READ: There are so few Rose/Christian fics. Like really. I like Dimitri and all, but Christian is just as good, and would come with his own difficulties. So basically this takes place in Shadow Kiss. Anything separated by *** and in italics actually was written in the book just so we have a base timeline and because I don't want to change the book completely cause some of the book needs to actually be there. It begins page 106 of Shadow kiss. Sorry if it seems a little too close based on the book for now but give me a couple more chapters here.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Vampire Academy… sad isn't it?
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I came to an abrupt halt and felt my eyes go wide. Mason stood on the other side of the quad, nearly blending in with a tree and a post. No, I thought. I'd convinced myself that this was over, but there he was, looking at me with that sorrowful, phantom face. He pointed, off toward the back of campus. I glanced that way but again had no clue what to look for. Turning back to him, I could only stare, fear twisting within me. An icy-cold hand touched the side of my neck, and I spun around. It was Christian.
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"Rose what just happened?" he asked.
I looked back to where I thought I'd seen Mason. He wasn't there, big surprise.
"Nothing" I said continuing to walk.
"That was definitely something. You got that same look you did out on the quad." He said.
"I thought you said it wasn't your business?"
"I also said it must be serious." Christian said.
"I'm handling it."
"Clearly." He said.
He seemed genuinely concerned. You could tell him. It would be pretty easy to. He wouldn't make anything school gossip, he knew when to be serious and when to be witty. He might call me crazy but wasn't I calling myself that already?
Before I could do anything else I just stopped and blurted out, "I think I'm seeing Mason."
Nice Rose. You don't sound crazy at all. But I just wanted someone to tell about it not to analyze it. At this point Christian stopped to. He looked at me for a couple minutes. Probably wondering if I was serious… or crazy either one. I couldn't put the genie back in the bottle now.
"What?" Christian asked.
I just told him I was seeing Mason and he asked 'what?' That was seriously all he could come up with to say?
"I think I can see Mason, like a ghost he's kind of faded. I never see him for very long. So usually I can pass it off as fatigue or stress or something." I said.
"So you see Mason, or think you do, and that is what has you scared half to death?"
"I'd prefer it if you didn't use the word 'death' but yea..."
"Well if I said 'scared half to watermelon' it wouldn't make sense." Christian said, deciding that I really didn't want to talk about it.
"Thanks, Christian." I said.
He just nodded and we stayed silent for the rest of the walk.
When we finally entered the commons I realized that something was wrong with Christian and had been since before I had even told him about my ghost problems. Stupid, Stupid, Rose.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing" Christian said.
"See when people say nothing that way it is most always something, and don't pass it off as anything I have told you because something was wrong with you even before that."
He ignored me. That pyromaniac asshole. We went to the feeders' room. It was somewhat busy. I saw Brandon Lazar feeding. He still had a bruise. Never did find out who beat him up. When Christian checked in with the Moroi at the door and then went into the waiting room I followed. I was thinking of anything that could've caused his problem. Did a water user put out one of his fires? Did he set anybody on fire lately?
"It's Lissa" Christian said.
Atleast I am not the only one with a blurting things out problem.
"Are you upset about the whole magic thing with her and Adrian? She's just trying to figure out this whole magic thing." I said.
"That's not the problem."
The look on his face told me what was going on.
"Adrian. You're jealous and worried about Adrian?"
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"I'm not jealous. I'm just—"
"—feeling insecure over the fact that your girlfriend is spending a lot of time with a rich and reasonably cute guy whom she might like. Or, as we like to call it, jealous."
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He turned away clearly wishing the earth would open up and swallow him.
"I would know if she was cheating." I told him.
"You would lie for her in a second if she asked you to. You've covered up and lied for her your entire life Rose." He said.
"I have not!" I shouted. I got shushed my around fifteen moroi.
"Let's see, the damage done to the idiots room. She did it you covered for her. Running away from the academy. She needed it. You helped her and it nearly got you kicked out. Her cutting herself. You knew and wanted to help. She asked you to cover for her and you did." Christian said.
"SHE IS NOT INTERESTED IN HIM ROMANTICALLY WHATSOEVER!" I whisper-shouted.
Am I allowed to slap him? Or would that mess up my field experience?
"Well he'd be better for her reputation."
"Somehow I doubt that." I said.
"Everybody thinks I am going to turn Strigoi, heck some people think I am just dating her so I can kill her to become Strigoi. The ultimate awakening, kill the last of a royal family." Christian said.
"You heard that one?" I asked surprised.
"You hear a lot when people treat you like wallpaper." He said.
He had a point but I really wanted to punch the person who said that because despite everything Christian wasn't a bad person, and I really wanted to beat the hell out of the person who said it.
"Who said it?" I asked.
"It was a Moroi Rose. Leave it alone."
I didn't want to leave it alone, but he had a point. If I wanted to graduate I couldn't hurt anyone for a while. That just plain sucked.
Hate it? Like it? Want me to continue? Leave a review please. The button with the icky green text. So in a review I have a question for you to answer. If you like the Rose and Christian pairing what do you like the most? For me I like how they both can be a lot alike yet extremely different. I also think they'd look good together. She has the whole exotic thing going for her, and he has the whole cute emo guy thing going for him. It makes an interesting couple.