Okay, Frostbite, DPOV. I'll do the whole book if desired, it's the summer, a lot of free time. So anyway, Read and Review please and thanks!


I don't own Vampire Academy, but I wish I did.

She was late. Another minute or so, and I was gonna go look for her. I leaned against the Honda Pilot, sighing. She was always late, what did I expect? Another five minutes and I was going to look for her. About three minutes later, she was in front of me.

"I know, I know," she said to me, "Sorry I'm late."

She looked distracted, but then abruptly pulled out of her thought. Snow began to fall, just light flakes, but it fell.

"Who else is going?" She asked me.

I shrugged. "Just you and me."

"How far is it," She asked, looking excited.

"Five hours," I cursed myself silently. Five hours in a car with her, was enough to drive me to the edge. I didn't know how long I could control myself alone in a car with her.

"Oh." She sounded slightly disappointed.

She was going to take her qualifier. I just had to hope I'd trained her well enough. This wasn't something you could study for, exactly… I listened to the music on the radio.

"Don't they usually come to the academy?" Rose's voice filled the quiet car, "I mean, I'm all for the field trip, but why are we going to them?" she asked.

"Actually, you're just going to a him, not a them." I told her, "Since this is a special case and he's doing us the favor, we're the ones making the trip." I explained.

"Who is he?" she inquired nervously. I almost laughed.

"Arthur Schoenberg." I said simply.

She looked at me, shocked.

"What?" She squeaked at me.

I could imagine what was going on in her head. Arthur had quite a history. He used to be head of the Guardians Council, until he retired to protect the royal family, the Badicas. Even now, he was pretty dangerous. His exploits were part of her school curriculum.

"Wasn't…wasn't there anyone else available?" She asked in a very small voice.

I hid a smile. "You'll do fine. Besides if Art approves of you, that's a great recommendation to have on your record." I reassured her.

Rose bit her lip, deep in thought.

"You'll be fine. The good in your record outweighs the bad." I encouraged her.

She looked at me. A moment later, she breathed in heavily, and looked away.

"Thanks, Coach," She teased me, adjusting herself in the seat.

"I'm here to help," I replied.

"You know what would really help?" She asked, but wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Hmm?" I asked warily.

"If you turned off this crap music and put on something that came out after the Berlin Wall went down." She remarked.

I laughed.

"Your worst class is history, yet somehow, you know everything about Eastern Europe." I commented, still smiling.

"Hey, gotta have material for my jokes, Comrade," she said lightly.

I turned the radio's dial to a country station.

"Hey! This isn't what I had in mind!" She exclaimed.

I was on the verge of laughing again.

"Pick. It's one or the other." I told her.

She sighed. "Go back to the 1980s stuff."

I flipped the radio's dial again, and Rose crossed her arms. Suddenly, that five hour drive didn't seem as long as I'd thought.

Art and the family he protected lived in a small town along the I-90. It wasn't far from Billings.

Rose convinced me to stop at a twenty-four hour diner along the way, but other than that, I only stopped to fill up on gas. It was around noon when we finally arrived. The house was one level, gray stained wood siding, and bay windows. The windows were tinted, of course. It looked fancy and new, it was what you'd expect from a royal moroi family.

There was an inch or so of snow on the ground, and it was almost silent, except for the wind blowing. We walked to the house, following a river rock path that cut through the snow-covered front yard.

Rose's foot slid on the icy path, so I instantly reached out to steady her, and keep her from falling.

"You okay?" I released my hold on her, even though I wanted to hold her forever.

"Yeah," she said, glaring at the sidewalk, "Haven't these people ever heard of salt?" she joked.

I froze. She instantly followed my lead. I became tense and alert, and searched the area with my eyes. I studied the building for a moment more, looked at the ice covered sidewalk and glanced at the driveway. There were no marks but our footprints.

"Rose, go wait in the car," I told her, quietly.

"But wh—" she began to complain, but I cut her off.

"Go." I commanded her.

She backed up, through the snow covered lawn, probably not wanting to slip on the sidewalk again. I didn't move until she'd slipped back into the car and closed the door almost silently.

With a gentle movement, I pushed the door the rest of the way open, and stepped inside. Inside there was an ordinary living room. But there was a body. The body of a woman. Her eyes wide face pale. Her throat had been ripped out. The body of a man lay feet away, a child beside him, and across the room, yet another body. And another. Bodies and blood surrounded me. I went to check out the rest of the house, when I heard a muffled whimper from the living room.


I put my gloved hand over her mouth, and she struggled for a moment, and then stood still.

"Why, don't you ever listen? You'd be dead if they were still here." I told scolded her.

I waited a moment, and then pulled my hand from her mouth, but I stayed close. She turned to me.

"It's daytime. Bad things don't happen in the day." She whispered desperately. She sounded like a little girl.

"Bad things can happen anytime. And this didn't happen during the day. This probably happened a couple of nights ago." I informed her. I watched Rose peek at the bodies, and regret it. She looked at the body of Art.

"Arthur Schoenberg." I said.

"He's dead," she stated. "How can he be dead? How could a strigoi kill Arthur Schoenberg?" She asked incredulously.

I didn't answer. I moved my hand to where she held the stake in hers, and closed mine around it. She flinched.

"Where did you get this?" I asked her, and she loosened her grip, letting me have it.

"Outside. In the ground." She said plainly.

I held it up and studied it for a moment. "It broke the ward." I stated, only saying it out loud for Rose's benefit. She might not know these things, but she should. She deserves to know the whole truth.

"Strigoi can't touch stakes," she told me brokenly. "And no moroi or dhampir would do it." Everything she believe was being changed right now.

"A human might."

She met my eyes. "Human's don't help strigoi—" she stopped. She sounded as vulnerable as a child.

I felt sympathy for her. She looked to me.

"This changes everything, doesn't it?" She asked me. She was so vulnerable. So fragile. Everything she knew was changing.

"Yeah, it does. I told her honestly. She deserved the truth.

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