Part 20 (1/2)
Ms. Carmack got that uncomfortable look other teachers did whenever anyone mentioned Ms.
Karp. ”Actually-”
”What?”
”I almost forgot. I think she really was one of the rare ones who never specialized. She just always kept a very low control over all four.”
I spent the rest of my afternoon cla.s.ses thinking about Ms. Carmack's words, trying to work them into my unified Lissa-Karp-Vladimir theory. I also watched Lissa. So many people wanted to talk to her now that she barely noticed my silence. Every so often, though, I'd see her glance at me and smile, a tired look in her eyes. Laughing and gossiping all day with people she only sort of liked was taking its toll on her.
”The mission's accomplished,” I told her after school. ”We can stop Project Brainwash.”
We sat on benches in the courtyard, and she swung her legs back and forth. ”What do you mean?”
”You've done it. You stopped people from making my life horrible. You destroyed Mia. You stole Aaron. Play with him for another couple weeks, then drop him and the other royals. You'll be happier.”
”You don't think I'm happy now?” ”I know you aren't. Some of the parties are fun, but you hate pretending to be friends with people you don't like-and you don't like most of them. I know how much Xander p.i.s.sed you off the other night.”
”He's a jerk, but I can deal with that. If I stop hanging out with them, everything'll go back to the way it was. Mia will just start up again. This way, she can't bother us.”
”It's not worth it if everything else is bothering you.”
”Nothing's bothering me.” She sounded a little defensive.
”Yeah?” I asked meanly. ”Because you're so in love with Aaron? Because you can't wait to have s.e.x with him again?”
She glared at me. ”Have I mentioned you can be a huge b.i.t.c.h sometimes?”
I ignored that. ”I'm just saying you've got enough s.h.i.+t to worry about without all this. You're burning yourself out with all the compulsion you're using.”
”Rose!” She glanced anxiously around. ”Be quiet!”
”But it's true. Using it all the time is going to screw with your head. For real.”
”Don't you think you're getting carried away?”
”What about Ms. Karp?”
Lissa's expression went very still. ”What about her?”
”You. You're just like her.”
”No, I'm not!” Outrage flashed in those green eyes.
”She healed too.”
Hearing me talk about this shocked her. This topic had weighed us down for so long, but we'd almost never spoken about it.
”That doesn't mean anything.” ”You don't think it does? Do you know anyone else who can do that? Or can use compulsion on dhampirs and Moroi?”
”She never used compulsion like that,” she argued.
”She did. She tried to use it on me the night she left. It started to work, but then they took her away before she finished.” Or had they? After all, it was only a month later that Lissa and I had run away from the Academy. I'd always thought that was my own idea, but maybe Ms. Karp's suggestion had been the true force behind it.
Lissa crossed her arms. Her face looked defiant, but her emotions felt uneasy. ”Fine. So what?
So she's a freak like me. That doesn't mean anything. She went crazy because...well, that was just the way she was. That's got nothing to do with anything else.”
”But it's not just her,” I said slowly. ”There's someone else like you guys, too. Someone I found.” I hesitated. ”You know St. Vladimir....”
And that's when I finally let it all out. I told her everything. I told her about how she, Ms. Karp, and St. Vladimir could all heal and use super-compulsion. Although it made her squirm, I told her how they too grew easily upset and had tried to hurt themselves.
”He tried to kill himself,” I said, not meeting her eyes. ”And I used to notice marks on Ms.
Karp's skin-like she'd claw at her own face. She tried to hide it with her hair, but I could see the old scratches and tell when she made new ones.”
”It doesn't mean anything,” insisted Lissa. ”It-it's all a coincidence.”
She sounded like she wanted to believe that, and inside, some part of her really did. But there was another part of her, a desperate part of her that had wanted for so long to know that she wasn't a freak, that she wasn't alone. Even if the news was bad, at least now she knew there were others like her.
”Is it a coincidence that neither of them seems to have specialized?”
I recounted my conversation with Ms. Carmack and explained my theory about specializing in all four elements. I also repeated Ms. Carmack's comment about how that would burn someone out. Lissa rubbed her eyes when I finished, smudging a little of her makeup. She gave me a weak smile. ”I don't know what's crazier: what you're actually telling me or the fact that you actually read something to find all this out.”
I grinned, relieved that she'd actually mustered a joke. ”Hey, I know how to read too.”
”I know you do. I also know it took you a year to read The Da Vinci Code.” She laughed.
”That wasn't my fault! And don't try to change the subject.”
”I'm not.” She smiled, then sighed. ”I just don't know what to think about all this.”
”There's nothing to think about. Just don't do stuff that'll upset you. Remember coasting through the middle? Go back to that. It's a lot easier on you.”
She shook her head. ”I can't do that. Not yet.”
”Why not? I already told you-” I stopped, wondering why I hadn't caught on before. ”It's not just Mia. You're doing all this because you feel like you're supposed to. You're still trying to be Andre.”
”My parents would have wanted me to-”
”Your parents would have wanted you to be happy.”
”It's not that easy, Rose. I can't ignore these people forever. I'm royal too.”
”Most of them suck.”
”And a lot of them are going to help rule the Moroi. Andre knew that. He wasn't like the others, but he did what he had to do because he knew how important they were.”
I leaned back against the bench. ”Well, maybe that's the problem. We're deciding who's 'important' based on family alone, so we end up with these screwed-up people making decisions. That's why Moroi numbers are dropping and b.i.t.c.hes like Tatiana are queen. Maybe there needs to be a new royal system.” ”Come on, Rose. This is the way it is; that's the way it's been for centuries. We have to live with that.” I glared. ”Okay, how about this?” she continued. ”You're worried about me becoming like them-like Ms. Karp and St. Vladimir-right? Well, she said I shouldn't use the powers, that it would make things get worse if I did. What if I just stop? Compulsion, healing, everything.”