I'm sorry you guys that I haven't been updating. I was trying to make it perfect for you guys so blame my perfectionist attitude
Disclaimer: If only I had the power to change bodies with Richelle Mead, so I that I could be able to own the wonderful series known as Vampire Academy (she also has Bloodlines, but one book at a time people). But unfortunately, I do not so I have to entertain my absent minded brain with tomfoolery like writing fan fictions JK I love this site and all the great writers who inhabit it.
My team and I had landed at the local Portland airport over an hour ago and anxiety over the unknown weighed heavily on my mind. Closing in on our destination in search of the runaways, I focused in on the hum of the engine. On the distant horizon, the sun was slipping down the darkening stormy sky.
As leader, I was questioning my Intel and concerned by the things I'd been told. At this point, all we knew was that my Moroi ran off with a Dhampir and was hiding out in the suburbs near a college.
I considered young love or summer crush, but they disappeared over two years ago. This is interesting since in our world Moroi and Dhampir's usually don't have committed relationships. Royal's had their fun little flings, but soon society's pressures and demands would force them to conform to expectations.
Dhampir society demands that we protect the Moroi, and that entails risking our lives on a daily basis. Marriage typically is not an option, because the males are trained as guardians from early childhood and our life span is short. The only way for our race to have children is with a Moroi, so many of our women chose a life of a Moroi mistress. A few women feel a strong sense of pride and become some of the toughest guardians our world has to offer.
Growing up in an abusive home made me the man I am today. My bastard of a Moroi father thought beating my mother was the way life should be. At thirteen, I couldn't let it happen anymore and beat him to an inch of his life. The only thing that stopped me from killing the lowlife was the fact that he is my father, without the dirt bag I wouldn't be here. Without the Moroi race, we wouldn't survive.
The venue was 2 miles away.
Barging in would be a bit noticeable, so I was the one who would scope out the premises. Upon arrival, I got out of the SUV, stepping into the cool Portland night. Rain clouds were forming overhead so I had to be quick. I searched through ten houses looking through windows; hopefully… no one saw me.
As I reached the next home, I looked through one of their windows and I saw her. Princess Vasilisa was leaning over a young Dhampir girl.
Hoping that the Hathaway kid would appear, I scanned as much of the room as I could see, occasionally looking at the Dhampir girl. Her hair was beautiful; it gave me the sense that she must be just as lovely. No Dimitri, stop it, get your head in the game! I could not allow myself such distractions.
Fascinated by the view, I speculated that this was one of the few feedings Vasilisa had gotten in the last two years. After she was done, the princess left, probably to find the Hathaway kid. Then the young Dhampir girl turned over towards the window.
Standing still, I tried to get a good look at her, which was the dumbest thing I've ever done because at that moment the Dhampir girl saw me. As fast and stealthy as possible, I moved back into the shadows.
When I reached the border between the grass and the pavement, I called the rest of my team. They quickly answered and were on the way.
Suddenly, I heard a door slam shut. The targets were on the move and until the Dhampir's arrived, it was my job to keep them here. Hiding behind a tree, I kept watching as they headed up the street.
My backup still had not reached my location, so I started after them. Two individuals were ahead of me and already around the corner.
Preparing myself for a fight with the male novice, I crossed onto the grass where my footsteps couldn't be heard. Silently, I ran around the corner and jumped in front of them.
Luckily, my team arrived at the same time as I faced off with the young Dhampir girl. Pressing herself up against the princess, she stumbled a bit, but she kept herself upright.
"Leave her alone," she growled. "Don't touch her."
I hope that my face was unreadable, because I would have fallen on the floor laughing at the weak gesture. Did she really believe keeping a Moroi princess outside of a boarding school, protected by wards and guardians, was the safer choice?
"I'm not going to-", I said taking a step closer.
Maybe a step too close.
She lunged at me, but I quickly pushed her off. Maybe, I did it a bit too hard because she fell back. I quickly grabbed her before she fell. Suddenly, a thought came to me; this is the Hathaway kid, or more specifically the Hathaway girl.
I had an undeniable urge to find out her first name, but as I pondered the thought that I had been wrong, I caught myself staring at the bite mark left on her neck. I didn't mind though, coming from my background (that's a story left for another day). Defiantly she pulled away from my grip. She was beautiful… I was almost distracted, but I snapped out of it as she slowly backed away, still a bit shaky from the loss of blood.
"Rose," The princess called to her softly. "Don't."
So, her name was Rose. Fitting… dangerous yet beautiful.
She seemed to give up and I took her resignation as a chance to introduce myself. I bowed to the princess and said in a calm voice, "My name is Dimitri Belikov," Then, I said the words that they never wanted to hear. "I'm taking you back to St. Vladimir's Academy, Princess."
