Shadow Kiss Chapter 3

ThreeWHY SO GLUM, LITTLE DHAMPIR? I was heading across the quad, toward the commons, when I detected the meander of clove cigarettes. I sighed. Adrian, you are the last some bingle I want to hang right now. Adrian Ivashkov hurried up beside me, blowing a cloud of smoke into the crease that of course drifted right toward me. I waved it off and make a great show of exaggerated coughing. Adrian was a royal Moroi wed acquired on our recent ski trip. He was a few years older than me and had come back to St. Vladimirs to work on learning olfactory sensition with Lissa. So far, he was the only other spirit user we knew of. He was arrogant and spoiled and spent a lot of his time indulging in cigarettes, alcohol, and women. He also had a crush on me or at least wanted to cross me into bed.Apparently, he said. Ive hardly seen you at all since we got back. If I didnt know better, Id say you were avoiding me.I am avoiding you.He exhaled loudly and raked a hand through the sable brown hair he always kept stylishly messy. Look, Rose. You dont have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. Youve already got me.Adrian knew perfectly well I wasnt p determineing hard-to-get, that he always took a particular delight in teasing me. Im really not in the modality for your so-called charm today.What happened, then? Youre stomping through e really puddle you can find and timbre like youre going to punch the first person you see.why are you hanging around, then? Arent you worried ab emerge getting hit?Aw, youd never hurt me. My shell is too pretty.Not pretty replete to make up for the gross, carcinogenic smoke blowing in my face. How can you do that? Smokings not allowed on campus. Abby Badica got two weeks detention when she got caught.Im above the rules, Rose. Im neither student nor staff, unless a free spirit wandering your fair school as I will.Maybe you should go do some wandering now.You want to get rid of me, you signalise me whats going on.There was no avoiding it. Besides, hed know soon enough. Everyone would know. I got assigned to Christian for my field experience.There was a pause, and then Adrian ruin out laughing. Wow. Now I understand. In light of that, you actually seem remarkably calm.I was supposed to have Lissa, I growled. I cant believe they did this to me.Why did they do it? Is there some chance you might not be with her when you graduate?No. They just all seem to think this is going to supporter me train better now. Dimitri and I will still be her real guardians later.Adrian gave me a sidelong glance. Oh, Im sure thatll be quite the hardship for you.It had to be one of the weirdest things in the universe that Lissa had never come close to suspecting my feelings for Dimitri but that Adrian had figured it out.Like I said, your commentary isnt appreciated today.He apparently didnt agree. I had a suspicious feeling hed been drinking already, and it was barely nonetheless luncheontime. Whats the problem? Christianll be with Lissa a ll the time anyway.Adrian had a point in time. Not that Id have admitted it. Then, in that short-attention-span way of his, he switched subjects just as we neared the building.Have I mentioned your aura to you? he asked suddenly. There was a strange note to his voice. Hesitant. Curious. It was very uncharacteristic. Everything he unremarkably said was mocking.I dont know. Yeah, once. You said it was dark or something. Why? Auras were fields of light that surrounded every person. Their colors and brightness were allegedly linked to a persons personality and energy. merely spirit users could see them. Adrian had been doing it for as long as he could remember, but Lissa was still learning.Hard to explain. Maybe its nothing. He came to a hang-up near the gate and inhaled deeply on his cigarette. He went out of his way to blow a cloud of smoke outside from me, but the wind carried it back. Auras are strange. They ebb and light and change colors and brightness. Some are vivid, some are pale. Every once in a while, someones will settle and burn with such a pure color that you can He tipped his head back, staring into the sky. I recognized the signs of that weird unhinged state he sometimes set down into. You can instantly grasp what it means. Its like seeing into their soul.I smiled. But you havent figured mine out, huh? Or what any of these colors mean?He shrugged. Im figuring it out. You talk to enough quite a little, get a feel for what theyre like and then start to see the same human bodys of people with the same kinds of colors. After a while, the colors start to mean something.Whats mine look like right now?He glanced over at me. Eh, I cant quite get a fix on it today.I knew it. Youve been drinking. Substances, like alcohol or certain medications, numbed spirits effects.Just enough to chase the chill away. I can guess what your auras like, though. Its usually like the others, sort of those swirling colors its just kind of edged in darkness. Like youve always got a shadow following you.Something in his voice made me shiver. Although Id heard him and Lissa talk about auras a lot, Id never really panorama of them as anything I needed to worry about. They were more like some kind of stage trick a cool thing with picayune substance.Thats so cheerful, I said. You ever think about motivational speaking?His scattered look faded, and his normal mirth returned. Dont worry, little dhampir. You might be surrounded by clouds, but youll always be like sunshine to me. I rolled my warmheartednesss. He dropped his cigarette onto the sidewalk and put it out with his foot. Gotta go. See you later. He swept me a gallant bow and started walking away toward guest housing.You just litter I yelled.Above the rules, Rose, he called back. Above the rules.Shaking my head, I picked up the now-cold cigarette butt and took it to a garbage can that was outside the building. When I entered, the passion inside was a welcome change as I shook off the slush on my boots. Down in the cafeteria, I found lunch wrapping up for the afternoon. Here, dhampirs sat side by side with Moroi, providing a study in contrasts. Dhampirs, with our half-human blood, were bigger though not taller and more solidly built. The daughter novices were curvier than the ultra-slim Moroi girls, the boy novices far more muscular than their vampire counterparts. The Moroi complexions were pale and delicate, like porcelain, while ours were tanned from being outside in the sun so much.Lissa sat at a table by herself, looking serene and angelic in a white sweater. Her pale blond hair cascaded over her shoulders. She glanced up at my approach, and welcoming feelings flowed to me through our bond. She grinned. Oh, look at your face. Its true, isnt it? You really are assigned to Christian. I glared. Would it kill you to be a little less abject? She gave me a censuring yet amused look as she licked the last of her strawberry yogurt off her spoon. I mean, hes my boyfri end, after all. I hang out with him all the time. Its not that corked.You have the patience of a saint, I grumbled, slouching into a chair. And besides, you dont hang out with him 24/7.Neither will you. Its only 24/6. alike difference. It might as well be 24/10.She frowned. That doesnt make any sense. I waved off my idiotic remark and stared blankly around the lunchroom. The room was abuzz with news of the impending field exercise, which would kick off as soon as lunch ended. Camilles best friend had gotten assigned to Ryans best friend, and the four of them clump gleefully together, looking as though they were about to embark on a six-week double date. At least someone would enjoy all this. I sighed. Christian, my soon-to-be charge, was off with the feeders humans who willingly donated blood to Moroi.Through our bond, I sensed Lissa wanting to tell me something. She was holding off because she was worried about my bad mood and wanted to make sure I got enough support. I smiled. Stop worrying about me. Whats up?She smiled back, her pink-glossed lips hiding her fangs. I got permission.Permission for ? The answer flitted from her see faster than she could have voiced it. What? I exclaimed. Youre going to stop your meds?Spirit was an amazing power, one whose cool abilities we were just starting to figure out. It had a very nasty side effect, however It could lead to depression and insanity. Part of the reason Adrian indulged in drinking so much (aside from his party nature) was to numb himself against these side effects. Lissa had a much healthier way of doing it. She took antidepressants, which completely cut her off from the magic altogether. She hated not being able to work with spirit anymore, but that was an agreeable trade-off for not going crazy. Well, I thought it was. She apparently disagreed if she was considering this insane experiment. I knew shed been wanting to try the magic again, but I hadnt really thought shed go through with it or that an yone would let her.I have to check in with Ms. Carmack every day and regularly talk to a counselor. Lissa made a face at this last part, but her overall feelings were still quite upbeat. I cant wait to see what I can do with Adrian.Adrians a bad influence.He didnt make me do this, Rose. I chose it. When I didnt answer, she lightly touched my arm. Hey, listen. Dont worry. Ive been so much better, and lots of people are going to have my back.Everyone except me, I told her wistfully. Across the room, Christian entered through a set of double doors and approached us. The clock read five minutes until the end of lunch. Oh man. The zero hour is nigh here.Christian pulled up a chair at our table and flipped it backwards, letting his chin rest on its slatted back. He brushed his black hair away from his blue eyes and gave us a smug smile. I felt Lissas heart lighten at his presence.I cant wait until this show gets on the road, he said. You and me are going to have so much fun, Rose. Pickin g out curtains, doing each others hair, telling ghost stories The reference to ghost stories hit a little closer to home than I was comfortable with. Not that choosing curtains or brushing Christians hair was much more appealing.I shook my head in vexation and stood up. Ill leave you two alone for your last few private moments. They laughed.I walked over to the lunch line, hoping to find some leftover doughnuts from breakfast. So far, I could see croissants, quiche, and poached pears. It must have been highbrow day at the cafeteria. Was deep-fried dough really too much to ask for? Eddie stood in front of me. His face turned apologetic as soon as he saw me.Rose, Im really sorry I put up a hand to stop him. Dont worry. Its not your fault. Just promise me youll do a good job protecting her.It was a silly sentiment since she was in no real danger, but I could never really stop worrying about her particularly in light of this new development with her medication.Eddie stayed serious, a pparently not thinking my petition was silly at all. He was one of the few who knew about Lissas abilities and their downsides, which was probably why hed been selected to guard her. I wont let anything happen to her. I mean it.I couldnt help a smile, in spite of my glum mood. His experiences with the Strigoi made him take all of this more seriously than almost any other novice. Aside from me, he was probably the best choice to guard her.Rose, is it true you punched Guardian Petrov?I turned and looked into the faces of two Moroi, Jesse Zeklos and Ralf Sarcozy. Theyd just stepped in line behind Eddie and me and looked more self-complacent and annoying than usual. Jesse was all bronzed good looks and quick thinking. Ralf was his slightly less attractive and slightly less intelligent sidekick. They were quite possibly the two people I hated most at this school, mainly due to some nasty rumors theyd spread about me doing some very explicit things with them. It was Masons strong-armin g that had forced them to tell the truth to the school, and I dont think theyd ever forgiven me for that.Punch Alberta? Hardly. I started to turn around, but Ralf kept talking.We heard you threw a big hissy fit in the middle school when you found out who you were with.Hissy fit? What are you, sixty? All I did was I paused and carefully chose my words. register my opinion.Well, said Jesse. I suppose if anyones going to keep an eye on that Strigoi wannabe, it might as well be you. Youre the biggest badass around here.The grudging tone in his voice made it sound like he was complimenting me. I didnt see it that way at all. Before he could utter another word, I was standing right in front of him, with barely any plaza between us. In what I considered a true sign of discipline, I didnt put my hand around his throat. His eyes widened in surprise.Christian has nothing to do with any Strigoi, I said in a low voice.His parents Are his parents. And hes Christian. Dont confuse them. Jess e had been on the wrong side of my anger before. He was clearly computer storage that, and his fear warred with his desire to trash-talk Christian in front of me. Surprisingly, the latter won out.Earlier you acted like being with him was the end of the world, and now youre defending him? You know how he is he breaks rules all the time. Are you saying you seriously dont believe theres any chance at all he might turn Strigoi like his parents?None, I said. Absolutely none. Christians more willing to take a stand against Strigoi than probably any other Moroi here. Jesses eyes flicked curiously toward Ralf before returning to me. He even helped me fight against those ones in Spokane. There is no chance of him ever, ever turning Strigoi. I racked my brain, trying to recall who had been assigned to Jesse for the field experience. And if I hear you cattle ranch that crap around, Dean isnt going to be able to save you from me.Or me, added Eddie, who had come to stand right beside me.Jesse swallowed and took a step back. Youre such a liar. You cant lay a hand on me. If you get suspended now, youll never graduate.He was right, of course, but I smiled anyway. Might be worth it. Well have to see, huh?It was at that point that Jesse and Ralf decided they didnt want anything from the lunch line after all. They stalked off, and I heard something that sounded suspiciously like crazy bitch.Jerks, I muttered. Then I brightened. Oh, hey. Doughnuts.I got a chocolate-glazed, and then Eddie and I hurried off to find our Moroi and get to class. He grinned at me. If I didnt know any better, Id say you just defended Christians honor. Isnt he a pain in the ass?Yes, I said, licking icing off my fingers. He is. But for the next six weeks, hes my pain in the ass.