Hit List - Complete

Cloves and Vodka

After three months of careful planning, we are finally able to make our move. We left Minneapolis and travelled to Pennsylvania to be closer to Court. Lissa and the others had finally graduated and left St. Vladimir's to live at Court, Adrian also returning.

Our sources on the inside reported that Lissa knew the moment Dimitri awakened me, that the bond snapped and she had to be sedated because she was screaming bloody murder and hysterically crying. She deserves it after what she said to me at the gates, and I feel no pity or sympathy for the princess.

Another person who was dramatic about it all was Adrian, he was constantly drunk, (more so than usual,) and kept himself locked up in guest quarters, refusing to feed. The only one who took things with grace was Eddie, but a part of me feels a small twinge of...understanding towards him? He is stuck in the same place that I was, being told what to do and when to do it by the moroi because that was how we were brought up. He shed a few tears and pulled himself together when he was in public.

The more that I think about the roles that the dhampirs play in society, the more I feel like we were being treated the same as when the Nazis's the people of Germany through media manipulation. They spread their propaganda and encouraged civilians to become members of the party, glorifying the position when really, they were setting children up to die. It makes me sick to think that I followed this faithfully and that Dimitri had done so too.

"What are you so deep in thought about?" Dimitri asks, pulling my hair over my shoulder and cupping my neck, pressing his thumbs into the muscles in my neck. I close my eyes for a moment and enjoy the feeling of his fingers working against my skin, groaning when he digs into the right spot.

"Just thinking about how stupid we were to be raised like cattle for slaughter. I've been thinking a lot about Nazi Germany and the connections there are in the moroi society," I say softly, moaning a little as he thumbs a knot at the base of my head.

It seems strange to me that we can still experience things like knotted muscles, but that is another thing we got wrong as dhampirs. Strigoi still experience a lot of things, pain and strains, we can still crave food and in my case, miss the sun on rare occasions.

Dimitri hums in the back of his throat, moving his hands down to my waist and pulling me closer to his chest, pressing his face into my hair.

"We don't need to worry about that anymore, we're free." He whispers. "Are you ready to go?"

I wiggle out of his arms and turn to face him, raking my eyes over him quickly and raising a brow.

"Why are you dressed like a guardian?" I ask crossing my arms. He is decked out in full black, even wearing a court uniform shirt beneath his duster, hair tied back at the nape of his neck.

"Easier to blend in, why are you wearing that?" he replies and waves his hand over my attire. I have gotten used to wearing nicer clothes and jewelry that Dimitri showers me with since being awakened, but tonight I resorted to a pair of skinny jeans, a tank top and a plaid shirt with a pair of converse shoes. He wants to blend in as a guardian, but I want to look as much as I did before awakening, just to fuck with Adrian's head.

"Blending in," I quip back at him. He shakes his head and pulls me back to him, placing a hot kiss to my lips and I moan against his mouth, snaking my tongue into his mouth and shivering when his fangs caress it. While we may have held ourselves back for months when we were dhampirs, that cannot be said for now. We have spent hours acquainting our bodies, using every moment to fuel our desires. Sure, we may not feel things like love anymore, but we still have that pull to each other and I can still feel the hum I used to feel when he touches me.