Vampire academy va-1

by Richelle Mead

  Still, I tried to do what I'd done before, back when I'd spied on her and Christian.The meditation thing. Slow breathing. Eyes closed. Mental focus like that still wasn't easy for me, but at long last I managed the transition, slipping into her head and experiencing the world as hers. She stood in her American lit class, during project-work time, but, like most of the students, she wasn't working. She and Camille Conta leaned against a wall on the far side of the room, talking in hushed voices.

  "It's gross, " said Camille firmly, a frown crossing her pretty face. She had on a blue skirt made of velvet-like fabric, short enough to show off her long legs and possibly raise eyes about the dress code. "If you guys were doing it, I'm not surprised she got addicted and did it with Jesse."

  "Shedidn't do it with Jesse, " insisted Lisa. "And it's not like we hadsex. We just didn't haveany feeders, that's all. " Lisa focused her full attention on Camille and smiled. "It's no big deal. Everyone's overreacting."

  Camille looked like she seriously doubted this, and then, the more she stared at Lisa, the more unfocused her eyes became. A blank look fell over her.

  «Right?» asked Lisa, voice like silk. "It's not a big deal."

  The frown returned. Camille tried to shake the compulsion. That fact that it'd even gotten this far was incredible. As Christian had observed, using it on Moroi was unheard of.

  Camille, although strong-willed, lost the battle. «Yeah,» she said slowly. "It's really not that big a deal."

  "And Jesse's lying."

  She nodded. "Definitely lying."

  A mental strain burned inside of Lisa as she held onto the compulsion. It took a lot of effort, and she wasn't finished.

  "What are you guys doing tonight?"

  "Carly and I are going to study for Mattheson's test in her room."

  "Invite me."

  Camille thought about it. "Hey, you want to study with us?"

  «Sure,» said Lisa, smiling at her. Camille smiled back.

  Lisa dropped the compulsion, and a wave of dizziness swept over her. She felt weak. Camille glanced around, momentarily surprised,then shook off the weirdness. "See you after dinner then."

  "See you, " murmured Lisa, watching her walk away. When Camille was gone, Lisa reached up to tie her hair up in a ponytail. Her fingers couldn't quite get all the hair through, and suddenly, another pair of hands caught hold and helped her. She spun around and found herself staring into Christian's ice-blue eyes. She jerked away from him.

  "Don't do that! " she exclaimed, shivering at the realization that it had beenhis fingers touching her.

  He gave her his lazy, slightly twisted smile and brushed a few pieces of unruly black hair out of his face.

  "Are you asking me orordering me?"

  "Shut up. " She glanced around, both to avoid his eyes and make sure no one saw them together.

  "What's the matter? Worried about what your slaves'll think if they see you talking to me?"

  "They're myfriends, " she retorted.

  "Oh.Right. Of course they are. I mean, from what I saw, Camille would probablydo anything for you, right? Friends till the end. " He crossed his arms over his chest, and in spite of her anger, she couldn't help but notice how the silvery gray of his shirt set off his black hair and blue eyes.

  "At least she isn't like you. She doesn't pretend to be my friend one day and then ignore me for no reason."

  An uncertain look flickered across his features. Tension and anger had built up between them in the last week, ever since I'd yelled at Christian after the royal reception. Believing what I'd told him, Christian had stopped talking to her and had treated her rudely every time she'd tried to start a conversation. Now, hurt and confused, she'd given up attempts at being nice. The situation just kept getting worse and worse.

  Looking out through Lisa's eyes, I could see that he still cared about her and still wanted her. His pride had been hurt, however, and he wasn't about to show weakness.

  «Yeah?» he said in a low, cruel voice. "I thought that was the way all royals were supposed to act. You certainly seem to be doing a good job with it. Or maybe you're just using compulsion on me to make me think you're a two-faced bitch. Maybe you really aren't. But I doubt it."

  Lisa flushed at the wordcompulsion — and cast another worried look around-but decided not to give him the satisfaction of arguing anymore. She simply gave him one last glare before storming off to join a group of royals huddled over an assignmentReturning to myself, I stared blankly around the classroom, processing what I'd seen. Some tiny, tiny part of me was starting to feel sorry for Christian. It was only a tiny part, though, and very easy to ignore.

  At the beginning of the next day, I headed out to meet Dimitri. These practices were my favorite part of the day now, partly because of my stupid crush on him and partly because I didn't have to be around the others.

  He and I started with running as usual, and he ran with me, quiet and almost gentle in his instructions, probably worried about causing some sort of breakdown. He knew about the rumors somehow, but he never mentioned them.

  When we finished, he led me through an offensive exercise where I could use any makeshift weapons I could find to attack him. To my surprise, I managed to land a few blows on him, although they seemed to do me more damage than him. The impacts always mademe stagger back, but he never budged. It still didn't stop me from attacking and attacking, fighting with an almost blind rage. I didn't know who I really fought in those moments: Mia or Jesse or Ralf.Maybe all of them.

  Dimitri finally called a break. We carried the equipment we'd used on the field and returned everything to the supply room. While putting it away, he glanced at me and did a double take.

  "Your hands. "He swore in Russian. I could recognize it by now, but he refused to teach me what any of it meant. "Where are your gloves?"

  I looked down at my hands. They'd suffered for weeks, and today had only made them worse. The cold had turned the skin raw and chapped, and some parts were actually bleeding a little. My blisters swelled.

  "Don't have any.Never needed them inPortland."

  He swore again and beckoned me to a chair while he retrieved a first-aid kit. Wiping away the blood with a wet cloth, he told me gruffly, "We'll get you some."

  I looked down at my destroyed hands as he worked. "This is only the start, isn't it?"

  "Of what?"

  "Me.Turning intoAlberta.Her…and all the other female guardians.They're all leathery and stuff. Fighting and training and always being outdoors-they aren't pretty anymore. " I paused. "This…this life. It destroys them. Their looks, I mean."

  He hesitated for a moment and looked up from my hands. Those warm brown eyes surveyed me, and something tightened in my chest. Damn it. I had to stop feeling this way around him. "It won't happen to you. You're too. . " He groped for the right word, and I mentally substituted all sorts of possibilities.

  Goddess-like.Scorchingly sexy. Giving up, he simply said, "It won't happen to you."

  He turned his attention back to my hands. Did he…did he think I waspretty? I never doubted the reaction I caused among guys my own age, but with him, I didn't know. The tightening in my chest increased.

  "It happened to my mom. She used to be beautiful. I guess she still is, sort of. But not the way she used to be. " Bitterly, I added, "Haven't seen her in a while. She could look completely different for all I know."

  "You don't like your mother, " he observed.

  "You noticed that, huh?"

  "You barely know her."

  "That's the point. She abandoned me. She left me to be raised by the Academy."

  When he finished cleaning my open wounds, he found a jar of salve and began rubbing it into the rough parts of my skin. I sort of got lost in the feel of his hands massaging mine.

  "You say that…but what else should she have done? I know you want to be a guardian. I know how much it means to you. Do you think she feels any differently? Do you think she should have quitto raise you when you'd spend most
of your life here anyway?"

  I didn't like having reasonable arguments thrown at me. "Are you saying I'm a hypocrite?"

  "I'm just saying maybe you shouldn't be so hard on her. She's avery respected dhampir woman. She's set you on the path to be the same."

  "It wouldn't kill her to visit more, " I muttered. "But I guess you're right.A little. It could have been worse, I suppose. I could have been raised with blood whores."

  Dimitri looked up. "I was raised in a dhampir commune. They aren't as bad as you think."

  «Oh.» I suddenly felt stupid. "I didn't mean-"

  "It's all right. " He focused his attention back on my hands.

  "So, did you, like, have family there? Grow up with them?"

  He nodded. "My mother and two sisters. I didn't see them much after I went to school, but we still keep in touch. Mostly, the communities are about family. There's a lot of love there, no matter what stories you've heard."

  My bitterness returned, and I glanced down to hide my glare. Dimitri had had a happier family life with his disgraced mother and relatives than I'd had with my «respected» guardian mother. He most certainly knew his mother better than I knew mine.

  "Yeah, but…isn't it weird? Aren't there a lot of Moroi men visiting to, you know?…"

  His hands rubbed circles into mine. "Sometimes."

  There was something dangerous in his tone, something that told me this was an unwelcome topic.

  "I–I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up something bad…."

  "Actually…you probably wouldn't thinkit's bad, " he said after almost a minute had passed. A tight smile formed on his lips. "You don't know your father, do you?"

  I shook my head. "No. All I know is he must have had wicked cool hair."

  Dimitri glanced up, and his eyes swept me. "Yes. He must have. " Returning to my hands, he said carefully, "I knew mine."

  I froze. "Really? Most Moroi guys don't stay-I mean, some do, but you know, usually they just-"

  "Well, he liked my mother. " He didn't say «liked» in a nice way. "And he visited her a lot. He's my sisters' father too. But when he came…well, he didn't treat my mother very well. He did some horrible things."

  «Like…» I hesitated. This was Dimitri's mother we were talking about. I didn't know how far I could go.

  "Blood-whore things?"

  "Like beating-her-up kinds of things, " he replied flatly. He'd finished the bandages but was still holding my hands. I don't even know if he noticed. I certainly did. His were warm and large, with long and graceful fingers.Fingers that might have played the piano in another life.

  "Oh God, " I said. How horrible. I tightened my hands in his. He squeezed back. "That's horrible. And she…she just let it happen?"

  "She did. " The corner of his mouth turned up into a sly, sad smile. "But I didn't."

  Excitement surged through me. "Tellme,tell me you beat the crap out of him."

  His smile grew. "I did."

  «Wow.» I hadn't thought Dimitri could be any cooler, but I was wrong. "You beat up your dad. I mean, that's really horrible…what happened. But,wow. You really are a god."

  He blinked. "What?"

  "Uh, nothing. "Hastily, I tried to change the subject. "How old were you?"

  He still seemed to be puzzling out the god comment. "Thirteen."

  Whoa.Definitely a god. "You beat up your dad when you werethirteen?"

  "It wasn't that hard. I was stronger than he was, almost as tall. I couldn't let him keep doing that. He had to learn that beingroyal and Moroi doesn't mean you can do anything you want to other people-even blood whores."

  I stared. I couldn't believe he'd just said that about his mother. "I'm sorry."

  "It's all right."

  Pieces clicked into place for me. "That's why you got so upset about Jesse, isn't it? He was another royal, trying to take advantage of a dhampir girl."

  Dimitri averted his eyes. "I got upset over that for a lot of reasons. After all, you were breaking the rules, and…"

  He didn't finish, but he looked back into my eyes in a way that made warmth build between us.

  Thinking about Jesse soon darkened my mood, unfortunately. I looked down. "I know you heard what people are saying, that I-"

  "I know it's not true, " he interrupted.

  His immediate, certain answer surprised me, and I stupidly found myself questioning it. "Yeah, but how do you-"

  "Because I know you, " he replied firmly. "I know your character. I know you're going to be a great guardian."

  His confidence made that warm feeling return. "I'm glad someone does. Everyone else thinks I'm totally irresponsible."

  "With the way you worry more about Lisa than yourself… " He shook his head. "No. You understand your responsibilities better than guardians twice your age. You'll do what you have to do to succeed."

  I thought about that. "I don't know if I can do everything I have to do."

  He did that cool one-eyebrow thing.

  "I don't want to cut my hair, " I explained.

  He looked puzzled. "You don't have to cut your hair. It's not required."

  "All the other guardian women do. They show off their tattoos."

  Unexpectedly, he released my hands and leaned forward. Slowly, he reached out and held a lock of my hair, twisting it around one finger thoughtfully. I froze, and for a moment, there was nothing going on in the world except him touching my hair. He let my hair go, looking a little surprised-and

  embarrassed-at what he'd done.

  "Don't cut it, " he said gruffly.

  Somehow, I remembered how to talk again. "But no one'll see my tattoos if I don't."

  He moved toward the doorway, a small smile playing over his lips. "Wear it up.»

  CHAPTER 14

  I continued spying on Lisa over the next couple of days, feeling mildly guilty each time.

  She'd always hated it when I did by accident, and now I did it on purpose.

  Steadily, I watched as she reintegrated herself into the royal power players one by one. She couldn't do group compulsion, but catching one person alone was just as effective, if slower. And really, a lot didn't need to be compelled to start hanging out with her again. Many weren't as shallow as they seemed; they remembered Lisa and liked her for who she was. They flocked to her, and now, a month and a half after our return to theAcademy, it was like she'd never left at all. And during this rise to fame, she advocated for me and rallied against Mia and Jesse.

  One morning, I tuned into her while she was getting ready for breakfast. She'd spent the last twenty minutes blow-drying and straightening her hair, something she hadn't done in a while. Natalie, sitting on the bed in their room, watched the process with curiosity. When Lisa moved on to makeup, Nataliefinally spoke.

  "Hey, we're going to watch a movie inErin 's room after school.You going to come? " I'd always made jokes about Natalie being boring, but her friend Erin had the personality of dry wall.

  "Can't. I'm going to help Camille bleach Carly's hair."

  "You sure spend a lot of time with them now."

  "Yeah, I guess." Lisa dabbed mascara across her lashes, instantly making her eyes look bigger.

  "I thought you didn't like them anymore."

  "I changed my mind."

  "They sure seem to like you a lot now. I mean, not that anyone wouldn't like you, but once you came back and didn't talk to them, they seemed okay ignoring you too. I heard them talking about you a lot. I guess that's not surprising, because they're Mia's friends too, but isn't it weird how much they like you now? Like, I hear them always waiting to see what you want to do before they make plans and stuff.

  And a bunch of them are defending Rose now, which isreally crazy. Not that I believe any of that stuff about her, but I never would have thought it was possible-"

  Underneath Natalie's rambling was the seed of suspicion, and Lisa picked up on it. Natalie probably never would have dreamed of compulsion, but Lisa couldn't risk innocent questions turning into somet
hing more. "You know what? " she interrupted. "Maybe I will swing byErin 's after all. I bet Carly's hair won't take that long."

  The offer derailed Natalie's train of thought. "Really? Oh wow, that would be great. She was telling me how sad she was that you're not around as much anymore, and I told her…»

  On it went. Lisa continued her compulsion and return to popularity. I watched it all quietly, always worrying, even though her efforts were starting to reduce the stares and gossip about me.

  "This is going to backfire, " I whispered to her in church one day. "Someone's going to start wondering and asking questions."

  "Stop being so melodramatic.Power shifts all the time around here."

  "Not like this."

  "You don't think my winning personality could do this on its own?"

  "Of course I do, but if Christian spottedit right away, then someone else will-"

  My words were interrupted when two guys farther down the pew suddenly exploded into snickers.

  Glancing up, I saw them looking right at me, not even bothering to hide their smirks.

  Looking away, I tried to ignorethem, suddenly hoping the priest would start up soon. But Lisa returned their looks, and a sudden fierceness flashed across her face. She didn't say a word, but their smiles grew smaller under her heavy gaze.

  "Tell her you're sorry, " she told them. "And make sure she believes it."

  A moment later, they practically fell all over themselves apologizing to me and begging for forgiveness. I couldn't believe it. She'd used compulsion in public-in church, of all places.Andon two people at the same time.

  They finally exhausted their supply of apologies, but Lisa wasn't finished.

  "That's thebest you can do? " she snapped.

  Their eyes widened in alarm, both terrified that they'd angered her.

  "Lis', " I said quickly, touching her arm. "It'sokay I, uh, accept their apologies."

  Her face still radiated disapproval, but she finally nodded. The guys slumped in relief.

  Yikes. I'd never felt so relieved to have a service start. Through the bond, I felt a sort of dark satisfaction coming from Lisa. It was uncharacteristic for her, and I didn't like it.