So hi guys! This is my first Bloodlines! It's kinda scary venturing out to another fan base even if Bloodlines is the sister to Vampire Academy. This is based on the song Rude by Magic! I don't own that and I don't own Bloodlines too and I hope you enjoy!

"What about that one?" Adrian said as he pulled Sydney onto his lap.

The wise blonde girl had a baby name book opened up in front of her, as she contemplated what name she would choose for her initiation of sorts. Sydney Sage had said yes to joining the Stelle coven of witches after discovering her own magic within.

"What about this one?" Sydney followed the finger of the man she loved to the name it rested upon. Her nose wrinkled at the sight of it.

"Really Adrian? I'm going to be reborn as Margaret?"

The green eyed man laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. She slapped his arm playfully. "Be serious Ivashkov," she said. "I won't be able to change my name after I choose it. This is a huge deal."

Sydney turned around to face her boyfriend. He took this as an opportunity and leaned down to kiss her. Their lips fused together and sparks ignited, making them both want to go farther but before things could escalate, both parties pulled back. Adrian looked deeply into her warm brown eyes with flecks of honey. Liquid gold he called them. "Iolanthe." He whispered.

Sydney smiled. Iolanthe was a purple flower and Adrian often told her that her aura had purple in it which indicated someone of intelligence, someone wise. Adrian claimed he could see supernatural things and as the loving and supportive girlfriend she was, Sydney believed him although some logical part of her buried deep down, didn't want to. She pushed those thoughts away and focused on the man in front of her.

"Really?" The name sounded kind of weird in her mouth but after saying it a couple times she was sure it would flow like water that flows from a tap. She could feel it. It wasn't that she was doubting him; Sydney tended to over think everything she did to the point that she wasn't sure what she would do.

"Really." He said, and sealed it with a tender kiss.

"Okay." She leaned against his chest and his arms wrapped around her, promising to protect her from all her shadows and fears.

Adrian went to bury his face in her neck. He loved smelling her scent. As he did, the reality of what Sydney was holding gave him a shock and made his heart ache. His pocket was starting to feel heavy...

Adrian shot up, waking up. He rubbed his eyes to try and get the groggy feeling out. The memory of last night still stuck with him as he reached for his phone on the bedside table and unlocked it.

Saturday morning.

Adrian jumped out of bed, and hopped into the shower. He let the hot water run down his skin, calming his nerves. When the water ran cold, Adrian turned off the taps and walked into his bedroom, drying off.

He went to his closet and pulled out a bag on a hanger. He took it off and put on his best suit.

He grabbed his keys and go in his car. Adrian raced like a jet down roads he took only a few weeks ago. He turned on the radio to try and distract him from what was feeling. Adrian's fingers drummed nervously against the wheel and he took a deep breath, internally preparing himself.

Adrian was going all the way to him, to ask him a question because Adrian knew he was an old fashioned man.

Okay, I can do this, Adrian pep talked himself. He stepped out of the car and walked up to the door, heart in his hands. He shook out his hands rang the doorbell.

The seconds before someone opened the door was agonizing. Adrian was so nervous that the nerves almost carried him back the Ivashkinator, the car Sydney had named. Her name, the name of the woman he loved reminded Adrian of the reason why he was here, standing on the doorstep of her childhood home.

The door opening brought Adrian back to the present. Standing in the frame was Carly, Sydney's older sister. A smile came to Adrian's face; Carly wasn't stand offish like her father and younger sister Zoe, were towards him.

"Adrian, hi. What are you doing here?" She asked him.

"I'm here to talk to your father. Is he home?"

Carly nodded and cleared the doorway, inviting him inside. He nodded his thanks and walked into the foyer, wiping the sweat from his palms on his bottoms.

Deborah Sage walked into the hallway and looked up from the stack of papers she was holding. She was already covered in grease and oil and she was wearing her jumpsuit.

"Adrian!" Deborah Sage adored Adrian. She loved him from the minute Sydney brought him home. She didn't mind that he drank and he smoked in his history because she had seen the love that shone between the two so bright, and knew all that was in the past now.

"Deborah, it's always a pleasure."

Mrs. Sage made a move to go hug Adrian, like she always did when he came over. But she stopped when she saw what Adrian was wearing. Deborah smiled, knowingness glinted in her eyes.

They were starting to water when she said, "You've got my blessing," she kissed Adrian's cheek, and patted his shoulder, walking out to the garage.

Adrian's attention turned towards the man standing in front of him, impeccably dressed. It was no wonder where Sydney got her style from. She was always dressed to the tee, in her blouses and slacks, not a hair out of place.

"Mr. Sage," Adrian reached his hand out to Jared Sage, who shook his hand, making it obvious that he was trying to touch Adrian's hand as least as possible.

"Come, let's take this the living room." The two men sat on the armchairs, opposite each other. Adrian Ivashkov was from a family of wealth and class, and despite his playful and careless demeanor, he could turn into the people he despised so much. People who knew they had money and flaunted it, rubbing it in other's faces; people who were from a higher social class and acted like it.

"Would you like anything to drink Mr. Ivashkov?" Jared asked.

"No, thank you," Adrian replied. Jared gave a crisp nod and smiled tightly. Whereas Deborah and Carly were open with their affection, Jared made it known that he despised the man who claimed his daughter's heart. Jared was openly cold and whenever Adrian came over for dinners, he made no attempt to speak or bring him into conversations. It was funny, Adrian thought. It couldn't be more ironic, Jared Sage and Nathan Ivashkov had more in common than they thought.

"Mr. Ivashkov, there must be a reason you're here. I had to cut into my busy schedule to accommodate you so let's get right to business. The sooner you get to the point, the sooner you're out of home."

"Well no point in wasting time right?" Adrian tried to crack a joke and lighten the mood but it was apparent Jared wasn't amused.

Adrian nodded and pulled the black stain box out of his coat pocket. He took a deep breath and began to speak. "Mr. Sage, I love your daughter with everything in me and I'd do everything and anything to bring her the most happiness in life. I know I can't live without her and I'm here to ask your permission, can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?"

Say yes, say yes, Adrian chanted in his head, cause I need to know.

Jared Sage busted out laughing, like he'd just heard the funniest thing of his life. "You foolish boy, you'll never get my blessing until the day I die. Tough luck my friend but the answer is no." He got up and buttoned his coat button. "Goodbye Mr. Ivashkov, hope I don't hear this again from you."

There was the first chapter and I hoped you guys liked it! This will be a three shot so you guys don't have to be worried about the story ending here. That would be horrible for me to do. :)