A lot of non-Vampires are hating Vampires because they think it was ruined by Twilight, which I think is absolutely very wrong of them. I love Twilight, I love the changes Stephenie Meyer put into Twilight to make Vampires more entertaining. Who doesn't love some hot guys with sparkles? Well, I absolutely love 'em!
Twilight is over, but it still lies in hearts of true fans. The people who hate Vampires, they should just quit that opinion look on another bright side. Vampire Academy...Moroi's and Strigoi's are worth loving, enough though VA fans prefer Strigoi's. Vampire Academy is about two best friends escaped from St. Vladmirs Academy to Portland. The two best friends are Rosemarie Hathaway-the narrator- and Vasilisa Dragomir, Lissa for short-is the Vampire. She is the reason Rose has to take her best friend away.
Lissa thinks someone is following her, trying to get to her and kill her. Dragomirs are very, very special and very powerful royal line, only Lissa is left, her parents died in a horrific car accidents along with her next-to-be-king Brother, Andre. Rose and Lissa are brought back by the Russian god, Dimitri Belikov. He is an anti-social Dhampir. Dhampirs are half-human and half-Vampires. Dhampirs are guardians who protect the Moroi's from the Strigoi's. Strigoi's likes to feed on the Moroi's and turn 'em into Strigoi's. Moroi's are born Vampires who uses one of the five elements, which are Earth, Water, Spirit, Fire, and Air. When you have a best-friend like Rose Hathaway, you are no way near becoming a Strigoi.
Rose and Lissa fall into the world of their Vampiric school. Facing harassment, threats, and forbidden love they should never fall into. I feel like no matter how many evidences Vampire Academy give to Vampire-Haters, they'll never quit the thought that Vampire Academy=Twilight baby. If you feel okay with Vampires, go ahead and watch Vampire Academy!
"I felt her fears before I heard her screams.
Her nightmare pulsed into me, shaking me out of my own dream, which had had something to do with a beach and some hot guy rubbing suntan oil on me. Images—hers, not mine—tumbled through my mind: fire and blood, the smell of smoke, the twisted metal of a car. The pictures wrapped around me, suffocating me, until some rational part of my brain reminded me that this wasn’t my dream."