Vampire Academy

- Once, long ago, we lived in the human world.

The Moroi vampires, who make the rules...

And the Dhampir Guardians,

sworn to protect against our enemy,

the Strigoi.

- Undead vampires who live to kill.

- Now we live in a world of our own,

one grounded in elemental magic

and steeped in rules no one's challenged in centuries...

until now.

- The spark of revolution can come from anywhere.

Even two unlikely friends.

- And one night that changed everything.

- - I look like a fucking macaroon.

- And now you look like a princess.

- - Ooh, ooh.

Ugh, how do you even wear this thing?

I just lost a hundred strands.

- Heavy is the head, thin is the hair.

Rose, if anyone looks like a macaroon, it's me.

You look beautiful.

We look beautiful, Lissa,

head to toe.

Let's party.

- To all citizens of the Dominion,

on this, the eve of my 200th birthday

and my last as your queen, I thank you.

You have traveled far and wide,

leaving the safety of your provinces

to come to the celebration here at St. Vladimir's.

We all know the dangers that lurk outside our gates.

Our Strigoi enemy is strong, but we are stronger.

And under the protection of our Dhampir Guardians,

we are safe.

So let us have one last festivity together,

because after nearly two centuries as your queen,

the one thing I assure you I've learned

is how to throw one hell of a party.

Victor Dashkov.

My daughters, Sonya Karp, Mia Karp.

One Royal Moroi, one non.

- And the third? - Mia.

- The Guardians make us suffer through this every time.

- It's security protocol. - It's humiliating.

How do they not know who I am?

Mia, darling. Be a sport.

Non-Royal.

Not for long.

- Rose. - Hmm?

- Behave. - Always, Alberta.

Don't encourage her.

- She's a guest of a Moroi princess.

Let her have some fun.

- Guardians aren't here to have fun.

- Once my family greets the Queen,

we can have some fun.

- Nice. - Excuse you.

- What are the Dragomirs thinking,

letting Lissa invite that girl everywhere she goes?

A Guardian's place is at the gates.

- The Dragomirs, Your Majesty. -

Clarence would introduce his father to his mother.

How are my delightful Dragomirs?

- Happy Birthday, Fair Lady. - You don't look a day over 80.

- Andre, my dear, you cheeky rascal.

And a dreadful liar.

- Happy birthday from me as well, Your Majesty.

Princess Vasilissa,

angel to your brother Andre's devil.

He is shameless, Your Majesty.

How should he be punished?

- Being King of the Dominion will be punishment enough.

Oh, surely, he'll find something

to cheer him once he's king.

Now, Your Majesty,

you know there'll have to be an actual election.

Ah, a mere formality.

Who would deny me my pick of successor?

If I say Andre will be king, then so it shall be.

- Looks like Mia lost her prince.

- I'm amazed she let him out of her sight

long enough to lose him.

- - Where is Andre?

- Shit, I gotta go. - Uh-uh.

- Never leave a girl undone, Andre,

not even for the Queen.

It's a pleasure to meet you...

- Tatiana. - Tatiana.

- - Strigoi!

- Strigoi at the wards. - Guardian support, stat.

- Strigoi neutralized. - Back to positions.

- You know, I'm pretty sure Andre danced

with every single girl at that party.

Poor Mia.

- "Poor Mia" will get the only thing

she really wants once we marry.

Royal status.

- My son, the next King of the Dominion.

- I hate to admit it, but you will make a great king.

- If I can get the factions to remember we're not enemies,

it'll go a long way towards peace in the Dominion.

You know, Rose, I get my pick of Guardian once I'm king.

Sorry, once I graduate,

Lissa and I will be too busy exploring the world.

- Yeah, and everyone knows I want Rose to be my Guardian.

I'm not budging on that.

- What we want and what we must do

can be two very different things.

Maybe, Your Almost Majesty.

But not tonight.

A toast

to having everything I want.

A know-it-all big brother...

- Kids. -

- The most supportive parents either one of us

could ever hope for,

and Rose, my best friend for life.

I don't know how to say goodbye.

I don't know how any of us are supposed to go on

without you.

Mom.

Dad.

Andre.

I will love you forever.

I'm ready to go back.

Are you sure?

It's time.