Post by Callie on Oct 5, 2010 18:11:12 GMT -5
Yeah, this is my Vampire Academy fanfic told from Adrian Ivashkov's point of view. Spoiler alert if you're working on reading them and you haven't read Spirit Bound yet. >.>
1) Haunting Past
I was a wreck. A complete and total mess. But I'd already known that. Just refused to really admit it to anyone, not even myself. The worst part was that I hardly knew why. I didn't know why I'd fallen so hard for Rose in the first place. She was rebellious, she didn't listen, she had a mind of her own. Rose was... she was different. Then Dimitri had to go and die, but she still loved him. Love. To think I hadn't understood the word before. But Rose was determined, and she got him back. Eventually he stopped trying to stay away from her own good, as I'd known he would (you couldn't just up and leave Rose alone), and she... well, she took him back. I, the boyfriend, had been pushed to the side to make room for the new boyfriend. Things were over between Rose and I, and it was because of Dimitri.
I didn't resent him, though. Never. Resentment wasn't my thing. However, I had been a wreck. I'd loved her. I never thought I'd get to experience love myself; maybe lust (that was frequent enough), but not the big four-letter relationship-ender itself. It was amazing. Felt like I was on top of a cloud. Until it turned into a cartoon, an anvil hit me on the top of the head and I fell out of that goddamn cloud at top speed. Because someone pushed me. Dimitri was back, and I'd always known that if Rose got him back, I'd be kicked to the curb like a rich girl's last month's shoes. And I was ok with that. Until it happened. Then.... then it sort of hurt. A lot. I guess you could describe it like someone taking a knife, stabbing it into my heart, and twisting it back and forth repeatedly. Even that was a little dramatic.
I had truly loved Rose, though, if she didn't believe it. I still did. Her free, rebellious, badass spirit.
That, though... that was three years ago. I wasn't sure I could handle seeing her again. After the big breakup that she didn't need to say and I didn't need to hear, I'd gone into my own depression. Drinking, smoking, and the occasional recreational drugs. If I forgot everything, I didn't have to deal with it anymore, Spirit wasn't as demanding when I was wasted or stoned, so I was free to ignore it as I pleased. The twisting pain of the knife dulled when I forgot about everything except for myself, the beer/drug/cigarettes, and the girl of the hour.
But as I was saying, it was three years ago, and now I was expected at the Royal Court, along with Christian, Lissa, Eddie, and... well, not Mia. Last I'd heard, she'd run off to France or something. So that flight would probably take too long and it wouldn't be a long meeting anyways. But since Christian and Lissa were coming, that could only mean that Dimitri and Rose would be there, too. God only knows why we were supposed to show up. I didn't lounge around at the Royal Court anymore, since Aunt Tatiana got killed. Now someone else was in charge, and there weren't many of the Royal families who particularly cared for me that much. Maybe the Dragomirs/Ozeras, but that was probably it. Christian and Lissa. Woo. Well.... Lissa. Christian, I think, was still jealous over my teaching Lissa how to control Spirit. The girl still couldn't dreamwalk. I hadn't seen her in three years, either. Which made enough sense; Rose was protecting her, and Dimitri was probably helping. Which meant Lissa was pretty much the best-guarded Moroi on planet Earth. I didn't think you could get better guardians than Rose and Dimitri. From what I'd heard, Dimitri was a total badass. Nice, but Rose had still beat him, outwitted him, when he was a Strigoi. So whatever, Rose would still be the most badass around, in my mind.
I stared out the window of the train as it drove around. It was dark outside. Not a cloud in the sky. Just stars, and the countryside rushing by as the train kept moving. Most people were asleep. Granted, most of them were people. There was a Moroi here and there, but that wasn't really out of the ordinary. Moroi. Vampires. Whatever. Dark outside. No sun out. And to think people believed all that bullshit that one chick was spewing about vampires sparkling - sparkling, for God's sakes! - when clearly that had never happened. I mean, jeez, Dracula was closer. Still not right on, though. We didn't burn in the sunlight, we were just weaker and more uncomfortable.
I pulled my mind out of that reverie, though, glancing over as the seat I was sitting in moved slightly as someone sat down next to me. A girl, about nineteen, long brown hair, chocolatey eyes, pale skin, and the curves that could only belong to a dhampir. I smiled slightly. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked the familiar face.
Jaimie shook her head. "Not while hearing the two in front of me practically having sex."
I grinned slightly and looked out the window. "Haven't they ever learned their manners?"
"Like you're one to criticize," she shot back.
Holding back a smile, I glanced back at her. It was funny how much Jaimie reminded me of Rose, really. Essentially the same personality, and they both had the long brown hair and dark eyes. Jaimie was a lot colder than Rose, though. I figured it was something to do with her past, but I didn't ask. The two of us had a strictly business thing going on, even if Jaimie was hot. She guarded me, and I didn't try to get her into bed. Well, usually. It was sort of an unspoken agreement between the two of us, though most things involving the two of us were unspoken - we bantered playfully, teased, joked, and complained to each other, and that was about it. Jaimie wasn't much of a talker and I wasn't particularly fond of deep conversations, myself.
The rest of the ride went by with Jaimie and I exchanging jabs with each other and arguing playfully, as per usual, even discussing why we could be needed at the Court. That was interesting, at the very least.
"Maybe there're fire-breathing dragons holding the new Queen's poodle hostage," Jaimie suggested at one point.
When the train stopped, we were back in Montana. Home sweet home. I got off the train and Jaimie followed; so did the other Moroi I'd noticed that were riding. Had we all been invited or something? I'd thought there wouldn't be many of us, but there were. Drozdovs, Lazars, and a few other Royals, too. I sighed softly to myself; I was getting a bad feeling about this.
I got into the car one of my other guardians, William, had rented, and Jaimie joined me in the back. She was the only one that really talked to me out of all of them, so that made sense. Sometimes I could swear they were scared of me or something. Which was completely ridiculous. Like they couldn't kick my ass if needed. It wasn't like I was strong; Moroi weren't strong. I'd never heard of a strong one, at least. There was a reason we had the dhampirs as our guardians, after all.
I was half-asleep when the rented car lurched to a stop and Jaimie nudged my shoulder, looking at me silently as she got out. I did the same, slamming the door behind me and looking up at the palace. Well, that was what I called it. Mansion. Palace. Castle. Hard to think I used to spend quite a bit of my time here. It didn't feel the same. It probably didn't help that I wasn't actually looking at the Court. I was looking at a girl who was looking at the Court.
Her dark, comfy-looking clothes and long, curly brown hair made her look so out-of-place compared to the looming Court, but something told me she didn't care. Almost as if in a daze, I walked over to her and waited for her to notice there was someone behind her.
The girl whipped around and her dark brown eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't aged a day, even though it had really been three years since I'd last seen her. "Adrian," she said, sounding shocked. "I didn't know that you'd be here."
"Apparently I wasn't thinking ahead enough to realize you'd be here either," I replied simply, not taking my eyes off hers. Where were the others?
"I - "
"Rose," I said, smiling dazzlingly, "it's been too long."
1) Haunting Past
I was a wreck. A complete and total mess. But I'd already known that. Just refused to really admit it to anyone, not even myself. The worst part was that I hardly knew why. I didn't know why I'd fallen so hard for Rose in the first place. She was rebellious, she didn't listen, she had a mind of her own. Rose was... she was different. Then Dimitri had to go and die, but she still loved him. Love. To think I hadn't understood the word before. But Rose was determined, and she got him back. Eventually he stopped trying to stay away from her own good, as I'd known he would (you couldn't just up and leave Rose alone), and she... well, she took him back. I, the boyfriend, had been pushed to the side to make room for the new boyfriend. Things were over between Rose and I, and it was because of Dimitri.
I didn't resent him, though. Never. Resentment wasn't my thing. However, I had been a wreck. I'd loved her. I never thought I'd get to experience love myself; maybe lust (that was frequent enough), but not the big four-letter relationship-ender itself. It was amazing. Felt like I was on top of a cloud. Until it turned into a cartoon, an anvil hit me on the top of the head and I fell out of that goddamn cloud at top speed. Because someone pushed me. Dimitri was back, and I'd always known that if Rose got him back, I'd be kicked to the curb like a rich girl's last month's shoes. And I was ok with that. Until it happened. Then.... then it sort of hurt. A lot. I guess you could describe it like someone taking a knife, stabbing it into my heart, and twisting it back and forth repeatedly. Even that was a little dramatic.
I had truly loved Rose, though, if she didn't believe it. I still did. Her free, rebellious, badass spirit.
That, though... that was three years ago. I wasn't sure I could handle seeing her again. After the big breakup that she didn't need to say and I didn't need to hear, I'd gone into my own depression. Drinking, smoking, and the occasional recreational drugs. If I forgot everything, I didn't have to deal with it anymore, Spirit wasn't as demanding when I was wasted or stoned, so I was free to ignore it as I pleased. The twisting pain of the knife dulled when I forgot about everything except for myself, the beer/drug/cigarettes, and the girl of the hour.
But as I was saying, it was three years ago, and now I was expected at the Royal Court, along with Christian, Lissa, Eddie, and... well, not Mia. Last I'd heard, she'd run off to France or something. So that flight would probably take too long and it wouldn't be a long meeting anyways. But since Christian and Lissa were coming, that could only mean that Dimitri and Rose would be there, too. God only knows why we were supposed to show up. I didn't lounge around at the Royal Court anymore, since Aunt Tatiana got killed. Now someone else was in charge, and there weren't many of the Royal families who particularly cared for me that much. Maybe the Dragomirs/Ozeras, but that was probably it. Christian and Lissa. Woo. Well.... Lissa. Christian, I think, was still jealous over my teaching Lissa how to control Spirit. The girl still couldn't dreamwalk. I hadn't seen her in three years, either. Which made enough sense; Rose was protecting her, and Dimitri was probably helping. Which meant Lissa was pretty much the best-guarded Moroi on planet Earth. I didn't think you could get better guardians than Rose and Dimitri. From what I'd heard, Dimitri was a total badass. Nice, but Rose had still beat him, outwitted him, when he was a Strigoi. So whatever, Rose would still be the most badass around, in my mind.
I stared out the window of the train as it drove around. It was dark outside. Not a cloud in the sky. Just stars, and the countryside rushing by as the train kept moving. Most people were asleep. Granted, most of them were people. There was a Moroi here and there, but that wasn't really out of the ordinary. Moroi. Vampires. Whatever. Dark outside. No sun out. And to think people believed all that bullshit that one chick was spewing about vampires sparkling - sparkling, for God's sakes! - when clearly that had never happened. I mean, jeez, Dracula was closer. Still not right on, though. We didn't burn in the sunlight, we were just weaker and more uncomfortable.
I pulled my mind out of that reverie, though, glancing over as the seat I was sitting in moved slightly as someone sat down next to me. A girl, about nineteen, long brown hair, chocolatey eyes, pale skin, and the curves that could only belong to a dhampir. I smiled slightly. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked the familiar face.
Jaimie shook her head. "Not while hearing the two in front of me practically having sex."
I grinned slightly and looked out the window. "Haven't they ever learned their manners?"
"Like you're one to criticize," she shot back.
Holding back a smile, I glanced back at her. It was funny how much Jaimie reminded me of Rose, really. Essentially the same personality, and they both had the long brown hair and dark eyes. Jaimie was a lot colder than Rose, though. I figured it was something to do with her past, but I didn't ask. The two of us had a strictly business thing going on, even if Jaimie was hot. She guarded me, and I didn't try to get her into bed. Well, usually. It was sort of an unspoken agreement between the two of us, though most things involving the two of us were unspoken - we bantered playfully, teased, joked, and complained to each other, and that was about it. Jaimie wasn't much of a talker and I wasn't particularly fond of deep conversations, myself.
The rest of the ride went by with Jaimie and I exchanging jabs with each other and arguing playfully, as per usual, even discussing why we could be needed at the Court. That was interesting, at the very least.
"Maybe there're fire-breathing dragons holding the new Queen's poodle hostage," Jaimie suggested at one point.
When the train stopped, we were back in Montana. Home sweet home. I got off the train and Jaimie followed; so did the other Moroi I'd noticed that were riding. Had we all been invited or something? I'd thought there wouldn't be many of us, but there were. Drozdovs, Lazars, and a few other Royals, too. I sighed softly to myself; I was getting a bad feeling about this.
I got into the car one of my other guardians, William, had rented, and Jaimie joined me in the back. She was the only one that really talked to me out of all of them, so that made sense. Sometimes I could swear they were scared of me or something. Which was completely ridiculous. Like they couldn't kick my ass if needed. It wasn't like I was strong; Moroi weren't strong. I'd never heard of a strong one, at least. There was a reason we had the dhampirs as our guardians, after all.
I was half-asleep when the rented car lurched to a stop and Jaimie nudged my shoulder, looking at me silently as she got out. I did the same, slamming the door behind me and looking up at the palace. Well, that was what I called it. Mansion. Palace. Castle. Hard to think I used to spend quite a bit of my time here. It didn't feel the same. It probably didn't help that I wasn't actually looking at the Court. I was looking at a girl who was looking at the Court.
Her dark, comfy-looking clothes and long, curly brown hair made her look so out-of-place compared to the looming Court, but something told me she didn't care. Almost as if in a daze, I walked over to her and waited for her to notice there was someone behind her.
The girl whipped around and her dark brown eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't aged a day, even though it had really been three years since I'd last seen her. "Adrian," she said, sounding shocked. "I didn't know that you'd be here."
"Apparently I wasn't thinking ahead enough to realize you'd be here either," I replied simply, not taking my eyes off hers. Where were the others?
"I - "
"Rose," I said, smiling dazzlingly, "it's been too long."
And I'm glad you like it. 
