions. When we arrived, Rose stumbled out of the car. I hurried out of the car to help her up and saw her throwing up on the grass. Viktoria got out, too, and scrunched up her nose.

"Go see if someone's home," I told her. "I'll stay with Rose."

She nodded and walked to the front door. I crouched down next to Rose and helped her sit up.

"You feeling better?" I asked, rubbing her back.

She nodded, wiping her mouth, and started crying again. "It's…all my fault. I… I…"

"Shh, don't cry," I said softly. "It's going to be okay."

"No one's here!" Viktoria exclaimed, running back to us.

Rose looked up and shook her head. "My parents aren't at home. They're away for the weekend."

Shit! "Do you know someone we could call?" I asked her.

"No," she sniffed, burying her face in her hands.

I got up and looked at Viktoria.

"What are we going to do now?" she asked, biting her lip.

"I'm going to call Ivan and ask him to pick you up here and bring you home. Mama called me a few times when you didn't come home before curfew. She's really worried."

She nodded, but then frowned. "What are you going to do, then?"

"I'm going to stay with Rose until…until she's calmed down." I looked down at Rose, who was still sitting on the curb. "Maybe then she'll want to go to the police."

Viktoria nodded. "Okay."

I called Ivan. He was cranky that I called him in the middle of the night, but when I explained what happened he said he would come over right away.

"Hey, are you guys okay?" Ivan said, practically jumping out of his car when he arrived. "Vika, are you okay? You didn't get hurt?"

"I'm fine," she said, giving him a small smile.

Ivan looked at Rose. "That's the girl?"

I nodded. "Please take Vika home now."

"Okay. Let's go, Vika," Ivan said, taking her by the arm and leading her to his car. She glanced over her shoulder at Rose, a worried look on her face. A few moments later, they were gone.

"Can you stand?" I asked Rose.

"I don't know," she mumbled.

"I'll help you," I said gently. She nodded and I put my arms around her, lifting her from the ground. She leaned into me. "You still feeling dizzy?"

She nodded. "A little."

I sighed. "Rose, I'm sorry, but I really think you should go to the hospital. You might've been drugged." Actually, I was pretty sure she'd been drugged. She'd barely been able to move or speak when I found her. "You need to get checked out by a doctor."

"Okay," she whispered, tears glistening on her cheeks. "Will you come with me? I don't want to go alone."

"Of course," I said, relieved that she'd finally agreed to go to the hospital with me. "We can call the cops afterwards."

"No," she said, her voice hoarse. "No cops. I don't want… I don't want anyone to know what happened. Please don't tell the police." She was crying again. "Please…"

"Fine," I said quickly. "I won't call the cops unless you ask me to."

"Promise me," she cried, clutching at my shirt.

"I promise."

She was still crying softly. I felt bad for her, but there wasn't anything I could do for her right now.

"It's going to be okay, Rose," I said in a soothing voice, hoping it would make her stop crying. I never knew what to do or say when a girl was crying. "It's going to be fine. We're going to the hospital."

"You'll stay with me, right? You said you'd stay," she whispered, wiping at her eyes.

"Yes," I said, giving her a small smile. "I promise."

She nodded and smiled at me gratefully. "Thank you."

I lifted her and carried her back to my car, putting her gently into the passenger's seat. And then we were off to the hospital.

I tried to make it not too explicit because I realize this subject could be upsetting, that's why I put the warning in the beginning of the chapter. So...do you like it? Would you like me to continue this story? Please let me know :)

Have a nice weekend! :)