CHAPTER FOUR

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SENDING US STRAIGHT TO CLASS AFTER OUR MEETING APPEARED TO BE OUTRAGEOUS, but Kirova did exactly that. Lissa was led away, and I watched her go, grateful that the bond allowed me to continue reading her emotional temperature. They directed me to one of the guidance counselors first. He was an ancient Moroi guy, one I remembered from before I'd left. I honestly could not believe he was still alive. The guy was so freaking old, he should have retired .Or died. The visit took all of five minutes. He said nothing about my return and simply inquired about the classes I had taken in Chicago and Portland. He compared them to my old file and quickly scrawled out a new schedule. Sulkily, I accepted it and made my way to my first lesson. Advanced Guardian Combat Techniques, First Period 2nd Period Bodyguard Theory & Personal Protection. 3rd Period Weight Training & Conditioning 4th Period Senior Language Arts (Novices) -Lunch- 5th Period Animal Behavior and Physiology 6th Period Pre-calculus 7th Period Moroi Culture 4 8th Period Slavic Art Ugh. I had forgotten how long a school day at the Academy was. If we had afternoon classes together, Lissa and I would not see each other until after lunch because Novices and Moroi had separate classes during the first part of the day. I believed I had a good chance because the majority of them were typical senior classes. I thought that Slavic art was the kind of elective that nobody enrolled in, so maybe they had included her as well. Dimitri and Alberta escorted me to the guardians' gym for first period, neither one acknowledging my existence. Walking behind them, I saw how Alberta wore her hair in a short, pixie cut that showed her promise mark and molnija marks. A lot of female guardians did this. It didn't matter so much for me now, since my neck had no tattoos yet, but I didn't want to ever cut my hair. She and Dimitri didn't say anything and walked along almost like it was any other day. My peers' reactions upon our arrival proved it was anything but. When we got to the gym, they were halfway through setting up, and just like in the commons, all eyes were on me. I couldn't decide if I felt like a rock star or a circus freak. All right, then. If I was going to be stuck here for a while, I wasn't going to act afraid of them all anymore. It was time to remind everyone that Lissa and I were once respected members of this school. Scanning the staring, open mouthed novices, I looked for a familiar face. Most of them were guys. One caught my eye, and I could barely hold back my grin. "Hey Mason, wipe the drool off your face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time." The stunned silence was broken by a few snorts and snickers, and Mason Ashford emerged from his daze and gave me a mischievous smile. He was attractive, if not particularly attractive, with red hair that stuck up everywhere and a few freckles. He was also one of the funniest guys I knew. We'd been good friends back in the day. "This is my time, Hathaway. I'm leading today's session." "Oh yeah?"I retorted. "Huh. Well, I guess this is a good time to think about me naked, then." "It's always a good a time to think about you naked," added someone nearby, breaking the tension further. Eddie Castile. Another friend of mine. Dimitri shook his head and walked off, muttering something in Russian that didn't sound complimentary. But as for me...well, just like that, I was one of the novices again. They were an easygoing bunch, less focused on pedigree and politics than the Moroi students. The class engulfed me, and I found myself laughing and remembering people I had almost forgotten about. Everyone wanted to know where we had been; apparently, Lissa and I had become legends. I couldn't tell them why we'd left, of course, so I offered up a lot of taunts and wouldn't-you-like-to-knows that served just as well. A few more minutes of happy reunion elapsed before Mason received a reprimand from the adult guardian in charge of the training for not doing his part. Still grinning, he barked out orders to everyone, explaining what exercises to start with. Uneasily I realized I didn't know most of them. "Come on, Hathaway," he said, taking my arm. "You can be my partner. Let's see what you've been doing all this time." An hour later, he had his answer. "Not practicing, huh?" "Ow,"I groaned, momentarily incapable of normal speech. With a helping hand, he lifted me off the mat that he had roughly fifty times knocked me down. "I hate you," I told him, rubbing a spot on my thigh that was going to have a wicked bruise tomorrow. "You'd hate me more if I held back." "Yeah, that's true," I agreed, staggering along as the class put the equipment back. "You actually did okay." "What? I just had my *ss handed to me." "Well, of course you did. It's been two years. But hey, you're still walking. That's something." He grinned mockingly. "Did I mention I hate you?" Another smile flashed across his lips, but it soon turned serious. "Don't take this the wrong way....I mean, you really are a scrapper, but there's no way you'll be able to take your trials in the spring-" "It is forcing me to attend additional practice sessions," I said. Not that it mattered. I planned on getting Lissa and me out of here before these practices really became an issue. "I'll be ready." "Extra sessions with who?" "That tall guy. Dimitri." Mason stopped walking and stared at me. "You're putting in extra time with Belikov?" "Yeah, so what?" "So the man is a god." "Exaggerate much?" I asked. "No, I'm serious. I mean, he's all quiet and antisocial usually, but when he fights...wow. If you think you're hurting now, you're going to be dead when he's done with you." Great. Something else to improve my day. I elbowed him and went on to second period. All seniors had to take that course, which covered the fundamentals of being a bodyguard. Actually, it was the third in a series that had started junior year. That meant I was behind in this class too, but I hoped protecting Lissa in the real world had given me some insight. We called our instructor, Stan Alto, "Guardian Alto" in formal settings, but just "Stan" behind his back. He was a little older than Dimitri, but not nearly as tall, and he always looked p*ss*d off. Today, that look intensified when he walked into the classroom and saw me sitting there. His eyes widened in mock surprise as he circled the room and came to stand beside my desk. "What's this? No one told me we had a guest speaker here today. Rose Hathaway. What a privilege! How very generous of you to take time out of your busy schedule and share your knowledge with us." I felt my cheeks burning, but in a great show of self- control, I stopped myself from telling him to f*ck off. I'm pretty sure my face must have delivered that message, however, because his sneer increased. He gestured for me to stand up. "Well, come on, come on. Don't sit there! Come up to the front so you can help me lecture the class." I sank into my seat. "You don't really mean-" The taunting smile dried up. "I mean exactly what I say, Hathaway. Go to the front of the class." A thick silence enveloped the room. Stan was a scary instructor, and most of the class was too awed to laugh at my disgrace quite yet. Refusing to crack, I strode up to the front of the room and turned to face the class. I gave them a bold look and tossed my hair over my shoulders, earning a few sympathetic smiles from my friends. I then noticed I had a larger audience than expected. A few guardians-including Dimitri lingered in the back of the room. Outside the Academy, guardians focused on one-on-one protection. Here, guardians had a lot more people to protect and they had to train the novices. So rather than follow any one person around, they worked shifts guarding the school as a whole and monito classes. "So, Hathaway," said Stan cheerfully, strolling back up to the front with me. "Enlighten us about your protective techniques." "My...techniques?" "Of course. Because presumably you must have had some sort of plan the rest of us couldn't understand when you took an underage Moroi royal out of the Academy and exposed her to constant Strigoi threats." It was the Kirova lecture all over again, except with more witnesses. "We never ran into any Strigoi," I replied stiffly. "Obviously," he said with a snicker. "I already figured that out, seeing as how you're still alive." I wanted to shout that maybe I could have defeated a Strigoi, but after getting beat up in the last class, I now suspected I couldn't have survived an attack by Mason, let alone an actual Strigoi. When I didn't say anything, Stan started pacing in front of the class. "So what'd you do? How'd you make sure she stayed safe? Did you avoid going out at night?" "Sometimes. "That was true-especially when we'd first run away. We'd relaxed a little after months went by with no attacks. "Sometimes, "he repeated in a high-pitched voice, making my answer sound incredibly stupid. "Well then, I suppose you slept during the day and stayed on guard at night." "Er...no." "No? But that's one of the first things mentioned in the chapter on solo guarding. Oh wait, you wouldn't know that because you weren't here." I swallowed back more swear words. "I watched the area whenever we went out," I said, needing to defend myself. "Oh? Well that's something. Did you use Carnegie's Quadrant Surveillance Method or the Rotational Survey?" I didn't say anything. "Ah. I'm guessing you used the Hathaway Glance- Around-When-You-Remember-To Method." "No!" I exclaimed angrily. "That's not true. I watched her. She's still alive, isn't she?" He walked back up to me and leaned toward my face. "Because you got lucky." "Strigoi aren't lurking around every corner out there," I shot back. "It's not like what we've been taught. It's safer than you guys make it sound." "Safer? Safer? We are at war with the Strigoi!" he yelled. I could smell coffee on his breath, he was so close. "One of them could walk right up to you and snap your pretty little neck before you even noticed him-and he'd barely break a sweat doing it. You might have more speed and strength than a Moroi or a human, but you are nothing, nothing, compared to a Strigoi. They are deadly, and they are powerful.And do you know what makes them more powerful?" No way was I going to let this jerk make me cry. Looking away from him, I tried to focus on something else. My eyes rested on Dimitri and the other guardians. They were watching my humiliation, stone-faced. "Moroi blood," I whispered. "What was that?" asked Stan loudly. "I didn't catch it." I spun back around to face him. "Moroi blood! Moroi blood makes them stronger." He nodded in satisfaction and took a few steps back. "Yes. It does. It makes them stronger and harder to destroy. They'll kill and drink from a human or dhampir, but they want Moroi blood more than anything else. They seek it. They've turned to the dark side to gain immortality, and they want to do whatever they can to keep that immortality. Desperate Strigoi have attacked Moroi in public. Groups of Strigoi have raided academies exactly like this one. There are Strigoi who have lived for thousands of years and fed off generations of Moroi. They're almost impossible to kill. And that is why Moroi numbers are dropping. They aren't strong enough-even with guardians- to protect themselves. Some Moroi don't even see the point of running anymore and are simply turning Strigoi by choice. And as the Moroi disappear..." "...so do the dhampirs," I finished. "Well," he said, licking sprayed spit off his lips. "It looks like you learned something after all. Now we'll have to see if you can learn enough to pass this class and qualify for your field experience next semester." Ouch. I spent the rest of that horrible class-in my seat, thankfully-replaying those last words in my mind. The senior-year field experience was the best part of a novice's education. We'd have no classes for half a semester. Instead, we'd each be assigned a Moroi student to guard and follow around. The adult guardians would monitor us and test us with staged attacks and other threats. How a novice passed that field experience was almost as important as all the rest of her grades combined. It could influence which Moroi she got assigned to after graduation. And me?There was only one Moroi I wanted. Two classes later, I finally earned my lunch escape. As I stumbled across campus toward the commons, Dimitri fell into step beside me, not looking particularly godlike-unless you counted his godly good looks. "I suppose you saw what happened in Stan's class?" I asked, not bothering with titles. "Yes." "And you don't think that was unfair?" "Was he right? Do you think you were fully prepared to protect Vasilisa?" I looked down at the ground. "I kept her alive," I mumbled. "How did you do fighting against your classmates today?" The question was mean. I didn't answer and knew I didn't need to. I'd had another training class after Stan's, and no doubt Dimitri had watched me get beat up there too. "If you can't fight them -" "Yeah, yeah, I know," I snapped. He slowed his long stride to match my pain-filled one. "You're strong and fast by nature. You just need to keep yourself trained. Didn't you play any sports while you were gone?" "Sure," I shrugged. "Now and then." "You didn't join any teams?" "Too much work. If I'd wanted to practice that much, I'd have stayed here." He gave me an exasperated look. "You'll never be able to really protect the princess if you don't hone your skills. You'll always be lacking." "I'll be able to protect her," I said fiercely. "You have no guarantees of being assigned to her, you know-for your field experience or after you graduate." Dimitri's voice was low and unapologetic. They hadn't given me a warm and fuzzy mentor. "No one wants to waste the bond- but no one's going to give her an inadequate guardian either. If you want to be with her, then you need to work for it. You have your lessons. You have me. Use us or don't.You're an ideal choice to guard Vasilisa when you both graduate if you can prove you're worthy. I hope you will." "Lissa, call her Lissa," I corrected. She hated her full name, much preferring the Americanized nickname. He walked away, and suddenly, I didn't feel like such a badass anymore.
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