Hey guys. So i didn't get the reaction i was looking for but i will continue this story either way.

Disclaimer: I don not own the VA cast or story line. The belong to the wonderful Richelle Mead.

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Chapter 1

"Rose! Get your ass down here now!" My father yelled from downstairs.

"It's like 2 in the morning old man!" I yelled back.

So this is typically my life. Dad yelling. Me yelling back. Me tripping and rolling down the stairs. In a haste to get to my father…oh wait. Not that last part, that was just now.

My whole life can be described in one word. Predictable.

Ever since I can remember my mother and father weren't the easiest people to get along with. Even though they were married the couldn't tolerate each other. The only reason why there is because of me. Petricia and Abe were high school sweethearts but after school drifted apart. One day they met again and one thing led to another and bam! Baby Rose! Abe was horrified by the idea of getting a child but stood by Tricia through the pregnancy. When I was born my father was out of the country on "business".

As a child I didn't grow up like your normal kid. We moved around a lot thanks to my father and his "business". He never told wheat he did, said it was to keep us save. Tricia didn't know either, and that frustrated her even more. The frustration she took out on me… every day. She would either slap me or kick me or drag me around the house by my beautiful brown curls. And I mean come on! I was 4! Do you have any idea what kinds of brain damage I got?

When my father was home he and Tricia would always argue. I refused to call that thing mom. And what made it even worse is that Abe knew about the abusing! And he did nothing! Countless nights I had to cry myself to sleep and wake up the next morning with blue-ish green bruises on my face and sore body parts. And still he did nothing.

When I was 9 we moved to Miami into a beautiful 4 story mansion. At that age money didn't bother me but I always wondered how we got enough money to buy houses like this. I didn't complain though, there was always more places to hide away from the monsters…or in this case the mother. I didn't have friends. Ever. I only had the staff Abe had in all the houses, about 6 butlers and 25 maids..yeah life couldn't get any better. We moved maybe twice every year so I didn't have time to make friends, or go out at that. I was home schooled since I was 6 and when I asked my father why I can't go to a normal school he always said "Normal schools are for normal children, and you are far from it. And I want to keep you safe." Safe? Safe from what? Friends and germs? Was he afraid I would run off with another 6 year old to the magical land of candy and marshmallows?

My mother died when I was 10. It was very tragic. I danced on her grave wearing white. I hated her. I hated her from the moment I was born. Even the way she held me told me she hated me to.

Doctors said she died from AIDS. I was too young to fully comprehend what that was. One of the maids, Joleen, told me it was like a flue, only if you got it it can't be cured. When I asked how do you get it she told me to leave the topic. Thanks to Google and a hour of trying to actually figure out how to use a computer and to search stuff I saw that you can get AIDS by sexual intercourse with someone who already has it. I couldn't understand what they meant. Did my father have AIDS? No it can't be, then I would have had it to right? At the funeral I found out she had been sleeping with my uncle. My uncle! Although he was very handsome and he was a lawyer. But still that was just gross in a major scale.

So here I am, 17 years old, motherless with a 'father' who is still barely home.

We've been living in this mansion for about 6 months. It's located somewhere in Montana. Oh joy. I'm still home schooled with no friends, well I have one. One of the maids has a daughter, Mia, the same age as me who is living with us now. She goes to a school called St. Vladimirs Academy. I don't know what type of school it is because no one talks about it. I always thought there was something off about Mia, she goes to school at night! I mean what type of school is this? And second she doesn't go out in the day, even to the pool, it's like she's allergic to the sun. And I swear I saw fangs in her mouth! Maybe it was those fake plastic ones. Maybe she was just trying to scare me.

Anyway, back to the present. Falling down the stairs.

"Dad, what do you want?!" I asked in a yelling manner when I got up from the foot of the stairs and looked at him through foggy eyes.

"Your stupid dog ripped my $3000 Persian carpet!" he yelled looking down at the now shredded carpet lying in our very elegant styled living room.

"Dad I don't have a dog. And either way the thing was ugly." Looking away I whispered the last part.

The carpet, or what's left of it, lay in pieces at our feet. Nail marks could be seen on the floor boards beneath it. I never had a dog. Didn't plan on getting one either. I never had one so I wouldn't know how to look after one.

Abe looked even angrier by my answer. He looked from me to the shreds and back to me again and yelled. "What did you say?"

"I said I don't have a fucking dog!" I yelled back looking him straight in the eye. He was one of those people who was used to being in charge and having everyone fear him. He could break a person emotionally just by looking at them, he always knew when someone is lying hence the reason I make a point to always look him in the eye when I'm trying to reason with him. Abe and I had more in common than I felt comfortable with. We were both stubborn and get angry really fast. We don't like being controlled, that's why we fight a lot.

Scratch, scratch, screech.

"Did you hear that?" I asked as I heard a scratching-clawing sound coming from the kitchen.

"It's your bloody dog! When did you get one anyway? I told you to never leave this house!" Abe stormed into the study and slammed the door shut. I'm surprised the maids hadn't woken up yet.

"I don't have a dog. That was not a dog." I kept telling myself as I stalked towards the kitchen.

I don't believe in ghosts, or anything supernatural. That's just silly. There are no such things as vampires, werewolves or spirits.

Slowly I came to a halt in front of the kitchen. The door was open but the lights were off. But in the far corner I could see a light. On my toes I slipped through the door and made my way around the island in the middle of the kitchen, accidentally forgetting the trashcan was on the other side. My foot made contact with it. Hard.

"Mother fu-" I was cut short when I heard a surprised yelp.

Suddenly the lights came on and Mia was standing by the fridge. And I was lying on the floor. How did I get down here?

"Rose?" she asked as she came around the counter. "Are you ok? Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" she helped me up and kept apologising.

"I didn't think anyone was up and I just got back from school and I was a little hungry…" she kept on talking but I zoned out. The light switch was behind me and Mia was across the room, far from it. I didn't turn on the light. She couldn't have, she was too far.

"Mia did you make those screeching sounds?" I asked in a daze, still trying to figure out what's going on.

"What screeching sound? I didn't even make a peep until you got here." She stated.

"Uhh never mind. Look how did you turn on the light? You were nowhere near the switch."

Mia looked at me sideways. "I didn't turn on the light. You did."

"No, I couldn't. I was lying on the floor in pain." Speaking of. I looked down at my toe which was full of blood.

I looked up at Mia when I heard her take a very deep breath.

"Mia are you ok?" I asked when she paled, looking at the blood.

"Uhm yeah… I..have ….to go…" she managed to choke out before she ran from the kitchen.

Weird. Never thought Mia was afraid of a little blood.

Still freaked out I walked-limped to the cupboard above the fridge and searched for a Band-Aid. Finding one I walked back to the sink and threw my foot over. After I washed my big toe and swore the lives of innocent trashcans I put the Band-Aid on.

Screech, screech.

There it is again, but coming from the living room. Quickly I ran, or limped, in the room. Nothing! But the carpet is gone! Maybe Abe took it? There was nothing on the ground. Not even the scratch arks. OK this is really starting to freak me out. And nothing freaks out Rose Hathaway.

Going through the rest of the house nothing was out of place or missing. Satisfied that it was just my imagination I made my way back upstairs after switching all the lights off.

My room was your typical teenage room. Well, I'm not typical. I wear a lot of black and dark colors. My room is black with posters of dead things and bloody stuff. I have a lava lamp with eyeballs in it. On my roof is a poster of a dog being ripped open by a zombie. Yeah I'm weird but I like it. I'm not a girly girl, I hate pink and babies scare me. I know that's weird but they do!

I have a king size bed, black. 3 skull pillows and an axe pillow. Under my bed I keep a cross bow and R1 riffle. Under my pillow is a machete. In my bedside table I keep my stun gun and pepper spray. I know what you're thinking. Why does she have all this dangerous stuff? Well a few months ago a bunch of guys broke in and tried to kidnap me. They didn't get very far seeing as I know karate and other fighting styles. They got away but not unharmed. I accidentally killed 2, it really was an accident. I didn't mean for that to happen. I was just so pumped I forgot how strong I was. Anyway, my father was away at that time and he still doesn't know about the incident. I told the maids to keep it quiet. Mia's one friend from school came and took the bodies away and dumped then in the river. After that night I became interested in black market weaponry. Most of this stuff is worth thousands, I used Abe's credit card and loose money to pay for it. Not like he'd miss a few millions. He has enough money of his own. I have a guy on the outside, and by outside I mean outside my house, who gets the weapons for me and delivers them. No one knows about him or the stuff. Not even Mia.

How I know him…well let's just say when there's a damsel in distress he comes driving in his Bugatti to the rescue.

All my stuff, my clothes, things in my room I get from ebay or other means since I can't go outside. The latest addition to my collection is my Black Cat Viscose Dress that I'm wearing now. I don't sleep in p.j's. they feel weird. I sleep in dresses or short clothes.

Making my way to my window I looked out into the yard and street. My room was on the top floor with a balcony looking out onto the houses next to us and mountains far away. Stepping back and closing the curtains I turned in a circle and climbed into bed. But I couldn't sleep. There were too many thoughts going through my head. What was the sound? And why do I feel like someone is watching me?

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