Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy. If I did, do you think I would be here? I’d be writing the real Dimitri POV, in book form. But I like this site and all of my readers. So, being a great author will have to wait. For now…
The shrill sound of my alarm clock had me smashing it hard enough that it crashed to the floor. Briefly, I wondered how many other people would find five pm too early to start the day. The standard nocturnal schedule that we lived by at St. Vlad was tough to adjust to after spending the last twenty four hours on the hunt for the Princess and Rose. Jet lag had me dragging my butt, even if I was a bad ass guardian. The recent long days and nights had me feeling every bit of my twenty four years, making me feel like the “old Russian dude” that Lazily, I placed my feet on the cold floor, willing them to carry my tired body across my room to my drawers and pick up the easiest things to put on. After grabbing a black wife-beater and gray sweatpants, I left to shower, hoping it would take my mind off a certain young dhampir. The hot flooding droplets of flowing water was a temporary reprieve from my apparently new obsession.
Morning coffee was my first goal of the day, so I headed for the cafeteria to find as much as I could get my hands on. Taking my seat alone, I became completely oblivious to everything but that hot golden brown cup of coffee. Oddly enough that rich color reminded me of her eyes. This really wasn’t helping, with the unwanted distraction of Rose once again, I almost didn’t notice Alberta sitting across from me. By the way she looked at me, I knew I was a mess.
Rose seemed to think I was.
“You know you brought this upon yourself,” she said patting down my hair. I quickly tied my hair back to keep it from getting loose once more.
“I don’t know what came over me I should have just said ‘no’. I’m so stupid.” I tilted my head down but Alberta’s stern eyes didn’t allow me.
“Just make her run laps it’ll keep her busy. You’ll have to deal with her less. Then make up some reason for her to do it”, she said. It actually sounded like a good idea then I could get my morning run in also.
“Thanks Alberta,” I said getting up and started for the gym. It was about 5:40pm and I started taking out the mats. Hopefully she was as punctual as she was snarky. I thought that maybe we could do some sparring for our first lesson. By the way she acted the other day after she tripped she needed to work on her reflexes.
At 6:30 she arrived at the gym, guess I can forget about the punctuality. “Your 30 minutes late, 30 laps later,” I said hoping that if I mask my feelings with solemnity. This rewarded me with a haughty look and an eye roll. “So you’re a mean, old Russian dude,” she said put one hand on her hip as I turned towards her. She was really getting on my nerves. What if I called her young and whatever the hell her nationality she was? “Just so you can stop calling me old, I am 24 how old are you? 12,” I countered. “I mean for god sake, you knew we were going to be here and you’re late.”
“I’m sorry comrade, but it takes some time to look this great,” she said turning in a complete circle, giving me a full 360 of what she was wearing. She wore a red, sleeveless blouse and dark wash jeans. She looked pretty damn good. To stop myself from gaping at her, I turned around pretending to get something from my gym bag. “She’s not even dressed,” I muttered to myself knowing that she would hear me. “And for your information, I brought a change of clothes” she said as she stepped her way towards the female locker room.
I used the time to prepare myself for the overload of physical contact that was about to occur. When she entered the room again, she was wearing a black tank-top that read “Mrs. Darryl Dixon” in red letters, and really short red shorts. I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of Rose swooning over him while watching The Walking Dead.
