Okay, so you guys are probably thinking 'What. The. Heck. A Vampire Academy fic?' It's kind of out there, even for me, but I've been reading a lot in this fandom lately and I had to give it a go! I'm completely in LOVE with this series, and I highly recommend it to anyone who hasn't read it yet. I'm honestly just trying this category out at the moment, so I'm not sure exactly where I'll take this if people like it and I continue it. It's really been fun writing! I'm still writing my other stories, for those of you who read those, it's just been a SUPER long time since I've updated. Have no fear, though, I'm thinking that a new chapter of Heartbreak Warfare will be up pretty soon. SO SORRY for the delay in my HM fics, but i've been super busy. It's a horrible excuse, I know, but it's the truth. I swear, this AN is longer than the actual story is. Anyways, I'll quit my rambling now, and let you lovely people read!
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING (except the plot!) The characters and storyline and whatnot belong to the lovely and talented Richelle Mead! Just about everything belongs to her. I'm just borrowing her lovely ideas for creative purposes.
I wake up to the luxurious feeling of warm, soft lips pressed against my bare shoulder. A fuzzy feeling spreads rapidly throughout my body, and I suddenly know- this is where I belong. Dimitri's arms are protectively wrapped around my small waist, and I feel safe. Loved, even. Yeah. Definitely loved.
If anything, sleep makes Dimitri look even more beautiful. I twist around gently in his arms so I can face him, carefully avoiding waking him up. Any trace of his harsh guardian nature has vanished, and he looks peaceful. I even think that I see a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The heat from his body radiates off of him, showering me in the same warmth. I don't want to move, don't ever want to get up. I know, though, that soon our jobs will ask for the better of us, and we'll be separated. It's never long; however, even just a few days without him sends me into withdrawals. Smiling wistfully, I trace each outline of his smooth face, knowing that we have to make the most of these last few days together.
The light contact makes Dimitri's eyes fly open. When he sees that it's just me, his chocolate brown eyes melt with affection.
"Roza.." he murmurs softly, placing his large hand over mine, which was still resting against the side of his face.
"Hey, comrade. Have a nice sleep?"
He winks subtly. "Well, I'd say it's your fault that neither of us got adequate sleep last night."
"Yeah, my fault. I remember all that protesting you did, too. You sure did everything in your power to prevent it from happening, didn't you?"
He laughs that honey laugh and looks into my eyes.
"You know I can't help myself when it comes to you, Rose."
"Ah, I know. All too well, I might add."
"The things you do to me, my love." He teases lightly, and closes his eyes again.
I snuggle closer to him and spend a good five minutes just breathing in his intoxicating scent. This is paradise, I'm sure of it.
A sharp rapping at the door brings me out of my peaceful state, and I glare at the ceiling.
"Go away," I mumble almost incoherently, and flip over so I'm lying on my back. Dimitri, being the responsible Russian that he is, gets up, pulls on a pair of boxers and throws on a t-shirt, and walks over to the door. He opens it slightly and shields the gap, so whoever happens to be on the other end would be oblivious to last night's happenings.
"Dimitri?" I hear confusion in Lissa's voice. "What are you doing in Rose's room?" When Dimitri and Christian visit the campus from St. Vladimirs, the college arranges guest housing for them. I know her well enough, even without the bond, to know that she realizes what is going on a second after she speaks. "Oh.."
Dimitri chuckles in an attempt to fill the awkward silence. "What brings you here, Queen Vasilisa?"
I can almost feel her roll her eyes at the official title. "It's Lissa, Dimitri. No need for formalities. And I was going to see if Rose was up for breakfast, if you two weren't too busy."
I snort. "Do you know me at all, Liss?" I call, still sprawled across the bed. "I'm always up for breakfast."
She giggles. "Get yourself decent, then, and meet me downstairs in twenty minutes."
"Sure thing, Your Honor," I mock her, and I hear a sigh of exasperation before her heels click down the hall.
Dimitri closes the door softly, and strides back over to the bed. He flings himself on top of me, and puts his face close to my ear. "Get up, my lovely Rose. Lissa and a plate of bacon and eggs are waiting."
I push him off of me playfully. "I'm up."
After picking a ribbed black tank top, a pair of jeans, and underwear from my closet, I amble lazily into the bathroom. I brush my teeth, then turn on the shower, where I stand under the heavy stream of water for no longer than ten minutes. Simultaneously, I toss on my clothes while running a brush through my long, dark hair. I'm late, though this should come as no surprise to Lissa. I hide my gleaming stake under my clothes- you never know- and run out of the bathroom. Dimitri's standing on the other end of the room wearing an amused expression.
"Better hurry." He jokes as I pull a grey sweatshirt from a hanger and tug it on. I give him the finger, and hear him chuckle as I fly out the door.
I'm practically sprinting through the hallways of the dorm building, though I know that being on time is a lost cause. When I finally get down to the lobby, I recognize Lissa's shining blonde hair easily among the dozens of people. There are other guardians standing around, I know it, but they stay inconspicuous, blended into their surroundings. Eddie Castile, a good friend of mine, is one of them, and I see him lounging on a red couch, flirting shamelessly with his girlfriend Mia, another friend of ours.
I approach Lissa, and my sudden presence startles her. She turns to me with a knowing look in her emerald eyes. "You're late."
I scoff. "Is this breaking news?"
"No. Breaking news would have been if you'd shown up ten minutes ago."
I laugh in agreement, and pull her up from the couch she's sitting on. We step into the crisp Pennsylvania atmosphere, and I pull my hoodie tighter around my body.
"So," she begins. "You and the Russian had a fun night, I presume."
If Rose Hathaway were the type of person to actually blush, my face would no doubt be flaming. But, I retain my composure, and I smirk at her.
"Naturally." I smile brightly as last night replays in my mind.
"I'm so happy for you, Rose," She gushes, a smile on her lips that mimics mine. "You and Dimitri were made for each other. I couldn't be more glad that the two of you found each other."
"I know," I say with a goofy grin. "What's up with you and Sparky?" I poke her arm, and her cheeks turn the color of a tomato.
"That's, uh, what I wanted to tell you over breakfast." She looks down, apparently finding the cracked, weathered sidewalk very interesting.
"Is it something that I'd get mad about? Because, if it is, I'd suggest that you tell me now. An angry me plus a sharp, pointy fork usually does not end well."
She shakes her head. "You won't be mad- at least, I hope. But I'd prefer your mouth to be doing something other than yelling so you won't make too big of a scene."
"Ah." I muse, just as we approach our destination- a small, quaint restaurant that's nestled on the corner of a strip center whose pancakes are to die for. A girl who can't be much older than us leads us to a table and hands us menus, though we don't even glance at them. We're regulars here, and our orders haven't changed since the first day we walked in.
After a few minutes of random small talk, an old lady approaches our table and smiles warmly at us. "Rose, Lissa! Am I safe to assume that it's the usual order today, girls?"
"Absolutely, Linda." Lissa responds immediately while shooting a smile back at her, and she turns away, heading to the kitchen.
Our food comes out rather quickly, because the restaurant isn't crowded. Lissa's dainty order consists of a mini stack of two pancakes and apple juice. On the contrary, my side of the table has a real estate issue, having been packed with a stack of six pancakes; a plate piled high with bacon, scrambled eggs, and a hash brown; a tray of biscuits and gravy; and my orange juice.
As usual, Lissa stares at my meal with wide eyes, then she shakes her head. My appetite's always been huge, and it's confused since day one her how I've been able to eat to rival a league of truck drivers and still maintain my slim, muscular figure.
I begin to shovel eggs into my mouth like there's no tomorrow, pausing occasionally to take a swig of juice. I cram a strip of bacon into my mouth every so often, and attack my hash brown in seconds. After dousing my stack of cinnamon-vanilla pancakes with at least a gallon of maple syrup, I assault that as well, leaving the plate clean. My biscuits come next, and by this point, Lissa's only just started on her second pancake. I wonder why her appetite has decreased, and figure that she's probable just been to a feeder.
"I'm pregnant, Rose."
I start to choke on a mouthful of biscuits. She looks at me, alarmed, then shoves the glass of juice into my hand. I take a huge gulp, and then glare at her once the food has passed from my esophagus.
"I'm pregnant. Like, in about nine months, I'm gonna have a baby."
"How the hell are you pregnant?"
"Well, Rosie," she begins as if she's talking to a first grader. "It started when Christian and I got really-"
"Whoa, Liss." I cut her off. "No need to get graphic here. What did Sparky do when you told him?"
"I haven't told him yet. I only found out this morning. I'm going to do it tonight, when I make him dinner."
"This is crazy."
"Tell me about it."
I shove the rest of my food into my mouth, and finish up my orange juice. "You do know that you're the queen, right?"
She looks at me like I'm dumb. "Yes, Rosemarie. That fact has not slipped my mind."
"How are you supposed to rule a nation, attend college full time, and take care of a baby at the same time?"
"I'll find a way, Rose. I didn't know this until I was staring at that positive sign, but I want this. I want a family while I'm still young. Plus, I've got a bunch of people to help me out. It's not like I'd be going through any of this alone."
I grin at her. "I'm gonna teach this kid how to throw a wicked punch. He'll be fighting before he can walk."
"Not if I have anything to do with it, you won't."
"Ah, but too bad you won't, my darling."
She slowly- oh, so slowly- finishes her pancake, and we leave the café after paying.
"I'm just happy that you didn't freak out on me. I'm sure I'll get enough of that from Christian. And then there's the whole free Moroi world to worry about."
"Yeah, Pyro's gonna light up." I snicker at my own pun while she just rolls her eyes. "Get it?" I press.
She shoves my shoulder as hard as she can, which isn't saying much. "Shut up, Rose."
"Seriously, though. He's going to flip out. The dude's not exactly the best with kids. And God forbid that the kid be a fire user. One Sparky running around is enough."
"Rose, I'm already sort of freaked out. Please don't put these unwanted images in my head of the Royal House on fire."
"Liss, it's probably better to face it now. If Christian's the father of this sucker, your baby is going to be a freak."
She gasps. "Rose! Seriously?"
We're back at the dorm by now, and we part ways once we reach Lissa's floor. I climb the two flights of stairs rather than wait for the elevator, and I'm at my door in seconds.
When I fling the door open, I see Dimitri sitting on the bed, a book open in his lap. He's got his cell phone pressed to his ear, and his eyes are wide and full of emotion.
"Mama?" he says, voice cracked and full of amazement.
My jaw drops, and I realize that if he hadn't called his family, Olena, Yeva, Viktoria, Sonya, and Karolina were all still unaware that he had turned back into a dhampir.
"Yes, she's here, mama. Would you like me to put her on the phone?" He looks up at me and motions with his arm for me to come to him. When I do, he hands me the phone. I put it to my ear.
"Olena?" I breathe.
"Rose? What's going on?"
"I'm sorry, Olena. I thought somebody would have called you, at least. But, to explain the situation in the least amount of words, Dimitri's a dhampir again."
"What- how?" Her voice is frazzled, confused.
"Lissa, the spirit user, charmed a stake with her power, and she staked him while he was a Strigoi. It healed him of his unnatural state, and he became dhampir. None of us are exactly sure of how it happened, though."
"Rose," she says, and I can tell that she's crying. "I can't begin to thank you enough. You brought my boy back. Thank you."
"Olena, there's no need to thank me. Really."
"There is, Rose. There is." She pauses momentarily. "Rose, I know this is a lot to ask, but is there any way the two of you could come to Baia? I'd love to see you again, and I need to see my Dimka."
My eyes brighten at the idea. "We'd love that." I confirm. "I'll talk to Lissa and see what I can do."
I can hear a smile in her voice. "Thank you again, Rose. We'll see you soon."
I whisper a farewell into the speaker, then press the end button and give the phone back to Dimitri.
"Rose, I don't know if I ever told you this, but thank you so much for giving me my life back. I never thought that I could see my family again. I didn't realize how much I missed seeing them until after I had changed back."
I press a hard kiss to Dimitri's forehead. "Don't you ever thank me for that. I did what I had to do; I did what was right."
"However you want to put it, you saved me, Roza. I can't ever repay you for that."
"There's no need, Dimitri. You being here with me is enough to last a lifetime."
He looks at me with such tender eyes, and my heart melts into a puddle on the floor.
"I love you, milaya."
I return the gaze and stroke the side of his face. "And I you, comrade."
Not too long, but I'm working on the next chapter as we speak, and hopefully it'll be longer. Please review and tell me what you think, because I'm still a little bit on the fence about this one.. I'm liking the change, but I'm just a tad confused. This is Rose/Dimitri all the way, FYI. This will mainly be a fluff story, unless I decide to throw some drama in. It's a very cliched storyline, but I'm working on changing it up a but. I love writing in Rose's POV; she's a great female main, and her personality is great. It's really different than what I usually write, it's my first VA fic, so spare me a little bit, please! :) I'd love to hear what you guys think of the start of this story, and it's very true that reviews = faster updates!