Guess what!?! Remember when Richelle Mead said that she'd write a scene from Dimitri's point of view in
Vampire Academy if he won the
YA Crush Tournament? Yes? Do you also remember that Dimitri did indeed win? Well, Richelle just tweeted that she has posted said scene! Yay!! So, without further ado here is the scene taken from
Richelle Mead's website:
The Meeting
A scene from the first book of the Vampire
Academy series, as told from Dimitri's point of view
“Dimitri!”
I turned instantly at the sound of my name,
shooting a glare at the guardian approaching in the darkness.
What was he thinking?
Everyone out here tonight knew how essential secrecy was.
It didn’t matter that he was young and simply excited
about his first big mission.
We had no room for errors, not when this was the only
break we’d had in over a year.
Realizing his mistake, he grew apologetic, though not
nearly enough.
“Sorry.” He dropped his voice to a stage
whisper and tapped his ear.
“Headset’s not working.
We checked the house, and they’re already gone.
They must have had warning, maybe a perimeter of spies on
the streets.” As his
excitement returned, the young guardian—Laurence—began speaking
rapidly. “I was
thinking about it.
They probably have a whole network of people working with them!
It makes sense, right?
How else have they managed to stay ahead of us for so
long? There’s no
telling how deep this conspiracy goes!
We might be facing an army tonight!”
I said nothing and showed nothing as I
mulled over his words.
It was
something of a mystery how a couple of teenage girls had managed
to escape detection for two years, especially when one of them
was a privileged Moroi princess and the other a delinquent
dhampir with a disciplinary file so long that it broke school
records. When I’d
joined the teaching staff of St. Vladimir’s last year and
learned of the princess’s case, I’d honestly been surprised the
girls hadn’t slipped up sooner.
Being in league with others might explain how they’d
remained hidden …and yet, in all our data gathering, we’d never
once had even the slightest hint that they had
one accomplice, let
alone “a whole network” or “army.”
My silence made Laurence nervous, and he no
longer smiled. “It’s
irrelevant now,” I told him.
“And there’s no point jumping to conclusions when—”
“Dimitri?”
A female voice crackled in my earpiece.
“We’ve got visuals on them.
They’re approaching the intersection of Brown and
Boudreaux, from the north.”
Without another word to Laurence, I turned
and headed toward the streets indicated.
I heard him running after me, but his stride was shorter,
and he couldn’t quite keep up.
I tried to force calm as my heart rate increased, but it
was difficult. This
was it.
This was it.
We might finally have her: Vasilisa Dragomir, the missing
princess, last of her line.
Although I knew all guardian work was honorable—including
the instruction of future guardians—part of me had longed for
something more at St. Vladimir’s.
When I’d learned about the Dragomir princess and how
she’d escaped the school, I’d made finding her a personal
project, pushing leads that others had said were hopeless.
Me?
I didn’t believe in hopeless.
I slowed my pace as the intersection
neared, allowing Laurence to catch up.
A quick scan revealed the dark shapes of other guardians
lurking in shadows and behind objects.
This was the spot they’d chosen for the interception.
Quickly, I stepped off the road and hid in the cover of a
tree, urging Laurence to do the same with a jerk of my head.
We didn’t have to wait long.
As I peered around the tree’s edge, I saw two female
figures approaching, one practically dragging the other along.
At first, I assumed it must be the stronger dhampir
helping the princess, but as they grew closer, their heights and
builds revealed that it was exactly the opposite.
I had no time to ponder this oddity.
When they were about six feet from me, I quickly stepped
out from the tree and blocked their path.
They came to a halt, and whatever weaknesses the dhampir
girl had now vanished.
She grabbed the princess roughly by the arm and jerked
her back, so that the dhampir’s own body served as a shield
keeping me away.
Around us, other guardians fanned out, taking defensive
positions but not advancing without my command.
The dhampir girl’s dark eyes made note of them, but she
kept her attention focused squarely on me.
I didn’t entirely know what to expect from
her, maybe that she’d try to run away or beg for her freedom.
Instead, she shifted into an even more defensive position
in front of the princess and spoke in a voice that was barely
more than a growl: “Leave her alone.
Don’t touch her.”
The girl was hopelessly outmatched yet
still defiant, as though I were the one at a disadvantage.
In moments like these, I was glad my old instructors in
Russia had grilled me into concealing my feelings—because I was
surprised. Very
surprised. And as I
took this dhampir girl in, I suddenly understood with perfect
clarity how they’d eluded us for so long.
A network of accomplices?
An army?
Laurence was a fool.
The princess didn’t need a network or army, not when she had
this protector.
Rose Hathaway.
There was a passion and intensity that
radiated off of her, almost like a palpable thing.
Tension filled every part of her body as she regarded me,
daring me to make a move.
She possessed a fierceness I hadn’t expected—that no one
had expected, I realized, most likely because they couldn’t see
past that delinquent record of hers.
But there was a look in her eyes now that said this was
no joke, that she would die a thousand times over before she let
anyone harm the princess at her back.
She reminded me of a cornered wildcat, sleek and
beautiful—but fully capable of clawing your face out if
provoked.
And yes, even in the poor lighting, I could
see that she was beautiful—in a deadly way—and that struck me
too. Her pictures
hadn’t done her justice.
Long, dark hair framed a face filled with the sort of
hard-edged beauty a man might easily dash his heart against.
Her eyes, though filled with hatred for me, still managed
to be alluring—which only added to her danger.
She might be unarmed, but Rose Hathaway was in possession
of many weapons.
I didn’t want to fight her and held out my
hands in a placating gesture as I took a step forward.
“I’m not going to—”
She attacked.
I saw it coming and wasn’t surprised by the
action itself so much as that she’d even try it with the odds
stacked against her.
Should I have been surprised?
Probably not.
As I’d observed, it was clear that Rose was willing to do
anything and fight anyone to protect her friend.
I admired that—I admired that
a lot—but it didn’t
stop me from striking out to block her.
The princess was still my goal tonight.
And although Rose might have passion and defiance, her
attack was clumsy and easy to deflect.
She’d been gone too long from formal training.
She recovered badly and started to fall, and I remembered
how she’d stumbled earlier.
Out of instinct, I reached out and caught her before she
could hit the ground, keeping her steady on her feet.
That long, marvelous hair fell away from her face,
revealing two bloody marks on the side of her neck.
Another surprise—but it explained her fatigue and pale
complexion.
Apparently her devotion to the princess went beyond just
defense. Noticing my
scrutiny, Rose knocked some of her tangled hair forward to cover
her neck.
Despite the hopelessness of her situation,
I could see her lithe body preparing for another attack.
I tensed in response, even though I didn’t want this
brave, beautiful, and wild girl to be my enemy.
I wanted her as…what?
I wasn’t sure.
Something more than an outmatched scuffle on a Portland
street. There was
too much potential here.
This girl could be unstoppable if her talents were
properly cultivated.
I wanted to help her.
But I would fight her if I had to.
Suddenly, Princess Vasilisa caught hold of
her friend’s hand.
“Rose. Don’t.”
For a moment, nothing happened, and we all
stood frozen. Then, slowly, the tension and hostility eased out
of Rose’s body.
Well, not all of the hostility.
There was still a dangerous glint in her eyes that kept
me on guard. The
rest of her body language said that although she hadn’t exactly
admitted defeat , she had conceded to a truce—so long as I gave
her no cause for alarm.
I didn’t plan to.
I also don’t plan
on ever underestimating you again, wild girl, I thought,
momentarily locking eyes with her.
And I’ll make sure
no one else ever underestimates you either.
Satisfied that she was pacified—at least
momentarily—I dragged my eyes from her dark gaze and focused on
the princess. After
all, runaway or not, Vasilisa Dragomir was the last of a royal
line, and certain protocols had to be followed.
I bowed before her.
“My name is Dimitri Belikov.
I’ve come to take you back to St. Vladimir’s Academy,
Princess.”
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http://richellemead.com/dpov.htm
In my opinion, it's really cool to see how Dimitri thinks especially when he first lays eyes on Rose. It's really intriguing. It's also kinda weird to read a scene from a different perspective when you've already read it in Rose's view. But, that's what makes it so cool especially because it's Dimitri. Anyway, I thought this scene was great and it makes me wanna read more VA from Dimitri's point of view and of course makes me wanna to see the movie NOW. But, alas we have to wait 'till February of next year.
So, what do you all think of the scene? Comment, please!
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