Frostbite – Vampire Academy #2

“First Badicas, now Drozdovs,” muttered one guardian. “They’re going after royals.”

“They’re going after Moroi,” said Dimitri flatly. “Royal. Non-royal. It doesn’t matter.”

Royal. Non-royal. I suddenly knew why the Drozdovs were important. My spontaneous instincts wanted me to jump up and ask a question right now, but I knew better. This was the real deal. This was no time for irrational behavior. I wanted to be as strong as my mother and Dimitri, so I waited for the discussion to end.

When the group started to break up, I leapt up off the sofa and pushed my way toward my mother.

“Rose,” she said, surprised. Like in Stan’s class, she hadn’t noticed me in the room. “What are you doing here?”

It was such a stupid question, I didn’t try to answer it. What did she think I was doing here? This was one of the biggest things to happen to the Moroi.

I pointed to her clipboard. “Who else was killed?”

Irritation wrinkled her forehead. “Drozdovs.”

“But who else?”

“Rose, we don’t have time- “

“They had staff, right? Dimitri said non-royals. Who were they?”

Again, I saw the weariness in her. She took these deaths hard. “I don’t know all the names.” Flipping through a few pages, she turned the clipboard toward me. “There.”

I scanned the list. My heart sank.

“Okay,” I told her. “Thanks.”

Lissa and I left them to go about their business. I wished I could have helped, but the guardians ran smoothly and efficiently on their own; they had no need for novices underfoot.

“What was that about?” asked Lissa, once we were heading back to the main part of the lodge.

“The Drozdovs’ staff,” I said. “Mia’s mom worked for them….”

Lissa gasped. “And?”

I sighed. “And her name was on the list.”

“Oh God.” Lissa stopped walking. She stared off into space, blinking back tears. “Oh God,” she repeated.

I moved in front of her and placed my hands on her shoulders. She was shaking.

“It’s okay,” I said. Her fear came to me in waves, but it was a numbed fear. Shock. “This is going to be okay.”

“You heard them,” she said. “There’s a band of Strigoi organizing and attacking us! How many? Are they coming here?”

“No,” I said firmly. I had no evidence of that, of course. “We’re safe here.”

“Poor Mia …”

There was nothing I could say to that. I thought Mia was an absolute bitch, but I wouldn’t wish this on anyone, not even my worst enemy- which, technically, she was. Immediately, I corrected that thought. Mia wasn’t my worst enemy.

I couldn’t bear to leave Lissa’s side for the rest of the day. I knew there were no Strigoi lurking in the lodge, but my protective instincts ran too strong. Guardians protected their Moroi. Like usual, I also worried about her being anxious and upset, so I did my best to diffuse those feelings.

The other guardians provided reassurance for Moroi too. They didn’t walk side by side with the Moroi, but they reinforced lodge security and stayed in constant communication with guardians at the scene of the attack. Information flowed in all day about the grisly specifics, as well as speculation about where the band of Strigoi was. Little of this was shared with novices, of course.

While the guardians did what they did best, the Moroi also did what they- unfortunately- did best: talk.

With so many royals and other important Moroi at the lodge, a meeting was organized that night to discuss what had happened and what might be done in the future. Nothing official would be decided here; the Moroi had a queen and a governing council elsewhere for those types of decisions. Everyone knew, though, that opinions gathered here would make their way up the chain of command. Our future safety could very well depend on what was discussed in this meeting.

It was held in an enormous banquet hall inside the lodge, one with a podium and plenty of seating. Despite the businesslike atmosphere, you could tell this room had been designed for things other than meetings about massacres and defense. The carpet had the texture of velvet and showed an ornate floral design in shades of silver and black. The chairs were made of black polished wood and had high backs, clearly intended for fancy dining. Paintings of long-dead Moroi royalty hung on the walls. I stared briefly at one of a queen whose name I didn’t know. She wore an old-fashioned dress- too heavy on lace for my tastes- and had pale hair like Lissa’s.

Some guy I didn’t know was in charge of moderating and stood at the podium. Most of the royals on hand gathered at the front of the room. Everyone else, including students, took seats wherever they could. Christian and Mason had found Lissa and me by that point, and we all started to sit in the back when Lissa suddenly shook her head.

“I’m going to sit in the front.”

The three of us stared at her. I was too dumbfounded to probe her mind.

“Look.” She pointed. “The royals are sitting up there, sitting by family.”

It was true. Members of the same clans had clustered near each other: Badicas, Ivashkovs, Zekloses, etc. Tasha sat there as well, but she was by herself. Christian was the only other Ozera there.

“I need to be up there,” said Lissa.

“No one expects you to be there,” I told her.

“I have to represent the Dragomirs.”

Christian scoffed. “It’s all a bunch of royal bullshit.”

Her face set into a determined expression. “I need to be up there.”

I opened myself up to Lissa’s feelings and liked what I found. She’d spent most of the day quiet and afraid, much as she had when we’d found out about Mia’s mom. That fear was within her still, but it was overpowered by a steady confidence and determination. She recognized that she was one of the ruling Moroi, and as much as the idea of roving bands of Strigoi scared her, she wanted to do her part.

“You should do it,” I said softly. I also liked the idea of her defying Christian.

Lissa met my eyes and smiled. She knew what I had sensed. A moment later, she turned to Christian. “You should join your aunt.”

Christian opened his mouth to protest. If not for the horribleness of the situation, seeing Lissa order him around would have been funny. He was always stubborn and difficult; those who tried to push him didn’t succeed. Watching his face, I saw the same realization I’d had about Lissa come over him. He liked seeing her strong too. He pressed his lips together in a grimace.

“Okay.” He caught her hand, and the two of them walked off toward the front.

Mason and I sat down. Just before things started, Dimitri sat down on the other side of me, hair tied behind his neck and the leather coat draping around him as he settled in the chair. I glanced at him in surprise but said nothing. There were few guardians at this gathering; most were too busy doing damage control. It would figure. There I was, stuck between both of my men.

The meeting kicked off shortly thereafter. Everyone was eager to talk about how they thought the Moroi should be saved, but really, two theories got the most attention.

“The answer’s all around us,” said one royal, once he’d been given leave to speak. He stood by his chair and looked around the room. “Here. In places like this lodge. And St. Vladimir’s. We send our children to safe places, places where they have safety in numbers and can be easily guarded. And look how many of us made it here, children and adults alike. Why don’t we live this way all the time?”

“Plenty of us already do,” someone shouted back.

The man waved that off. “A couple of families here and there. Or a town with a large Moroi population. But those Moroi are still decentralized. Most don’t pool their resources- their guardians, their magic. If we could emulate this model…” He spread his hands out. “… we’d never have to worry about Strigoi again.”

“And Moroi could never interact with the rest of the world again,” I muttered. “Well, until humans discovered secret vampire cities sprouting up in the wilderness. Then we’d have lots of interactions.”

The other theory about how to protect the Moroi involved fewer logistical problems but had greater personal impact-  particularly for me.

“The problem is simply that we don’t have enough guardians.” This plan’s advocate was some woman from the Szelsky clan. “And so, the answer is simple: get more. The Drozdovs had five guardians, and that wasn’t enough. Only six to protect over a dozen Moroi! That’s unacceptable. It’s no wonder these kinds of things keep happening.”

“Where do you propose getting more guardians from?” asked the man who’d been in favor of Moroi banding together. “They’re kind of a limited resource.”

She pointed to where I and a few other novices sat. “We’ve got plenty already. I’ve watched them train. They’re deadly. Why are we waiting until they turn eighteen? If we accelerated the training program and focused more on combat training than bookwork, we could turn out new guardians when they’re sixteen.”

Dimitri made a sound low in his throat that didn’t seem happy. Leaning forward, he placed his elbows on his knees and rested his chin in his hands, eyes narrowed in thought.

“Not only that, we have plenty of potential guardians going to waste. Where are all the dhampir women? Our races are intertwined. The Moroi are doing their part to help the dhampirs survive. Why aren’t these women doing theirs? Why aren’t they here?”

A long, sultry laugh came as an answer. All eyes turned toward Tasha Ozera. Whereas many of the other royals had dressed up, she was easy and casual. She wore her usual jeans, a white tank top that showed a bit of midriff, and a blue, lacy knit cardigan that came to her knees.

Glancing at the moderator, she asked, “May I?”

He nodded. The Szelsky woman sat down; Tasha stood up. Unlike the other speakers, she strode right up to the podium, so she could be clearly seen by everyone. Her glossy black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, completely exposing her scars in a way I suspected was intentional. Her face was bold and defiant. Beautiful.

“Those women aren’t here, Monica, because they’re too busy raising their children- you know, the ones you want to start sending out to the fronts as soon as they can walk. And please don’t insult us all by acting like the Moroi do a huge favor to the dhampirs by helping them reproduce. Maybe it’s different in your family, but for the rest of us, sex is fun. The Moroi doing it with dhampirs aren’t really making that big of a sacrifice.”

Dimitri had straightened up now, his expression no longer angry. Probably he was excited that his new girlfriend had mentioned sex. Irritation shot through me, and I hoped that if I had a homicidal look on my face, people would assume it was for Strigoi and not the woman currently addressing us.

Beyond Dimitri, I suddenly noticed Mia sitting by herself, farther down the row. I hadn’t realized she was here. She was slumped in her seat. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face paler than usual. A funny ache burned in my chest, one I’d never expected her to bring about.

“And the reason we’re waiting for these guardians to turn eighteen is so that we can allow them to enjoy some pretense of a life before forcing them to spend the rest of their days in constant danger. They need those extra years to develop mentally as well as physically. Pull them out before they’re ready, treat them like they’re parts on an assembly line- and you’re just creating Strigoi fodder.”