A Vampire's Academy (Book 1)

CHAPTER TWO

MY HATRED NOTWITHSTANDING, I HAD to admit Dimitri Beli--whatever was pretty smart. After they'd carted us off to the airport to and onto the Academy's private jet, he'd taken one look at the two of us whispering and ordered us separated.

"Don't let them talk to each other," he warned the guardian who escorted me to the back of the plane.

"Five minutes together, and they'll come up with an escape plan." I shot him a haughty look and stormed off down the aisle.

Never mind the fact we had been planning escape. As it was, things didn't look good for our heroes-or heroines, rather.

Once we were in the air, our odds of escape dropped further.

Even if a miracle happened and I was able to eliminate all ten guardians, we would still have trouble getting off the airplane.

I figured they might have parachutes on board somewhere, but even if I was able to operate one, there was still the issue of survival, given that we would most likely land somewhere in the Rockies.

No, we were not getting off this plane until it landed in backwoods Montana. I would have to come up with something to get past the Academy's magical wards and ten times the number of guardians.

Yeah.

No problem.

Although Lissa sat at the front with the Russian guy, her fear sang back to me, pounding inside my head like a hammer. My concern for her cut into my fury.

They couldn't take her back there, not to that place. I wondered if Dimitri might have hesitated if he could feel what I did and if he knew what I knew.

Probably not. He didn't care. As it was, her emotions became so intense that I had the strange sensation of sitting in her seat--in her skin. Occasionally, she would abruptly draw me straight into her thoughts.

With a bottle of water in my hand and Dimitri's hand gripping it, I sat next to her tall frame. He leaned forward to pick up something, and the back of his neck revealed six tiny symbols tattooed there: molnija marks.

Their appearance was akin to two intersecting X-shaped streaks of jagged lightning.

One for each of the Strigoi he had slain. Above them was a twisting line, sort of like a snake, that marked him as a guardian.

The promise mark. Blinking, I fought against her and shifted back into my own head with a grimace. I hated when that happened. Feeling Lissa's emotions was one thing, but slipping into her was something we both despised.

I usually did not tell her when it happened because she thought it was an invasion of privacy. It was beyond either of us to control. It was another effect of the bond, a bond neither of us fully understood.

Stories had long existed regarding guardians and their Moroi having psychic connections, but nothing like this had ever been described. We fumbled through it as best we could.

When the flight was almost over, Dimitri returned to my seat and switched places with the guardian next to me. I pointedly turned away, staring out the window Absent mindedly several moments of silence passed.

Finally, he said, "Were you really going to attack all of us?" I didn't answer.

"Doing that...protecting her like that-it was very brave." He paused. "Stupid, but still brave.

Why did you even try it?" I glanced over at him, brushing my hair out of my face so I could look him levelly in the eye.

"Because I'm her guardian." I turned back toward the window. After another quiet moment, he stood up and returned to the front of the jet.

When we landed, Lissa and I had no choice but to let the commandos drive us out to the Academy. Our car stopped at the gate, and our driver spoke with guards who verified we weren't Strigoi about to go off on a killing spree.

They allowed us to proceed through the wards and up to the Academy itself after a minute. It was around sunset-the start of the vampiric day- and the campus lay wrapped in shadows. It probably looked the same, sprawling and gothic.

The Moroi were big on tradition; nothing ever changed with them. This school wasn't as old as the ones back in Europe, but it had been built in the same style.

The buildings boasted elaborate, almost church like architecture, with high peaks and stone carvings. Wrought iron gates enclosed small gardens and doorways here and there.

I developed a fresh perspective on how much this location resembled a university rather than a conventional high school after living on a college campus. We were on the secondary campus, which was divided into lower and upper schools.

Each was built around a large open quadrangle decorated with stone paths and enormous, century-old trees.

We were going toward the upper school's quad, which had academic buildings on one side, while dhampir dormitories and the gym sat opposite. Moroi dorms sat on one of the other ends, and opposite them were the administrative buildings that also served the lower school.

Younger students lived on the primary campus, farther to the west. Around all the campuses was space, space, and more space. We were in Montana, after all, miles away from any real city. The air felt cool in my lungs and smelled of pine and wet, decaying leaves.

Overgrown forests ringed the perimeters of the Academy, and during the day, you could see mountains rising up in the distance.

As we walked into the main part of the upper school, I broke from my guardian and ran up to Dimitri. "Hey, Comrade." He kept walking and wouldn't look at me. "You want to talk now? "Are you taking us to Kirova?"

"Headmistress Kirova," he corrected. On the other side of him, Lissa shot me a look that said, Don't Start something.

"Headmistress. Whatever. She's still a self-righteous old bit-" My words faded as the guardians led us through a set of doors-straight into the commons. I sighed.

Were these people really so cruel? There had to be at least a dozen ways to get to Kirova's office, and they were taking us right through the center of the commons.

And it was breakfast time. Novice guardians and dhampirs like me and Moroi sat together, eating and socializing, faces alight with whatever current gossip held the Academy's attention.

When we entered, the loud buzz of conversation stopped instantly, like someone had flipped a switch. Hundreds of sets of eyes swiveled toward us. I returned the stares of my former classmates with a lazy grin, trying to get a sense as to whether things had changed.

Nope. Didn't seem like it. Camille Conta still looked like the prim, perfectly groomed b*tch I remembered, still the self-appointed leader of the Academy's royal Moroi cliques.

Off to the side, Lissa's gawky near-cousin Natalie watched with wide eyes, as innocent and naive as before. And on the other side of the room...well, that was interesting. Aaron. Poor, poor Aaron, who'd no doubt had his heart broken when Lissa left.

He still looked as cute as ever-maybe more so now-with those same golden looks that complemented hers so well. His eyes followed her every move. Yes. Definitely not over her. It was sad, really, because Lissa had never really been all that into him. I think she'd gone out with him simply because it seemed like the expected thing to do.

But what I found most interesting was that Aaron had apparently found a way to pass the time without her. Beside him, holding his hand, was a Moroi girl who looked about eleven but had to be older, unless he'd become a pedophile during our absence. With plump little cheeks and blond ringlets, she looked like a porcelain doll. A very p*ss*d off and evil porcelain doll.

She gripped his hand tightly and shot Lissa a look of such burning hatred that it stunned me. What the hell was that all about? She was no one I knew.

Just a jealous girlfriend, I guessed. I'd be p*ss*d too if my guy was watching someone else like that. Our walk of shame mercifully ended, though our new setting-Headmistress Kirova's office didn't really improve things.

The old hag looked exactly like I remembered, sharp-nosed and gray-haired. She was tall and slim, like most Moroi, and had always reminded me of a vulture. I knew her well because I'd spent a lot of time in her office. Most of our escorts left us once Lissa and I were seated, and I felt a little less like a prisoner.

Only Alberta, the captain of the school's guardians, and Dimitri stayed. They took up positions along the wall, looking stoic and terrifying, just as their job description required.

Kirova fixed her angry eyes on us and opened her mouth to begin what would no doubt be a major b*tch session.

A deep, gentle voice stopped her. "Vasilisa." Startled, I realized there was someone else in the room. I hadn't noticed. Careless for a guardian, even a novice one.

With a great deal of effort, Victor Dashkov rose from a corner chair. Prince Victor Dashkov. Lissa sprang up and ran to him, throwing her arms around his frail body. "Uncle," she whispered.

She sounded on the verge of tears as she tightened her grip. With a small smile, he gently patted her back.

"You have no idea how glad I am to see you safe, Vasilisa." He looked toward me.

"And you too, Rose." I nodded back, trying to hide how shocked I was. He'd been sick when we left, but this was horrible.

He was Natalie's father, only about forty or so, but he looked twice that age. Pale. Withered. Hands shaking. My heart broke watching him.

With all the horrible people in the world, it didn't seem fair that this guy should get a disease that was going to kill him young and ultimately keep him from becoming king.

Although not technically her uncle-the Moroi used family terms very loosely, especially the royals-Victor was a close friend of Lissa's family and had gone out of his way to help her after her parents had died.

I liked him; he was the first person I was happy to see here. Kirova let them have a few more moments and then stiffly drew Lissa back to her seat.

Time for the lecture.