Vampire Academy 06: Leseprobe Kapitel 1 – Last Sacrifice/Schicksalsbande

Der sechste und letzte Teil von Richelle Meads erfolgreichen Vampire Academy-Reihe erscheint in den USA und in Großbritannien am 07. Dezember 2010 unter dem Titel „Last Sacrifice„. Mehr als 150 US-amerikanische Buchhandlungen haben anlässlich der Veröffentlichung am 07.12.10 eine „Vampire Academy-Party“ geplant. Richelle Mead wird am 07.12.10 in der New Yorker Buchhandlung Barnes & Noble bereits um 7 Uhr morgens in einer Lesung ihren neuen Roman vorstellen. Direkt im Anschluss geht sie auf Lesereise und stellt noch im Dezember 2010 in Philadelphia, Chicago, Cincinnati, St. Paul/Minneapolis, Detroit, Atlanta, Dallas, Salt Lake City und Seattle „Last Sacrifice“ vor.
Die deutschsprachige Übersetzung soll im Juli 2011 unter dem Titel „Schicksalsbande“ im LYX Verlag erscheinen.

Rose Hathaway glaubte, alles würde endlich gut werden, wenn sie nur ihren Geliebten Dimitri von der Seite der Strigoi zurückholen könnte. Doch nachdem ihr dies gelungen ist, vesinkt ihre Welt im Chaos. Die Königin der Moroi-Vampire wurde ermordet und Rose ist die Hauptverdächtige. Nun droht ihr die Todesstrafe, wenn sie nicht beweisen kann, dass sie unschuldig ist. Dabei bräuchte ihre Freundin Lissa sie jetzt mehr denn je, denn man versucht ihr den Anspruch auf den Thron streitig zu machen. Und Dimitri, traumatisiert durch die Zurückverwandlung in einen Dhampir, will nichts mehr von Rose wissen. Kann Rose ihre Leben und ihre Liebe retten?

Viele, vor allem jugendliche Fans der Reihe, haben hier schon kommentiert, dass die englischsprachige Originalausgabe durchaus leicht zu lesen ist. Nachfolgend das 1. Kapitel aus „Last Sacrifice“, das Richelle Mead bereits vorab zur Veröffentlichung freigegeben hat:


I don’t like cages.

I don’t even like going to zoos. The first time I went to one, I almost had claustrophobic attacks looking at those poor animals. I couldn’t imagine any creature living that way. Sometimes I even felt a little bad for criminals, condemned to life in a cell. I’d certainly never expected to spend my life in one.

But lately, life seemed to be throwing me a lot of things I’d never expected, because here I was, locked away.

„Hey!“ I yelled, gripping the steel bars that isolated me from the world. „How long am I going to be here? When’s my trial? You can’t keep me in this dungeon forever!“

Okay, it wasn’t exactly a dungeon, not in the dark, rusty-chain sense. I was inside a small cell with plain walls, a plain floor, and well. .. plain everything. Spotless. Sterile. Cold. It was actually more depressing than any musty dungeon could have managed. The bars in the doorway felt cool against my skin, hard and unyielding. Fluorescent lighting made the metal gleam in a way that seemed almost too cheerful for the setting. I could see the shoulder of a man standing rigidly to the side of the cell’s entrance and knew there were probably four more guardians in the hallway out of my sight. I also knew none of them were going to answer me back, but that hadn’t stopped me from constantly demanding answers from them for the last two days.

When the usual silence came, I sighed and slumped back on the cot in the cell’s corner. Like everything else in my new home, the cot was colorless and stark. Yeah. I really was starting to wish I had a real dungeon. Rats and cobwebs would have at least given me something to watch. I stared upward and immediately had the disorienting feeling I always did in here: that the ceiling and walls were closing in around me. Like I couldn’t breathe. Like the sides of the cell would keep coming toward me until no space remained, pushing out all the air. ..

I sat up abruptly, gasping. Don’t stare at the walls and ceiling, Rose, I chastised myself. Instead, I looked down at my clasped hands and tried to figure out how I’d gotten into this mess.

The initial answer was obvious: someone had framed me for a crime I didn’t commit. And it wasn’t petty crime either. It was murder. They’d had the audacity to accuse me of the highest crime a Moroi or dhampir could commit. Now, that isn’t to say I haven’t killed before. I have. I’ve also done my fair share of rule (and even law) breaking. Cold-blooded murder, however, was not in my repertoire. Especially not the murder of a queen.

It was true Queen Tatiana hadn’t been a friend of mine. She’d been the coolly calculating ruler of the Moroi†”a race of living, magic-using vampires who didn’t kill their victims for blood. Tatiana and I had had a rocky relationship for a number of reasons. One was me dating her great-nephew, Adrian. The other was my disapproval of her policies on how to fight off Strigoi: the evil, undead vampires who stalked us all. Tatiana had tricked me a number of times, but I’d never wanted her dead. Someone apparently had, however, and they’d left a trail of evidence leading right to me, the worst of which were my fingerprints all over the silver stake that had killed Tatiana. Of course, it was my stake, so naturally it’d have my fingerprints. No one seemed to think that was relevant.

I sighed again and pulled out a tiny crumpled piece of paper from my pocket. My only reading material. I squeezed it in my hand, having no need to look at the words. I’d long since memorized them. The note’s contents made me question what I’d known about Tatiana. It had made me question a lot of things.

Frustrated with my own surroundings, I slipped out of them and into someone else’s: my best friend Lissa’s. Lissa was a Moroi, and we shared a psychic link, one that let me go to her mind and see the world through her eyes. All Moroi wielded some type of elemental magic. Lissa’s was spirit, an element tied to psychic and healing powers. It was rare among Moroi, who usually used more physical elements, and we barely understood its abilities†”which were incredible. She’d used spirit to bring me back from the dead a few years ago, and that’s what had forged our bond.

Being in her mind freed me from my cage but offered little help for my problem. Lissa had been working hard to prove my innocence, ever since the hearing that had laid out all the evidence against me. My stake being used in the murder had only been the beginning. My opponents had been quick to remind everyone about my antagonism toward the queen and had also found a witness to testify about my whereabouts during the murder. That testimony had left me without an alibi. The Council had decided there was enough evidence to send me to a full-fledged trial†”where I would receive my verdict.

Lissa had been trying desperately to get people’s attention and convince them I’d been framed. She was having trouble finding anyone who would listen, however, because the entire Moroi Royal Court was consumed with preparations for Tatiana’s elaborate funeral. A monarch’s death was a big deal. Moroi and dhampirs†”half-vampires like me†”were coming from all over the world to see the spectacle. Food, flowers, decorations, even musicians. .. The full deal. If Tatiana had gotten married, I doubted the event would have been this elaborate. With so much activity and buzz, no one cared about me now. As far as most people were concerned, I was safely stashed away and unable to kill again. Tatiana’s murderer had been found. Justice was served. Case closed.

Before I could get a clear picture of Lissa’s surroundings, a commotion at the jail jerked me back into my own head. Someone had entered the area and was speaking to the guards, asking to see me. It was my first visitor in days. My heart pounded, and I leapt up to the bars, hoping it was someone who would tell me this had all been a horrible mistake.

My visitor wasn’t quite who I’d expected.

„Old man,“ I said wearily. „What are you doing here?“

Abe Mazur stood before me. As always, he was a sight to behold. It was the middle of summer†”hot and humid, seeing as we were right in the middle of rural Pennsylvania†”but that didn’t stop him from wearing a full suit. It was a flashy one, perfectly tailored and adorned with a brilliant purple silk tie and matching scarf that just seemed like overkill. Gold jewelry flashed against the dusky hue of his skin, and he looked like he’d recently trimmed his short black beard. Abe was a Moroi, and although he wasn’t royal, he wielded enough influence to be.

He also happened to be my father.

„I’m your lawyer,“ he said cheerfully. „Here to give you legal counsel, of course.“

„You aren’t a lawyer,“ I reminded him. „And your last bit of advice didn’t work out so well.“ That was mean of me. Abe†”despite having no legal training whatsoever†”had defended me at my hearing. Obviously, since I was locked up and headed for trial, the outcome of that hadn’t been so great. But, in all my solitude, I’d come to realize that he’d been right about something. No lawyer, no matter how good, could have saved me at the hearing. I had to give him credit for stepping up to a lost cause, though considering our sketchy relationship, I still wasn’t sure why he had. My biggest theories were that he didn’t trust royals and that he felt fatherly obligation. In that order.

„My performance was perfect,“ he argued. „Whereas your compelling speech in which you said ‚if I was the murderer‘ didn’t do us any favors. Putting that image in the judge’s head wasn’t the smartest thing you could have done.“

I ignored the barb and crossed my arms. „So what are you doing here? I know it’s not just a fatherly visit. You never do anything without a reason.“

„Of course not. Why do anything without a reason?“

„Don’t start up with your circular logic.“

He winked. „No need to be jealous. If you work hard and put your mind to it, you might just inherit my brilliant logic skills someday.“

„Abe,“ I warned. „Get on with it.“

„Fine, fine,“ he said. „I’ve come to tell you that your trial might be moved up.“

„W-what? That’s great news!“ At least, I thought it was. His expression said otherwise. Last I’d heard, my trial might be months away. The mere thought of that†”of being in this cell so long†”made me feel claustrophobic again.

„Rose, you do realize that your trial will be nearly identical to your hearing. Same evidence and a guilty verdict.“

„Yeah, but there must be something we can do before that, right? Find evidence to clear me?“ Suddenly, I had a good idea of what the problem was. „When you say ‚moved up,‘ how soon are we talking?“

„Ideally, they’d like to do it after a new king or queen is crowned. You know, part of the post-coronation festivities.“

His tone was flippant, but as I held his dark gaze, I caught the full meaning. Numbers rattled in my head. „The funeral’s this week, and the elections are right after. .. You’re saying I could go to trial and be convicted in, what, practically two weeks?“

Abe nodded.

I flew toward the bars again, my heart pounding in my chest. „Two weeks? Are you serious?“

When he’d said the trial had been moved up, I’d figured maybe it was a month away. Enough time to find new evidence. How would I have pulled that off? Unclear. Now, time was rushing away from me. Two weeks wasn’t enough, especially with so much activity at Court. Moments ago, I’d resented the long stretch of time I might face. Now, I had too little of it, and the answer to my next question could make things worse.

„How long?“ I asked, trying to control the trembling in my voice. „How long after the verdict until they. .. carry out the sentence?“

I still didn’t entirely know what all I’d inherited from Abe, but we seemed to clearly share one trait: an unflinching ability to deliver bad news.

„Probably immediately.“

„Immediately.“ I backed up, nearly sat on the bed, and then felt a new surge of adrenaline. „Immediately? So. Two weeks. In two weeks, I could be. .. dead.“

Because that was the thing†”the thing that had been hanging over my head the moment it became clear someone had planted enough evidence to frame me. People who killed queens didn’t get sent to prison. They were executed. Few crimes among Moroi and dhampirs got that kind of punishment. We tried to be civilized in our justice, showing we were better than the bloodthirsty Strigoi. But certain crimes, in the eyes of the law, deserved death. Certain people deserved it, too†”say, like, treasonous murderers. As the full impact of the future fell upon me, I felt myself shake and tears come dangerously close to spilling out of my eyes.

„That’s not right!“ I told Abe. „That’s not right, and you know it!“

„Doesn’t matter what I think,“ he said calmly. „I’m simply delivering the facts.“

„Two weeks,“ I repeated. „What can we do in two weeks? I mean. .. you’ve got some lead, right? Or. .. or. .. you can find something by then? That’s your specialty.“ I was rambling and knew I sounded hysterical and desperate. Of course, that was because I felt hysterical and desperate.

„It’s going to be difficult to accomplish much,“ he explained. „The Court’s preoccupied with the funeral and elections. Things are disorderly†”which is both good and bad.“

I knew about all the preparations from watching Lissa. I’d seen the chaos already brewing. Finding any sort of evidence in this mess wouldn’t just be difficult. It could very well be impossible.

Two weeks. Two weeks, and I could be dead.

„I can’t,“ I told Abe, my voice breaking. „I’m not. .. meant to die that way.“

„Oh?“ He arched an eyebrow. „You know how you’re supposed to die?“

„In battle.“ One tear managed to escape, and I hastily wiped it away. I’d always lived my life with a tough image. I didn’t want that shattering, not now when it mattered most of all. „In fighting. Defending those I love. Not. .. not through some planned execution.“

„This is a fight of sorts,“ he mused. „Just not a physical one. Two weeks is still two weeks. Is it bad? Yes. But it’s better than one week. And nothing’s impossible. Maybe new evidence will turn up. You simply have to wait and see.“

„I hate waiting. This room. .. it’s so small. I can’t breathe. It’ll kill me before any executioner does.“

„I highly doubt it.“ Abe’s expression was still cool, with no sign of sympathy. Tough love. „You’ve fearlessly fought groups of Strigoi, yet you can’t handle a small room?“

„It’s more than that! Now I have to wait each day in this hole, knowing there’s a clock ticking down to my death and almost no way to stop it.“

„Sometimes the greatest tests of our strength are situations that don’t seem so obviously dangerous. Sometimes surviving is the hardest thing of all.“

„Oh. No. No.“ I stalked away, pacing in small circles. „Do not start with all that noble crap. You sound like Dimitri when he used to give me his deep life lessons.“

„He survived this very situation. He’s surviving other things too.“


I took a deep breath, calming myself before I answered. Until this murder mess, Dimitri had been the biggest complication in my life. A year ago†”though it seemed like eternity†”he’d been my instructor in high school, training me to be one of the dhampir guardians who protect Moroi. He’d accomplished that†”and a lot more. We’d fallen in love, something that wasn’t allowed. We’d managed it as best we could, even finally coming up with a way for us to be together. That hope had disappeared when he’d been bitten and turned Strigoi. It had been a living nightmare for me. Then, through a miracle no one had believed possible, Lissa had used spirit to transform him back to a dhampir. But things unfortunately hadn’t quite returned to how they’d been before the Strigoi attack.

I glared at Abe. „Dimitri survived this, but he was horribly depressed about it! He still is. About everything.“

The full weight of the atrocities he’d committed as a Strigoi haunted Dimitri. He couldn’t forgive himself and swore he could never love anyone now. The fact that I had begun dating Adrian didn’t help matters. After a number of futile efforts, I’d accepted that Dimitri and I were through. I’d moved on, hoping I could have something real with Adrian now.

„Right,“ Abe said dryly. „He’s depressed, but you’re the picture of happiness and joy.“

I sighed. „Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying. Is there any other reason you’re here? Other than to deliver the terrible news? I would have been happier living in ignorance.“

I’m not supposed to die this way. I’m not supposed to see it coming. My death is not some appointment penciled in on a calendar.

He shrugged. „I just wanted to see you. And your arrangements.“

Yes, he had indeed, I realized. Abe’s eyes had always come back to me as we spoke; there’d been no question I held his attention. There was nothing in our banter to concern my guards. But every so often, I’d see Abe’s gaze flick around, taking in the hall, my cell, and whatever other details he found interesting. Abe had not earned his reputation as zmey†”the serpent†”for nothing. He was always calculating, always looking for an advantage. It seemed my tendency toward crazy plots ran in the family.

„I also wanted to help you pass the time.“ He smiled and from under his arm, he handed me a couple of magazines and a book through the bars. „Maybe this will improve things.“

I doubted any entertainment was going to make my two-week death countdown more manageable. The magazines were fashion and hair oriented. The book was The Count of Monte Cristo. I held it up, needing to make a joke, needing to do anything to make this less real.

„I saw the movie. Your subtle symbolism isn’t really all that subtle. Unless you’ve hidden a file inside it.“

„The book’s always better than the movie.“ He started to turn away. „Maybe we’ll have a literary discussion next time.“

„Wait.“ I tossed the reading material onto the bed. „Before you go. .. in this whole mess, no one’s ever brought up who actually did kill her.“ When Abe didn’t answer right away, I gave him a sharp look. „You do believe I didn’t do it, right?“ For all I knew, he did think I was guilty and was just trying to help anyway. It wouldn’t have been out of character.

„I believe my sweet daughter is capable of murder,“ he said at last. „But not this one.“

„Then who did it?“

„That,“ he said before walking away, „is something I’m working on.“

„But you just said we’re running out of time! Abe!“ I didn’t want him to leave. I didn’t want to be alone with my fear. „There’s no way to fix this!“

„Just remember what I said in the courtroom,“ he called back.

He left my sight, and I sat back on the bed, thinking back to that day in court. At the end of the hearing, he’d told me†”quite adamantly†”that I wouldn’t be executed. Or even go to trial. Abe Mazur wasn’t one to make idle promises, but I was starting to think that even he had limits, especially since our timetable had just been adjusted.

I again took out the crumpled piece of paper and opened it. It too had come from the courtroom, covertly handed to me by Ambrose†”Tatiana’s servant and boy toy.


If you’re reading this, then something terrible has happened. You probably hate me, and I don’t blame you. I can only ask that you trust that what I did with the age decree was better for your people than what others had planned. There are some Moroi who want to force all dhampirs into service, whether they want it or not, by using compulsion. The age decree has slowed that faction down.

However, I write to you with a secret you must put right, and it is a secret you must share with as few as possible. Vasilisa needs her spot on the Council, and it can be done. She is not the last Dragomir. Another lives, the illegitimate child of Eric Dragomir. I know nothing else, but if you can find this son or daughter, you will give Vasilisa the power she deserves. No matter your faults and dangerous temperament, you are the only one I feel can take on this task. Waste no time in fulfilling it.

†”Tatiana Ivashkov

The words hadn’t changed since the other hundred times I’d read them, nor had the questions they always triggered. Was the note true? Had Tatiana really written it? Had she†”in spite of her outwardly hostile attitude†”trusted me with this dangerous knowledge? There were twelve royal families who made decisions for the Moroi, but for all intents and purposes, there might as well have only been eleven. Lissa was the last of her line, and without another member of the Dragomir family, Moroi law said she had no power to sit on and vote with the Council that made our decisions. Some pretty bad laws had already been made, and if the note was true, more would come. Lissa could fight those laws†”and some people wouldn’t like that, people who had already demonstrated their willingness to kill.

Another Dragomir.

Another Dragomir meant Lissa could vote. One more Council vote could change so much. It could change the Moroi world. It could change my world†”say, like, whether I was found guilty or not. And certainly, it could change Lissa’s world. All this time she’d believed she was alone. Yet. .. I uneasily wondered if she’d welcome a half-sibling. I accepted that my father was a scoundrel, but Lissa had always held hers up on a pedestal, believing the best of him. This news would come as a shock, and although I’d trained my entire life to keep her safe from physical threats, I was starting to think there were other things she needed to be protected from as well.

But first, I needed the truth. I had to know if this note had really come from Tatiana. I was pretty sure I could find out, but it involved something I hated doing.

Well, why not? It wasn’t like I had anything else to do right now.

Rising from the bed, I turned my back to the bars and stared at the blank wall, using it as a focus point. Bracing myself, remembering that I was strong enough to keep control, I released the mental barriers I always subconsciously kept around my mind. A great pressure lifted from me, like air escaping a balloon.

And suddenly, I was surrounded by ghosts.

Quelle: via Richelle Mead

8 Gedanken zu „Vampire Academy 06: Leseprobe Kapitel 1 – Last Sacrifice/Schicksalsbande

  1. Hallo,
    hat irgendjemand schon dass 6. Buch von Vampire Academy gelesen. Es ist in der Schweiz noch nicht auf dem Markt. Kann`s kaum erwarten… Hoffentlich weiss jemand wo ich es bekommen könnte?? In der Deutschen Fassung???

  2. Weiß auch jemand wo es eine Leseprobe in Deutsch gibt ???
    Suche seit Tagen und finde keine…

  3. hi Raynieday13, nein leider nicht und ich kann mir auch nicht vorstellen, dass eine deutschsprachige Leseprobe im Netz existiert. Wahrscheinlich veröffentlicht der LYX Verlag sie kurz bevor das Buch im Juli erscheint. LG

  4. An alle die es nicht erwarten können bis
    vampire academy 6 auf deutsch rauskommt, wenn ihr
    auf youtube eingebt: vampire academy buch 6 last sacrifice
    part 1,2,3…, eine frau hat angefangen das buch zu übersetzen,
    und liest es als hörspiel vor. es sind irgendwie 3 kapitel auf
    deutsch oder so… könnt es euch ja mal ansehen.
    viel spaß!!!

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