Blood Promise Chapter Seven

It was the manages of Christmas morning.I wasnt usu entirelyy big on God or fate, however immediately I was seriously reconsidering. aft(prenominal) Id passed protrude, Sydney had app arntly do both(prenominal) frantic c whollys, and several(prenominal) champion she knew in Baia had impelled to us-risking the fatalness-to rescue us and take us fundament where I could be treated. That was no doubt wherefore Id had vague sensitions of macrocosmness in a car during my delirium it hadnt whole been part of the dream.And past, any(prenominal)how, out of each(prenominal)(a) the dhampirs in Baia, I had been taken to Dimitris render. That was enough to make me seriously consider that in that respect might truly be forces greater than me at work in the universe. No one told me simply how it happened, entirely I soon intimate Olena Belikova had a reputation among her peers for healing-and non even each sort of magic healing. Shed had medical training and was the pers on other dhampirs-and even some Moroi-went to in this region when they wanted to avoid human care. Still. The coincidence was eerie, and I couldnt at cristald hardly hazard there was something exit on that I didnt under post.For now, I didnt anguish besides much round the hows and whys of my current situation. I was too busy staring wide-eyed at my surroundings and its inhabitants. Olena didnt live alone. alto adopther of Dimitris sisters-three of them-lived in the category too, along with their kids. The family resemblance was startling. None of them lifeed exactly want Dimitri, tho in every award, I could see him. The eyeb on the whole. The smile. Even the mavin of humor. Seeing them fed the Dimitri withdrawal Id had since hed disappeared-and made it worse at the identical time. Whenever I considered at either of them out of my peripheral vision, Id think I was seeing Dimitri. It was interchange satisfactory a house of mirrors, with distorted reflections of him everywhere.Even the house gave me a thrill. There were no obvious signs that Dimitri had ever lived there, that I kept mentation, this is where he grew up. He walked these floors, touched these walls As I walked from room to room, Id touch the walls too, trying to draw his energy from them. Id envision him lounging on the couch, firm on break from educate. I oddityed if hed slid down the banisters when he was lowly. The images were so authorized that I had to keep reminding myself that he hadnt been here in ages.Youve made an f nearening recovery, Olena noted the next morning afterwards Id been brought to her. She watched with approval as I inhaled a plate of blini. They were ultra-thin pancakes stacked and layered with notwithstandingter and jam. My body invariably required a rotary of food to keep its strength up, and I figured as long as I wasnt chewing with my sass open or anything, I had no reason to feel no-account about eating so much. I image you were dead w hen Abe and Sydney brought you in.Who? I asked between bites of food.Sydney sat at the prorogue with the rest of the family, hardly spot her food as usual. She seemed clearly un well at being in a dhampir family, entirely when Id first move up downstairs this morning, Id definitely seen some relief in her eye.Abe Mazur, give tongue to Sydney. Unless I was mistaken, some of the other plenty at the t adequate exchanged knowing glances. Hes a Moroi. I I didnt know how awfully you were injured last night, so I called him. He drove down with his guardians. He was the one who brought you here.Guardians. Plural. Is he royal? Mazur wasnt a royal name, but that wasnt al paths a certain sign of someones lineage. And magical spell I was beginning to trust Sydneys social networking and connections to powerful people, I couldnt theorise why a royal would go out of his focal point for me. peradventure he owed the Alchemists a favor.No, she said bluntly. I frowned. A non-royal Moroi w ith more than one guardian? Very odd. It was clear she wasnt acquittance to say anything else on the matter-at least(prenominal) not for now.I swallowed another mouthful of blini and morose my attention spur to Olena. Thanks for taking me in.Dimitris senior(a) sister, Karolina, sat at the table too, along with her baby girl and son Paul. Paul was about ten and seemed fascinated by me.Dimitris teenage sister, Viktoria, was also there. She appeared to be a little younger than me. The third Belikov sister was named Sonya and had left for work before I woke up. Id arrest to wait to meet her.Did you in truth kill two Strigoi all by yourself? Paul asked me.Paul, chastised Karolina. Thats not a nice question to ask. except its an fire one, said Viktoria with a grin. Her brown vibrissa was streaked with gold, but her dark eyes sparkled so much handle Dimitris when he was frenetic that it tugged at my internality. Again, I had that taunting sensation of Dimitri being here but not here.She did, said Sydney. I saw the bodies. Like always.She wore that comically anguish expression of hers, and I laughed. At least I left them where you could give away them this time. My humor suddenly dimmed. Did anyone any other humans notice or hear?I got rid of the bodies before anyone saw, she said. If people heard anything Well, backwoods places standardised that are always filled with superstitions and ghost stories. They dont impart factual evidence of vampires, per se, but theres always sort of this belief that the supernatural and weighty are out there. Little do they know.She said ghost stories without any change of expression. I wondered if shed seen any of the hard drink last night but finally decided she probably hadnt. Shed come outside near the drag end of the fight, and if past evidence was any indication, nobody else could see the spirits I saw-except Strigoi, as it turned out.You essential generate had some correct training then, said Karolina, shi fting so the baby leaned against her shoulder. You look desire you should equable be in tutor.Just got out, I said, earning another scrutinizing look from Sydney.Youre American, said Olena matter-of-factly. What in the universe could bring you out here?I Im face for someone, I said after a few mo ments hesitation.I was afraid they were red ink to press for details or that she too would have broth whore suspicions, but unspoiled then, the kitchen door opened and Dimitris grandmother, Yeva, walked in. She had poked her handout play in preliminary and scared the hell out of me. Dimitri had told me that she was a enthrall of sorts, and I could believe it. She looked exchangeable she was a gazillion years old and was so thin, it was a wonder the wind didnt blow her away. She barely stood five feet tall, and her sensory hair covered her head in patchy gray wisps. But it was her eyes that truly frightened me. The rest of her might be frail, but those dark eyes were sharp and alert and seemed to bore into my soul. Even without Dimitris explanation, I would have taken her for a witch. She was also the only one in the household who didnt speak English.She sat down at one of the empty chairs, and Olena hastily jumped up to get some more blini. Yeva muttered something in Russian that made the others look uncomfortable. Sydneys lips twitched into a weeny smile. Yevas eyes were on me as she spoke, and I glanced most for translation.What? I asked.Grandmother says youre not telling us the all truth about why youre here. She says the longer you delay, the worse it will be, Viktoria explained. She then gave Sydney an apologetic look. And she wants to know when the Alchemist is leaving.As soon as possible, said Sydney dryly.Well, why Im here its attractive of a long story. Could I be any vaguer?Yeva said something else, and Olena retorted with what sounded like a chastisement. To me, she spoke gently Ignore her, Rose. Shes in one of her moods. Why youre here i s your own business-although Im accredited Abe would like to maunder to you at some point. She frowned s lightsomely, and I was reminded of the earlier looks at the table. You should make sure you thank him. He seemed very concerned about you.Id kind of like to see him too, I mumbled, becalm curious about this well-protected, non-royal Moroi who had given me a ride and seemed to make everyone uneasy. Eager to avoid more whistle of why I was here, I hastily changed the subject. Id also love to look around Baia. Ive never been in a place like this before-where so umteen dhampirs live, I mean.Viktoria brightened. I can definitely give you a tour-if youre sure youre feeling okay. Or if you dont have to leave right away.She believed I was passing through, which was however as well. Honestly, I wasnt sure what I was doing anymore, now that it seemed liable(predicate) Dimitri wasnt in the area. I glanced at Sydney questioningly.She shrugged. Do whatever you want. Im not going anywhe re. I found that a little disconcerting too. Shed brought me here as her superiors had told her to do-but now what? Well, that was a concern for later.As soon as I finished my food, Viktoria practically dragged me out the door, as if I was the most fire thing that had happened around here in a while. Yeva hadnt taken her eyes send off me for the rest of the meal, and even though shed never said anything else, her distrustful look clearly told me she didnt believe a word Id said. I invited Sydney along on the outing, but she declined, choosing instead to lock herself away in a bedroom to read about Greek temples or make world-controlling reverberate calls or do whatever it was she did.Viktoria said down township wasnt far from where they lived and was easy to walk to. The twenty-four hours was clear and cool, with enough sun to make being outside pretty pleasant.We dont get a dowry of visitors, she explained. Except for Moroi men, but most dont stay long.She added no more, but I wondered about her implications. Were these Moroi men off to find some action with dhampir women? Id grown up thinking of these women, dhampirs who chose not to depart guardians, as disgraceful and dirty. The ones in the Nightingale had certainly met the blood whore stereotype, but Dimitri had assured me that not all dhampir women were like that. After meeting the Belikovs, I believed him.As we approached the center of town, I soon discovered another myth shattered. People always talked about blood whores invigoration in lives or communes, but that wasnt the case here. Baia wasnt huge, not like Saint Petersburg or even Omsk, but it was a real town with a large human population. Hardly a rural camp or farm settlement. The whole setting was astonishingly normal, and when we reached downtown, lined with small shops and restaurants, it too seemed like any other place in the world people might live. Modern and ordinary, meet with a slight closure feel.Where are all the dhampirs? I wondered aloud. Sydney had said there was a inscrutable dhampir subculture, but I saw no signs of it.Viktoria smiled. Oh, theyre here. We have a lot of businesses and other places that humans dont know about. While I could understand dhampirs going unnoticed in big cities, it seemed remarkable to pull that off here. And scads of us just live and work with humans. She nodded over toward what looked like a drugstore. Thats where Sonya works now.Now?Now that shes pregnant. Viktoria rolled her eyes. Id take you to meet her, but shes grumpy all the time lately. I hope the babys early.She left it at that, and I again wondered about the dynamics of dhampirs and Moroi here. We didnt mention it again, and our conversation stayed light and even teasing. Viktoria was easy to like, and in only an hour, wed clicked as though wed cognise each other forever. Maybe my connection to Dimitri bound me to his family, too.My musical themes were cut off when someone called Viktorias name. We turned to see a very cute dhampir hombre crossing the street. He had bronze hair and dark eyes, his age move somewhere between mine and Viktorias.He said something chatty and conversational to her. She grinned at him and then gestured to me, giving my introduction in Russian. This is Nikolai, she told me in English. victorian to meet you, he said, also switching languages. He gave me a industrious assessment in the way guys often do, but when he turned back to Viktoria, it was clear who the object of his affections was. You should bring Rose to Marinas party. Its Sunday night. He hesitated, turning a bit shy. Youre going, arent you?Viktoria turned thoughtful, and I realise she was in all oblivious to his crush. Ill be there, but She turned to me. Will you still be around?I dont know, I said honestly. But Ill go if Im still here. What kind of party is it?Marinas a friend from school, explained Viktoria. Were just going to get together and celebrate before we go back.To school? I asked stupidly. Somehow, it had never occurred to me that the dhampirs out here would be in school.Were on break right now, said Nikolai. For Easter.Oh. It was late April, but I had no clue what day Easter fell on this year. Id lost track of the days. It hadnt happened yet, so their school must have their break the week before Easter. St. Vladimirs took its vacation afterward. Where is your school?Its about three hours away. Even more remote than here. Viktoria made a cause.Baias not so bad, teased Nikolai.Easy for you to say. Youll eventually leave and go see new and exciting places.Cant you? I asked her.She frowned, suddenly uncomfortable. Well, I could but thats not how we do it here-at least not in my family. Grandmother has some strong opinions about men and women. Nikolai will be a guardian, but Ill stay here with my family.Nikolai suddenly gave me a new appraisal. Are you a guardian?Ah, well. Now I was the uncomfortable one.Viktoria spoke before I could come up with anything to s ay. She killed two Strigoi outside of town. By herself.He looked impressed. You are a guardian.Well, no Ive killed before, but Im not actually sworn. Turning around, I lifted up my hair to show them my neck. In addition to all my regular molnija mark, I also had the little star-shaped tattoo that meant Id been in a battle. They both gasped, and Nikolai said something in Russian. I let my hair drop and looked back. What?Youre Viktoria bit her lip, eyes contemplative as she groped for what she wanted to say. unengaged? I dont know the English word.Unpromised? I said. I stake but technically, arent all the women here?Even if we arent guardians, we still get marks showing we completed our training. No promise mark, though. For you to have killed so numerous Strigoi and have no loyalties to a school or the guardians Viktoria shrugged. We call it being unpromised-its a strange thing.Its strange where I come from too, I admitted. unheard of, really. So much so, that we didnt have a ter m for it. It just wasnt done.I should let you two go, said Nikolai, his lovesick eyes back on Viktoria. But Ill see you at Marinas for sure? Maybe sooner?Yes, she agreed. They said their farewells in Russian, and then he loped off across the street with the kind of easy, athletic grace guardians often acquired with training. It reminded me a bit of Dimitris.I must have scared him off, I said.No, he thinks youre exciting.Not as exciting as he thinks you are.Her eyebrows rose. What?He likes you I mean, really likes. Cant you tell?Oh. Were just friends.I could tell from her attitude that she meant it. She was completely indifferent to him, which was too bad. He was cute and nice. Letting poor Nikolai go, I brought up the guardians again. I was intrigued by the different attitudes around here. You said you cant but do you want to be a guardian?She hesitated. Ive never really considered it. I get all the same training at school, and I like being able to defend myself. But Id rather use i t in defense of my family than Moroi. I guess it sounds She paused again to think of the right word. Sexist? But, the men become guardians, and women stay at home. Only my familiar left.I nearly tripped. Your brother? I asked, keeping my voice as steady as possible.Dimitri, she said. Hes older than me and has been a guardian for a while. Hes over in the United States, actually. We havent seen him in a long time.Huh.I felt horrible and guilty. Guilty because I was keeping the truth from Viktoria and the others. Horrible because apparently no one from back home had bothered to pass the news on to his family yet. Smiling at her own memories, she didnt notice my change in mood.Paul actually looks exactly like he did at that age. I should show you pictures of him-and some novel ones, too. Dimitris pretty cute. For my brother, I mean.I was sure seeing pictures of Dimitri as a little boy would rip my heart out. As it was, the more Viktoria began to talk about him, the sicker I felt.She had no clue about what had happened, and even though it had been a couple of years since shed seen him, it was clear she and the rest of the family loved him like creep. Not that that should be a surprise. (And really, who couldnt love Dimitri?) Being around them just one morning had shown me how close they all were. I knew from Dimitris stories that he was crazy about all of them, too.Rose? Are you okay? Viktoria was peering at me with concern, probably because I hadnt said anything in the last ten minutes.We had circled around and were around back at her house. Looking at her, at her open, friendly face and eyes that were so much like Dimitris, I realized I had another task ahead of me before I could go after Dimitri, wherever he was. I swallowed.I yeah. I think I think I need to sit down with you and the rest of your family.Okay, she said, the worry still in her voice.Inside the house, Olena was bustling around the kitchen with Karolina. I thought they were making plans for ton ights dinner, which was startling considering wed just finished a huge breakfast. I could definitely get used to the way they ate around here. In the living room, Paul was building an elaborate racetrack out of Legos. Yeva sat in a rocking chair and appeared to be the worlds most stereotypical grandmother as she knit a pair of socks. Except most grandmothers didnt look like they could incinerate you with a single glance.Olena was lecture to Karolina in Russian but switched to English when she saw me. You two are back earlier than I expected.We saw the town, said Viktoria. And Rose wanted to talk to you. To all of us.Olena gave me a look as puzzled and concerned as Viktorias. Whats going on?The weight of all those Belikov eyes on me made my heart start thumping in my chest. How was I going to do this? How could I explain something I hadnt spoken about in weeks? I couldnt stand to put them-or myself-through it. When Yeva scuttled in, it made things that much worse.Maybe shed had some mystical nose out that something big was about to go down.We should sit, I said.Paul stayed in the living room, for which I was grateful. I was pretty sure I couldnt handle dictum what I had to with a little kid-one who looked like Dimitri, apparently-watching me.Rose, whats wrong? asked Olena. She looked so angelic and, well motherly, that I nearly cried. Whenever Id been angry with my own mother for not being around or doing a good job, Id always compared her to some idealized image of a mom-a mom who seemed a lot like Dimitris, I realized. Dimitris sisters looked equally worried, like I was someone theyd known forever. That credence and concern made my eyes burn even more, seeing as theyd just met me this morning. Yeva wore a very strange expression, however-almost like shed been expecting something like this all along.Well the thing is, the reason I came here, to Baia, was to find you guys.That wasnt entirely true. Id come to search for Dimitri. Id never thought much about finding his family, but now, I realized that it was a good thing I had.You see, Viktoria was talking about Dimitri earlier. Olenas face brightened when I said her sons name. And I knew-er, know him. He used to be a guardian at my school. My teacher, actually.Karolina and Viktoria lit up as well. How is he? asked Karolina. Its been ages since weve seen him. Do you know when hes going to visit?I couldnt even think about answering her question, so I pushed beforehand with my story before I lost my courage in nominal head of all those loving faces. As the words came out of my mouth, it was almost like someone else was saying them and I was simply watching from a distance. A month ago our school was attacked by Strigoi. A really bad attack a huge group of Strigoi. We lost a lot of people-Moroi and dhampirs, both.Olena exclaimed in Russia. Viktoria leaned toward me. St. Vladimirs?I halted in my story, surprised. Youve heard of it?Everyones heard of it, said Karolina. We all know what ha ppened. That was your school? You were there that night?I nodded.No wonder you have so many molnija marks, breathed Viktoria in wonder.And thats where Dimitris at now? asked Olena. We lost track of his latest assignment.Um, yeah My tongue felt cryptic in my throat. I couldnt breathe. I was at the school the night of the attack, I reaffirmed. And so was Dimitri.He was one of the leaders in the battle and the way he fought he was he was so brave andMy words were breakage up, but by this point, the others were catching on. Olena gasped and again murmured in Russian. I picked out the word for God. Karolina sat frozen, but Viktoria leaned toward me. Those eyes that were so like her brothers stared at me intently, as intently as he would if pushing me to tell the truth, no matter how awful.What happened? she demanded. What happened to Dimitri?I looked away from their faces, my eyes drifting to the living room. On the far wall, I caught sight of a bookcase filled with old, leather-covere d books. They had gold-embossed lettering on the spines. It was totally random, but I suddenly remembered Dimitri mentioning those. They were these old adventure novels my mother collected, hed told me once. The covers were so beautiful, and I loved them. If I was careful, shed let me read them sometimes. The thought of a young Dimitri sitting in front of that bookcase, carefully turning the pages-and oh, he would have been careful-almost made me lose it. Had that been where hed developed his love of horse opera novels?I was losing it. I was getting distracted. I wasnt going to be able to tell them the truth. My emotions were growing too powerful, my memories flooding me as I fought to think about something-anything-that didnt involve that horrible battle.Then I glanced at Yeva again, and something about her eerie, knowing expression inexplicably spurred me on. I had to do this. I turned back to the others. He fought really bravely in the battle, and afterward, he helped lead a res cue mission to save some people that the Strigoi had captured.He was really amazing there, too, only heI stopped again and realized tears were running down my cheeks. In my mind, I was replaying that awful video in the cave, with Dimitri so close to freedom and taken by a Strigoi at the last minute. Shaking that thought away, I took another inscrutable breath. I had to finish this. I owed it to his family.There was no gentle way to say it. One of the Strigoi there well, he overpowered Dimitri.Karolina buried her face in her mothers shoulder, and Olena made no effort to hide her own tears. Viktoria wasnt crying, but her face had gone perfectly still. She was working hard to keep her emotions in check, just as Dimitri would have. She searched my face, needing to know for sure.Dimitri is dead, she said.It was a statement, not a question, but she was looking to me for confirmation. I wondered if Id given away something, some hint that there was still more to the story. Or maybe she ju st needed the certainty of those words. And for a moment, I considered telling them that Dimitri was dead.It was what the Academy would tell them, what the guardians would tell them. It would be easier on them but somehow, I couldnt stand to lie to them-even if it was a comforting lie. Dimitri would have wanted the whole truth, and his family would too.No, I said, and for a heartbeat, hope sprang up in everyones faces-at least until I spoke again. Dimitris a Strigoi.