Vampire Academy Page #7

It's classic!

Ever since the accident,

it's like my life

has been on autopilot.

I guess in Ms. Karp's own

spooky way, she was trying

to help me figure it all out,

but who do I have now?

There is another person

who can help you.

He is on our flags, posters, uniforms

and the statue

in the middle of the school.

St. Vladimir?

OK. I'm on it.

So, is this where the outcast

losers hang out?

- How did you know...?

- Books on St. Vladimir. Now.

Before, I was asking.

This is me telling.

- God, you're annoying.

- I'm right that this could help Lissa.

Yeah. That's what's so annoying.

Come on.

God, what's a girl got to do

to get a definition

- of "shadow-kissed" up in this...

- Check this out.

"Vladimir had mastered

a very rare magic,

Spirit."

All this time,

Lissa's been beating herself up

about not being able to declare a magic.

Oh, my God, if she only knew.

This makes Lissa more special

and valuable

than I ever even imagined.

I guess I should be happy that the bad

guys aren't trying to kill Lissa,

but it kind of just makes things more

sick and disgusting.

What do they want from Lissa?

What is the point of killing her cat

and setting up cameras?

- Who could be that cruel?

- Headmistress Kirova could be.

And Mia likes to film her pranks.

- That...

- I know.

Both a little on the nose, but...

No, maybe they're so obvious

that they're not obvious.

I did see Kirova with Mia

the other night.

OK, my conspiracy theory of choice

is that someone might be

trying to drive Lissa mad,

to take her

out of throne contention.

I mean, we all know

Queen Tatiana has her issues.

All three witches

could be working together.

I like the way your mind works.

Just hold that thought.

"At times, after the expense

of power and in times of trauma,

Vladimir's agony would manifest

directly onto his skin."

So this proves that Lissa's not a freak.

Sort of. I mean, it shows

that she could be rehabilitated.

Wait. Lissa does something

like that to herself?

- Cuts and scars and...

- Yes.

Christian, she really could have used

your support these past few weeks.

You agreed Lissa hasn't been herself.

It's her fault we're not together.

God, the female, especially one

who lives off of blood and magic,

is going to have her mood swings.

It is never the girl's fault,

even when it is the girl's fault.

No one ever explained that to you?

You know, if you weren't so psychotic,

you'd be fun to hang outwith.

Same to you, creep.

Thank you.

OK, bye.

- OK.

- See ya.

What were you doing with Rose?

You were fornicating, weren't you?

Fornicat... We were reading.

We discovered a magic

called Spirit. You have it.

Ms. Karp had it,

and so did St. Vladimir.

- He used to cut himself, too.

- Rose told you that?

- I'm gonna kill her.

- Look, stop it, Lissa.

We're trying to help you.

I know now if you don't have any family,

you need as many friends

as you possibly...

I don't need friends

or family or pets or...

I hate you!

You liar.

- Lissa, listen...

- Don't "Lissa, listen" me.

- You've ruined my life.

- Oh, bite me.

- You wish, blood whore.

- Wow.

OK, Lissa,

I need you to understand.

We can learn how St. Vladimir

used Spirit...

- Did you kill my cat?

- Hey,

Oscar and I's relationship

was on the mend.

Lissa, this is important.

Ms. Karp turned herself Strigoi.

She didn't do it to become evil.

She did it to take away from

the scratching and the shaking.

I mean...

which future do you want,

a sick and soulless one like Karp's

or an epic one like Vladimir's?

Stop talking to me

about the past and the future,

because I only care about the present.

You know, if you have to choose one,

pick the one that's happening right now.

I am Princess Vasilisa Dragomir.

I'm the last of the Dragomir line.

If they see I'm weak, they'll attack.

This isn't about a "they" anymore.

This is about you! This is...

You're awake, finally.

The princess has been going

through feeders all morning.

How are you?

I don't know. You tell me.

I'm afraid to even look.

I can move it,

that's a good sign, right?

Rose, I don't know

how to say this, but...

you are not injured.

That's easy for you to say, comrade.

I heard the crack. I saw the bone...

Sorry to interrupt.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Here.

- Thanks.

So, I saw Aaron go by.

- I kicked him to the curb.

- Mmm.

When I saw your leg, I got

everything out of my system.

- Everything.

- Thanks for that, by the way.

Ugh.

I'm so glad you're both alive

and not at each other's throats.

This whole matter of Spirit

has taken us by surprise.

Until the advisers arrive from Romania,

we'll be sequestering

you both into a bunker,

away from any excitement.

No classes, and obviously

you will not be attending

- the Equinox Dance tonight.

- Oh, nonsense.

Please, you have to come.

I'm gonna go with the headmistress

on this one, Prince Dashkov.

Besides, we're all forgetting

the most important thing.

- We have nothing to wear.

- There the gods have smiled upon us.

Today is an overcast day,

and I have engineered

a little shopping expedition.

Please? You know

how much I need your help.

And plus, when has shopping

ever not cheered you up, Lissa?

Where is Rose?

OK.

What was that about?

It's just a little something Dimitri

and I do to keep each other on our toes.

Wow, that was weak. How long have

you been in crush with him?

I am... very sure that I don't

know what you're talking about.

- So, do I get a silver stake?

- That would be a... no.

But remember, today you are

not just Lissa's friend.

Spiridon.

Ain't likely any Strigoi

is gonna make a play

in a public place in broad daylight,

but if Dimitri ain't

giving you a stake, missy,

you should have one of these bad boys.

'Causes a blinding flash of

UV light. Buy you some time.

Well, at least someone

thinks I'm worth a weapon.

So, my superpower turned

out to also be my Kryptonite.

Wow, Your Highness

with the pop culture reference.

You know, I...

I confused power with popularity.

Ever wonder what it'd be

like to be like that?

It's not our destiny.

Destiny? I hate that word.

You know, "royal responsibility,"

"the Moroi come first,"

it's all so twisted.

It's not twisted. I'm your Dhampir

and you're my Moroi. Done.

Some days we're kooky teenagers,

and other days I'm risking

my neck to protect you

from an ancient race

of predatory vampires...

or whoever else,

and that's life.

At least until they come up

with a better word for it.

Somebody looks tense.

Free massage?

I'm really sorry.

I'm so sorry, OK?

Run.

Ms. Karp, I understand all that,

but Mia and my brother...

don't think so.

Andre was generous and funny

and amazing,

but... he could kind of be a player.

Lissa, don't look like you don't

know what I'm talking about,

'cause I can feel you, OK?

You know, I hate having

a best friend I can't lie to.

Do you really think

Mini-Mia's behind everything?

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