Every Rose Has a Thorn (vampire academy and originals fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Chapter Four: Past: Third person point of view

Rose Hathaway was sitting on her bed inside of her dorm room. She was going through her clothing, decided on what she was going to bring with her for this so called advanced field experience trip. She had a funny feeling that the Queen was personally doing this to her, to get her out of Lissa life, even if it was less than a year. She wasn't all that surprised that Kirova smiled a triumphed smile towards her before she left the meeting. She knew that they were probably planning something like this since she was brought back to the academy less than two weeks ago.

Rose bites her bottom lip, as she saw all of her folded clothing lying on her bed in several neatly folded piles. She didn't know exactly where they were sending her to; so she was planning on bringing everything she owned. She grabbed her largest duffel bag from her desk chair and started piling all of her clothes into it. She didn't even care if they somehow came unfolded, as long as they were all in there.

By the time that she was finished packing up all of her clothing; she had three large duffel bags filled to the top. Another duffel bag held all of her personal items; shoes, make-up, pictures, and everything else she owned laying around her small down room.

A gentle knock sounded on her dorm door. Rose pushed herself off of the bed and headed towards her door. Before she reached the door, she tiredly called out, "Who is it?"

"It's Lissa."

Rose opened the door for her best friend. Lissa was standing there with her blond hair a mess. Her make-up was smudged right under her eyes. Her jade green eyes were bloodshot, and it wasn't from the lack of blood or food. "Is it true, Rose, are they making you leave me?"

"Yes," said Rose, as she looked her best friend in the eye. "There was nothing that I could have done to get out of it. How do you know?"

"Miss Kirova and the Queen told me," said Lissa, as her eyes started watering a bit. Lissa peaked inside of the room, taking in all of the duffel bags that were sitting on top of my bed. Her jade green eyes met Rose's brown ones. "Were you going to tell me that they are making you leave?"

"Yes, I was going to tell you after I finished packing," said Rose, walking further inside of her room. "I also wanted to tell Mason and Eddie also. I wanted them to look after you while I'm not here. I want to know that you are protected no matter what."

"Rose," said Lissa, with a sigh. She followed her best friend inside her room. "I will be okay. The only problem that I have is Mia, and I can take care of her. I'm worried that the Queen will go back on her word about making you my guardian at the end of the year."

Rose looked at Lissa with a small frown on her face. "I know what you are talking about. I was thinking the same thing several minutes ago. When you graduate, you can demand me for your guardian. You will have the pull of being the last Dragomir if you need to."

"I know," said Lissa, with a sigh. "I have a feeling that I'm going to need to pull the last Dragomir card several times. It's something that I hate doing, but if I need to, then I will."

Rose and Lissa were standing there in silence, enjoying one of the last moments with each other when there was a sudden knock on the door. Both of the girls looked up to see Dimitri Belikov; Lissa's guardian was standing there with his arms crossed. He was wearing his brown duster that he was known for wearing at the short amount of time that the girls have met him. His brown hair was surprisingly in a ponytail, as he usually has it.

Rose glared at Belikov; she was pissed off that he just had to say something to the headmistress. He was probably one of the main reasons why she was being sent away. Her anger was getting high to the point where she stomped her way over towards him. She knew that she couldn't do any real damage towards him. She didn't know a lot of moves like him, but it did feel good to her when she slapped him right across the face.