Vampire Academy DPOV

Chapter twelve

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                                                                    Chapter 12

 “She let him drink her blood,” a moroi girl said dramatically. “And the worst part is- she told him not to stop, practically begging him to change her.” There were gasps from the moroi gathered around the table. My expression darkened. A week had passed since the rumours had first started spreading. Every class I’d guarded since then had mentioned the incident of Rose being a supposed bloodwhore. Each story was different, some claimed she’d slit her own wrists and forced Jesse to drink from her. Others were more emphasised, adding compulsion into the mix. The story today had been the most worrying, it went into strigoi territory.

With each rumour I heard, my anger and hatred towards Mia Rinaldi grew. I had to stop this once and for all and that meant revenge. When I was done with her she’d jump at the sound of their names. I thought about writing a threatening note but I’d settled on a more obvious option. Mia had started a rumour about Rose, so I would start one about Mia. I had no doubt she then would be publically embarrassed, just like Rose. So they would be even.

 Being a guardian I could pull students files and obtain their personal information. I could get dirt on Mia and send a text to the royal moroi who would spread it like wildfire. However I couldn’t let Rose and Lissa look like possible suspects, so when I sent the text I’d have to make sure they were either talking or within eye sight of each other.

 I didn’t consider myself the type of person seeking revenge, but there was a lot at stake and a lot that could go wrong. Rose would be expelled if Mia pissed her off too much, and if that happened I’d be going with her. So when Mia messed with Rose, she was also messing with me. And I protect the people I care about.

 Back in Russia I’d had my own mentor, Galina. She had made me work hard in my training. I didn’t like her at first but we grew close as time progressed and we then became friends. She’d even given me a gift when I’d graduated. A silver stake. Not just any stake, a stake engraved with my initials and mantra on it. Galina had always told me, “If the strike aint lethal, it aint worth striken.” Considering the mantra was pretty long she’d had the words “Lethal Strike” engraved on it instead. I never let anyone else touch that stake, not even my family. It had been my pride and joy, proving I was a true guardian. My tattoo also proved that but that’s not the point.

 The day I’d made my first strigoi kill I’d called Galina and we’d spoken for hours. Before that I used to think killing strigoi would be the best feeling in the world, and that we’d celebrate all night long but I had been wrong. My first kill hadn’t gone well, I’d hesitated, and because of that one other guardian had been killed. They’d drilled it into us our whole lives, don’t hesitate. But when you saw those evil red eyes glaring at you with a look of pure hatred, fangs extended, ready to kill, you go into panic mode. It’s a fight for survival and not just your own, you’re protecting someone else to. That person is frozen in place, cowering with fear and you’re trying to watch them and kill your attacker at the same time, it’s extremely difficult.

 Afterwards I’d felt cold and strange, like I wasn’t myself. There was blood on my hands. I was a murderer. Taking a life- even an immortal one- had made me feel unnatural. I’d stood staring at the lifeless body for a long time, just staring at its gaping eyes and slack mouth. My moroi tugged at my arm, begging for me to leave, and I came, picturing the same face with the same evil features for months afterward. There had been no congratulations or any form of celebration. There was just a nineteen year old boy scared and alone, constantly being told to put someone else’s life before his own.