Vampire Academy Page #8

No, not exactly.

But I think we'll find out tonight.

Tomorrow you're getting sequestered away

by Spirit advisers,

so the dance is the last chance

for anybody to try to get to you.

Look, if you could put a pin

in all that, we have more vital matters.

Finding you a dress.

I can go into my trust fund.

I could not possibly accept that.

That's your dress. That's

the dress you were born to wear.

Lissa, we have more important

things to do than sh...

That is my dress.

Thank you, sir, and if

you could just sign here?

And that is your necklace.

That is my necklace.

That's not your necklace.

So not my necklace.

Did you take my lip gloss?

Corpse Number Five?

Like I'd wear your pale-ass lip gloss.

No way.

Natalie, you look gorgeous.

Rose... this is for you,

from my father.

That's my necklace.

Daddy saw you looking at it. Here.

- How does it look?

- Beautiful.

All right, ladies.

I don't know what's

gonna happen tonight.

At this point, I can't remember

who loves us and who hates us...

but I do know that we are

going to own this dance.

Let's make tonight our b*tch.

Not much of a reaction

from your boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend, but...

grading on the Dimitri curve,

a huge reaction... mammoth, gargantuan.

Come here.

Genuinely un-small.

Christian Ozera.

At a school dance.

After this week, I thought I'd lost

the ability to be surprised.

I'm sorry about that kiss the other day.

What about the one right now?

- Rose.

- Hey, what's up?

- OK.

- Rose, you look...

No, you don't get to stare at her.

I took it upon myself to talk

to these royal pains in the butt.

Hmm.

Don't you have something to say?

- We're sorry.

- Hmm.

We didn't do anything to you

that we said we did.

You're telling something that never

happened actually never happened?

Thanks.

Mia let us have sex with her

if we obeyed her.

I tagged the note at the church

and air-blasted the memorial.

What did you think

of the scary screen saver?

We actually put a lot of work into that.

And the bloody one just happened.

We thought it'd be fun to all

hook up in the princess's room,

and things got out of hand, literally.

It's called blood splash.

It's a new Moroi fad,

where when things get hot and sticky,

you fang open your wrist and spray.

Ew! Stop. I nap on that couch.

OK, what about the cat?

We thought it was a fox.

Hurting animals... that's disgusting.

Said the creepy blood splasher.

Please, Rose, don't kick my ass.

Go dance with Natalie.

Go, now.

Oh, Jesse.

- Who's the man?

- You are so the man.

Break the case wide open

and I still only get the cheek.

Ouch.

Ever feel like you're being watched?

Can we pretend the past

month never happened?

Why were you in the hospital?

Pregnant?

- I guess not.

- Herpes?

Maybe your baby has herpes.

I don't care if it's true. I'll tell...

- Go away, Mia.

- Why are you Dragomirs such drags?

First Andre, then you steal Aaron

from me and don't even keep him.

- I don't need this.

- I vow to take down the entire...

I'll fire-magic you into ash.

I'll just water-magic myself

before you can...

Gosh, you two are a riot.

Allow me, Mr. Ozera.

Rose, I hear you and the princess

are friends again.

Too bad... could have made

a great team.

Oh, nice wrist corsage, Splashy.

Your sex slaves told me

everything, and poor Aaron

had no idea what a sociopath

you really are.

- I'll bet you did off Lissa's cat.

- Oscar? I gave him treats.

I would never hurt a kitty.

Oh, my God, you poor little...

All this time, me thinking

that you're a villain

when you're really just...

you're just an insecure little girl

in desperate need of attention.

Everyone saw that I tried

to take the high road there.

- Rose.

- Sort of.

If Mia didn't do it, that means there's

a bigger threat still out there.

- Hathaway, you're out of here.

- Lissa's run off. I didn't see where.

Oh, God, if only there was a secret

place that she went to when she was sad.

- Right.

- Genius.

OK, OK.

OK.

Please, please, please, please.

- Christian.

- We need to get you somewhere safe.

- Just a little longer in the moonlight.

- No, no.

Our moonlight.

OK, now we need to go.

Lissa.

Headmistress Kirova,

we need to get Dimitri.

- The princess is in trouble.

- She's not the only one.

- You don't understand.

- I do understand, Rose.

I understand more than you'll ever...

I could have been a model.

A man in Milan gave me

his card when I was 16.

Dimitri? Dimitri, open up.

Dimitri, something has happened.

Rose, what's wrong?

What's right?

Sweet sassy molassey.

What do you want, Rose?

Some of that.

This is insane.

What are we doing?

Everything.

I love your dress.

Let's burn it.

Love charms... hypnotic,

dangerous, put over jewelry...

Forget about it. Lissa's been kidnapped.

We have to hurry.

Report from the gate.

Nothing's come in or out.

They're still on academy ground...

Have you cleared this with Kirova?

Better to beg forgiveness

than ask permission.

Yeah, and I put a sedative in her ass.

Let me concentrate.

You've got to be kidding me.

- What is it?

- Nothing. Hold on. OK.

He's coming in.

Check the blindfold.

No compulsion tonight.

I can't make out anything

through the blindfold,

but I know that voice.

It's... that guardian.

- Oh, no.

- "Oh, no," what?

"Oh, no," who.

The bad guy's Victor Dashkov.

Welcome, Vasilisa.

How was the dance?

It's officially tomorrow,

and, as promised,

we have much to talk about.

Forgive me if I don't make eye contact.

- I've seen you in action.

- Why are you doing this?

My dear, the simple truth is,

I need you to heal me.

Testing you

with the animals was misguided,

but earth-magicking the cement

and shattering Rose's ankle

was supremely clarifying.

You're forgetting something.

My bond with Rose

is practically a psychic GPS.

Ah, yes, but the necklace

gift that I gave to Rose

is bathed in

a very expensive love charm,

and she is a little too preoccupied

to be of much use to you.

That's what you think, mother...

Victor wants her to heal him.

You were my family's

most cherished friend.

Why didn't you just ask me?

How touching...

genuinely, my darling,

but a chronic disease

like my Sandovsky's needs

continual healings,

and then there is the other matter.

The physical toll on me.

Yes, Spirit users take their

power from their own essence.

To heal another requires

giving part of oneself,

and it can destroy one over time.

You want me to give up

my life for yours.

Basically.

But, you see, my dear,

I am much more

important than you,

and the Moroi need a strong leader,

but my disease means

that I cannot occupy my rightful place

upon the throne.

But you shouldn't bother

your pretty little head

about all this royal intrigue.

Guess what, Victor.

The spirit in this pretty little

head isn't going to heal you.

- You can't make me.

- Bring in Kenneth.

Do you know somebody

named Kenneth?

Your compulsion won't

work on Kenneth.

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