The Vampire Academy » Places

         

Issabella sighed rather audibly as she looked out the window towards the campus. It was the beginning of a new year, and that meant new irritating students. While she didn't have anything against students that were new in general, there were always those certain students that always got under her skin for one reason or another due to the way they reacted to the school or the others at school. She sat back down at the her desk and proceeded to finish off a book she had been reading. Izzy had a habit of waking up early, and thus, she was already set to walk out the door. Her hair was braided to the side, which she did every once in a while, although usually it was down and unkept looking. Unlike most of the girls who wore skirts, she sported the black pants and top, along with the jacket. She thought the skirts were hideous and wanted nothing to do with them. Why they had to wear this attire in the first place was stupid, she remembered in her early years being sent back to her dorm everyday to change out of her own clothes as she'd refused to wear theirs.

Issabella closed her book and frowned. It was a bit of a let down, but at least it had given her something to do. She tapped her fingers a few times, eventually losing herself in thought. Rumors were going around that the stirgoi were getting closer and closer to the school, and she was pretty sure they were not just rumors. She was almost sure, if not excited, about them appearing at the school. She'd always believed the moroi should fight along the dhampirs, and that they were greatly limiting themselves by not allowing them to do so. In turn, they were making many of the moroi weak, and spoiling them with these stupid things they called guardians. As she was a royal, she had one of the first picks of guardians, and she had chosen Teague. He wasn't the nicest person, and a lot of people didn't like him, but she didn't want nice. She wanted a guardian that wouldn't bullshit her or treat her like a child, a guardian that she could learn from. Teague was known around campus for how good of a fighter he was and how fast her could supposedly kill a stirgoi. Even when questioned about her decision, she always stood by it.

She was actually fond of Teague, and thought a lot of people just misunderstood him, he was extremely rough around the edges, but he was not a terrible person. She wasn't sure if he was aware of it, likely he was, but she had been sneaking off more and more frequently to practice with her magic and to both excessive and try and mimic anything and everything she had seen from the dhampirs. Her sleep schedule was now non existent, and she had been pulling many all nighters and had been awake a lot of times when she shouldn't. Only a couple days ago did her skin get over the terrible burn she got from the sun, forcing herself to train in it. Aurora was a dhampir on campus she was also fond of, and often spent her time with. Aurora was someone who supported moroi fighting, and unknown to the school, she would often help the moroi with combat techniques or any questions they had. Aurora was the one she had learned parkour from, though mostly because she just though it looked incredibly fun.

Izzy told herself that if the stirgoi ever appeared on campus, she was going to fight. She would stand along side Teague, and fight with him. She would not hide like the other moroi with her tail between her legs behind her guardian. And anyone who did so, probably deserved to die. She thought of her cousin for a brief moment. The school had her on such a high pedestal, it was a miracle that she stayed still as she was. She loved her cousin of course, she was a good person, but she always feared for her safety and well being as she always seemed very sheltered. She always thought the worse when she imagined situations with the stirgoi and her cousin. But she needed the pedestal pulled out from under her, and to be thrown into reality sometime soon. Izzy stood up and grabbed her things, heading towards the door.

TBE...CHECK BACK SOON