Vampire Academy: The Complete Collection: 1/6 (39 page)

Again, she used that matter-of-fact tone as she described her own stealthy skills. It was annoying, more so than if she’d been openly haughty about how awesome she was. My classmates’ faces shone with wonder; they were clearly more interested in the idea of breaking a Strigoi’s neck than analyzing my mother’s narrative skills.

She continued with the story. When she and the other guardians had killed the remaining Strigoi, they’d discovered two Moroi had been taken from the party. Such an act wasn’t uncommon for Strigoi. Sometimes they wanted to save Moroi for a later “snack”; sometimes lower-ranking Strigoi were dispatched by more powerful ones to bring back prey. Regardless, two Moroi were gone from the ball, and their guardian had been injured.

“Naturally, we couldn’t leave those Moroi in Strigoi clutches,” she said. “We tracked the Strigoi to their hideout and found several of them living together. I’m sure you can recognize how rare that is.”

It was. The evil and selfish nature of Strigoi made them turn on each other as easily as they did their victims. Organizing for attacks—when they had an immediate and bloody goal in mind—was the best they could do. But living together? No. It was almost impossible to imagine.

“We managed to free the two captive Moroi, only to discover that others were being held prisoner,” my mother said. “We couldn’t send the ones we’d rescued back by themselves, though, so the guardians who were with me escorted them out and left it to me to get the others.”

Yes, of course, I thought. My mother bravely went in alone. Along the way, she got captured but managed to escape and rescue the prisoners. In doing so, she performed what had to be the hat trick of the century, killing Strigoi in all three ways: staking, decapitation, and setting them on fire.

“I had just staked a Strigoi when two more attacked,” she explained. “I didn’t have time to pull the stake out when the others jumped me. Fortunately, there was an open fireplace nearby, and I pushed one of the Strigoi into it. The last one chased me outside, into an old shed. There was an axe inside and I used that to cut off her head. I then took a can of gasoline and returned to the house. The one I’d thrown into the fireplace hadn’t completely burned, but once I doused him in gasoline, he went up pretty quickly.”

The classroom was in awe as she spoke. Mouths dropped. Eyes bugged. Not a sound could be heard. Glancing around, I felt like time had frozen for everyone—except me. I appeared to be the only one unimpressed by her harrowing tale, and seeing the awe on everyone’s faces enraged me. When she finished, a dozen hands shot up as the class peppered her with questions about her techniques, whether she was scared, etc.

After about the tenth question, I couldn’t take it anymore. I raised my hand. It took her a while to notice and call on me. She seemed mildly astonished to find me in class. I considered myself lucky that she even recognized me.

“So, Guardian Hathaway,” I began. “Why didn’t you guys just secure the place?”

She frowned. I think she’d gone on her guard the moment she called on me. “What do you mean?”

I shrugged and slouched back in my desk, attempting a casual and conversational air. “I don’t know. It seems to me like you guys messed up. Why didn’t you scope out the place and make sure it was clear of Strigoi in the first place? Seems like you could have saved yourself a lot of trouble.”

All eyes in the room turned toward me. My mother was momentarily at a loss for words. “If we hadn’t gone through all that ‘trouble,’ there’d be seven more Strigoi walking the world,
and
those other captured Moroi would be dead or turned by now.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get how you guys saved the day and all that, but I’m going back to the principles here. I mean, this is a theory class, right?” I glanced over at Stan who was regarding me with a very stormy look. He and I had a long and unpleasant history of classroom conflicts, and I suspected we were on the verge of another. “So I just want to figure out what went wrong in the beginning.”

I’ll say this for her—my mother had a hell of a lot more self-control than I did. Had our roles been reversed, I would have walked over and smacked me by now. Her face stayed perfectly calm, however, and a small tightness in the set of her lips was the only sign that I was pissing her off.

“It’s not that simple,” she replied. “The venue had an extremely complex layout. We went through it initially and found nothing. It’s believed the Strigoi came in after the festivities had started—or that there might have been passages and hidden rooms we hadn’t been aware of.”

The class ooh’ed and ahh’ed over the idea of hidden passages, but I wasn’t impressed.

“So what you’re saying is that you guys either failed to detect them during your first sweep, or they broke through the ‘security’ you set up during the party. Seems like someone messed up either way.”

The tightness in her lips increased, and her voice grew frosty. “We did the best we could with an unusual situation. I can see how someone at your level might not be able to grasp the intricacies of what I’m describing, but once you’ve actually learned enough to go beyond
theory
, you’ll see how different it is when you’re actually out there and lives are in your hands.”

“No doubt,” I agreed. “Who am I to question your methods? I mean, whatever gets you the
molnija
marks, right?”

“Miss Hathaway.” Stan’s deep voice rumbled through the room. “Please take your things and go wait outside for the remainder of class.”

I stared at him in bewilderment. “Are you serious? Since when is there anything wrong with asking questions?”

“Your attitude is what’s wrong.” He pointed at the door. “Go.”

A silence heavier and deeper than when my mother had told her story descended over everyone. I did my best not to cower under the stares of guardians and novices alike. This wasn’t the first time I’d been kicked out of Stan’s class. It wasn’t even the first time I’d been kicked out of Stan’s class while Dimitri was watching. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I crossed the short distance to the door—a distance that felt like miles—and refused to make eye contact with my mother as I passed.

About five minutes before the class let out, she slipped out of the room and walked over to where I sat in the hallway. Looking down on me, she put her hands on her hips in that annoying way that made her seem taller than she was. It wasn’t fair that someone over half a foot shorter than me could make me feel so small.

“Well. I see your manners haven’t improved over the years.”

I stood up and felt a glare snap into place. “Nice to see you too. I’m surprised you even recognized me. In fact, I didn’t even think you
remembered
me, seeing as how you never bothered to let me know you were on campus.”

She shifted her hands from her hips and crossed her arms across her chest, becoming—if possible—even more impassive. “I couldn’t neglect my duty to come coddle you.”

“Coddle?” I asked. This woman had never coddled me in her life. I couldn’t believe she even knew the word.

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand. From what I hear, you don’t really know what ‘duty’ is.”

“I know exactly what it is,” I retorted. My voice was intentionally haughty. “Better than most people.”

Her eyes widened in a sort of mock surprise. I used that sarcastic look on a lot of people and didn’t appreciate having it directed toward me. “Oh really? Where were you for the last two years?”

“Where were you for the last five?” I demanded. “Would you have known I was gone if someone hadn’t told you?”

“Don’t turn this back on me. I was away because I had to be.
You
were away so you could go shopping and stay up late.”

My hurt and embarrassment morphed into pure fury. Apparently, I was never going to live down the consequences of running away with Lissa.

“You have
no
idea why I left,” I said, my voice’s volume rising. “And you have no right to make assumptions about my life when you don’t know anything about it.”

“I’ve read reports about what happened. You had reason for concern, but you acted incorrectly.” Her words were formal and crisp. She could have been teaching one of my classes. “You should have gone to others for help.”

“There was no one I could go to—not when I didn’t have hard proof. Besides, we’ve been learning that we’re supposed to think independently.”

“Yes,” she replied. “Emphasis on
learning
. Something you missed out on for two years. You’re hardly in a position to lecture me about guardian protocol.”

I wound up in arguments all the time; something in my nature made that inevitable. So I was used to defending myself and having insults slammed at me. I had a tough skin. But somehow, around her—in the brief times I
had
been around her—I always felt like I was three years old. Her attitude humiliated me, and touching on my missed training— already a prickly subject—only made me feel worse. I crossed my arms in a fair imitation of her own stance and managed a smug look.

“Yeah? Well, that’s not what my teachers think. Even after missing all that time, I’ve still caught up with everyone else in my class.”

She didn’t answer right away. Finally, in a flat voice, she said, “If you hadn’t left, you would have surpassed them.”

Turning military-style, she walked off down the hall. A minute later, the bell rang, and the rest of Stan’s class spilled into the hall.

Even Mason couldn’t cheer me up after that. I spent the rest of the day angry and annoyed, sure that everyone was whispering about my mother and me. I skipped lunch and went to the library to read a book about physiology and anatomy.

When it was time for my after-school training with Dimitri, I practically ran up to the practice dummy. With a curled fist, I slapped its chest, very slightly to the left but mostly in the center.

“There,” I told him. “The heart is there, and the sternum and ribs are in the way. Can I have the stake now?”

Crossing my arms, I glanced up at him triumphantly, waiting for him to shower me with praise for my new cunning. Instead, he simply nodded in acknowledgment, like I should already have known that. And yeah, I should have.

“And how do you get through the sternum and the ribs?” he asked.

I sighed. I’d figured out the answer to one question, only to be given another. Typical.

We spent a large part of the practice going over that, and he demonstrated several techniques that would yield the quickest kill. Every movement he made was both graceful and deadly. He made it look effortless, but I knew better.

When he suddenly extended his hand and offered the stake to me, I didn’t understand at first. “You’re giving it to me?”

His eyes sparkled. “I can’t believe you’re holding back. I figured you’d have taken it and run by now.”

“Aren’t you always teaching me to hold back?” I asked.

“Not on everything.”

“But on
some
things.”

I heard the double meaning in my voice and wondered where it had come from. I’d accepted a while ago that there were too many reasons for me to even think about him romantically anymore. Every once in a while, I slipped a little and kind of wished he would too. It’d have been nice to know that he still wanted me, that I still drove him crazy. Studying him now, I realized he might not ever slip because I
didn’t
drive him crazy anymore. It was a depressing thought.

“Of course,” he said, showing no indication we’d discussed anything other than class matters. “It’s like everything else. Balance. Know which things to run forward with—and know which to leave alone.” He placed a heavy emphasis on that last statement.

Our eyes met briefly, and I felt electricity race through me. He
did
know what I was talking about. And like always, he was ignoring it and being my teacher—which is exactly what he should have been doing. With a sigh, I pushed my feelings for him out of my head and tried to remember that I was about to touch the weapon I’d been longing for since childhood. The memory of the Badica house came back to me yet again. The Strigoi were out there. I needed to focus.

Hesitantly, almost reverentially, I reached out and curled my fingers around the hilt. The metal was cool and tingled against my skin. It was etched along the hilt for better grip, but in trailing my fingers over the rest of it, I found the surface to be as smooth as glass. I lifted it from his hand and brought it to me, taking a long time to study it and get used to its weight. An anxious part of me wanted to turn around and impale all of the dummies, but instead I looked up at Dimitri and asked, “What should I do first?”

In his typical way, he covered basics first, honing the way I held and moved with the stake. Later on, he finally let me attack one of the dummies, at which point I did indeed discover it was
not
effortless. Evolution had done a smart thing in protecting the heart with the sternum and ribs. Yet through it all, Dimitri never faltered in diligence and patience, guiding me through every step and correcting the finest details.

“Slide
up
through the ribs,” he explained, watching me try to fit the stake’s point through a gap in the bones. “It’ll be easier since you’re shorter than most of your attackers. Plus, you can slide along the lower rib’s edge.”

When practice ended, he took the stake back and nodded his approval.

“Good. Very good.”

I glanced at him in surprise. He didn’t usually hand out a lot of praise.

“Really?”

“You do it like you’ve been doing it for years.”

I felt a delighted grin creep over my face as we started leaving the practice room. When we neared the door, I noticed a dummy with curly red hair. Suddenly, all the events from Stan’s class came tumbling back into my head. I scowled.