Chapter one

Rose stood up from her bed frustrated and banged her head, cursing she got up once again. She couldn't stand sitting in this tiny cell any longer "Hans I'm frigging bored." She whined. There was a grunt from outside "Rose you're suspected of murdering the queen, you're not allowed to go strolling through a park." Said Hans. "Who died and made you queen, no pun intended." Rose retorted. A small chuckle escaped his lips which earned him questioning glares from the other two guards. There was silence in the cell for a minute before rose decided to go into Lisa's head.

When she took in Lisa's surroundings she wished she hadn't decided to visit her. Dimitri was with her. "Rose is still in prison." Dimitri said. No shit Sherlock, where else would I be, sipping champagne with Britney Spears. "Are you going to break her out?" said Dimitri softly so the guardians nearby wouldn't hear. " you don't have any right to know." Said Lisa slowly in a cold voice as she turned away from him. "go Lisa!" I mentally cheered. She had just verbally bitch slapped Dimitri AKA Russian God. The sweet angelic girl that I knew was gone. I wish i could break her out she thought as she walked to Adrian's room , but I can't. That was Adrian's job.

Lisa arrived at Adrian's door and didn't bother knocking. Adrian was asleep at this time of night- or day if you were human, which is completely messed up-and to only way to wake him was brute force. She stopped at the bathroom and collected a bucketful of water. Then she made hair way to Adrian's bed and poured it all on him. Adrian spluttered and coughed for a while but finally managed a "Hey cousin." What the hell is going on? The Adrian I know and-well-love would have complained for at least five minutes about "how he now had to spend another hour crafting his god like hair".

Then I actually looked at him, his eyes were blood shot and had a mad look in them that screamed unstable. His normally perfectly messy hair looked like it had lost it mystical life force. And well it's safe to say he looked like crap.. in a dirty, gooey bird poop kind of way.

Just as i was sure the masterminded collaboration was about to begin I was swirled back in to my own body... three cheers for my prison cell. Suddenly a growling broke through my thoughts and I was suddenly faced with two salivating, blood hungry digs. Its a good thing there were bars between us or I may have wet myself. Aww they got me a twin puppies, how sweet. Looks like my hunky guardians had been traded in for the latest version of UGLY. Still i doubted they would leave me with just two muts as my keepers... for all they knew we'd end up being best buds..hellishness and all. "Haaans" I cooed, ",the dogs might be prettier but I long for the comfort your beautiful face." But instead of the disapproving face of my jailer I was met with a more familiar one, one that was nevertheless confusing. Mia Rinaldi.