Dimitri's Point of View in Shadow Kiss (Vampire Academy) (Book 3)

Part 12

 Author's side note:

Hey guys sorry I haven't uploaded in so long:/ For those of you who don't know I have lost a very good friend of mine and because of that loss I haven't uploaded because Dimitri would be a very depressed Russian God and that's no good lol so here you go I hope you like this chapter!

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Chapter  12:

As I walked back to my dorm in the cool night air I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards Adrian. How he had managed to get Rose and Lissa into Victor's trial when I couldn't. I've never felt like such a failure and disappointed towards myself in my whole life.

Maybe if I had just tried harder I could have gotten Rose and Lissa to Court, not Adrian. And as my feet crunched in the newly lain snow I couldn't help but wonder how he had done it. How could someone, who doesn't have a lot of respect and influence, overpower someone who has earned the respect from his peers and has more influence in both Moroi and dhampir worlds?

As I pondered on this subject the novice and guardian dorm came into view. Its medieval shape was a black smudge on the horizon surrounded by dark looming trees. The buildings point seemed to pierce the sky with its crown as I came closer.

It was near curfew, and I was surprised to see no one wondering around campus before they had to be inside. Although it was cold out and that had to be the main reason for drawing them indoors.

Soon enough I was inside the dorm. My cheeks burned from the cold air as the room's heat blasted me in the face. My fingers and toes were starting to feel numb and prickly. The lady at the desk didn't seem to notice me as I silently slipped past her towards the back of the lobby where the guardians kept most of their "traveling gear".

I opened the small narrow door at the end of the room with my endless amount of keys, and was greeted with blackness. I took in a deep breath and was rewarded with an old musty smell that came from the small room. It was under the stairwell and was ignored most of the time since guardians seemed to have a lack in usage for it. The fumes coming from the moist walls made my nose scrunch up in disgust; the smell reminded me of being with Rose earlier in the Chapel with all the old musty books. I smiled at the thought of being with her at this moment and her commenting on the smell.

My dhampir eyes quickly adjusted to the dark as I quietly shut the door and made my way down the set of stairs that I've been down more than the other guardians here.

I ducked through the second door way, my feet echoing against the walls as I did so, and hit the light switch on the left. My eyes protested to the harsh lighting as I stepped further into the small confined room. On the far right corner was another door which I knew held the clothes for attending the Court. And opposite of that wall were shelves of weapons, which were kept secret from the novices so they won't come wondering down here wanting to "test" the dangerous instruments.

I quietly shut the second door behind me and made my way towards the closet. My hand rested on the cool brass knob as I struggled to turn its rusty springs, due from the dank and wet air in the small confined room. Its springs groaned protests as I carefully twisted the rusting knob. And as I pulled the door out its hinges groaned even louder than the springs did, making me wince, although I don't know why. I had no reason to be secretive.

I was greeted with clear hanging bags of black and white suits. The bags were meant to protect the clothes so they wouldn't get moldy. But if they were left unattended for a certain amount of time they would eventually need to be thrown out and Alberta would have to order new ones.