Our Little Moroi Princess

Authors Note: This is my first Vampire Academy Fan Fiction, I am very excited to be writing this story and I hope you like it.

My name is Vanessa Huntington.

My life is pretty normal but so much more unique then I had ever dared to dream.

My parents, I didn't know them. I was adopted shortly after my birth and was given to my new parents Laura and Joseph Huntington.

I went to a normal school, I had Tasman who never left my side, she was my best friend through thick and thin, I had no siblings but I was comfortable with that, I did extremely well when it came to talking to people, except my parents.

I rarely spoke to my parents, not that I was being all teenagery and just ignored them, it was more than that. I had felt it as soon as I was old enough, there was a coldness towards me, like I was being shunned.

Dad talks to me when mum isn't around and when I was younger I asked him if I had done something wrong but he just brushed it off by saying that's how they normally are, but I knew it wasn't. Something in his eyes showed me that he was hiding something and he was terribly scared of it.

A topic of much gossip was my tattoo, a crescent moon on my neck that had been there since as long as I can remember. A few parents raised awareness that I could be "abused" at home or "mistreated" because they had gotten me a tattoo but when it came down to it, it was a birth mark.

Being seventeen wasn't as glorious as I had thought it would be when I was younger, there were still the popular crowd that their queen bee hated me so much because I got along with everyone so one, especially Eric, whom was the unfortunate object of her affection.

The whole formal whoha, was just a huge distress. Dresses I loved but finding someone to go with, that is where I was stuck. In the end Tasman and I decided to just spend the night at the local restaurant and have our own formal with a few friends.

A few friends turned into at least thirty friends. The night was a blast, a bit more crowded than I would have liked but it was still a brilliant night.

I tied my hair up in a blonde bun as I settled into bed, after a long day it was nice to finally drift off into the welcoming silence of my head.

I don't know what woke me, but my eyes flashed open still groggy. My bedroom dark but I could see and hear perfectly, I stifled a yawn and I turned over to get more comfortable, but as I turned my heart stopped as I realised that someone was in my bed.

A brunette girl, her skin paler than mine, a lot paler.

My skin looked like snow but hers wasn't a healthy pale, it was like seeing a soul.

Her eyes were a deep red and looked as though she had been playing video games for a whole week straight, her skin now that I could see it better as my eyes adjusted had a purple tint to it.

I didn't quite understand but her red eyes were darting right at me in frenzy and one frail looking hand moved and encased my neck with such strength. I couldn't believe what was happening, I scratched at her hand with mine but it seemed to be a dull effort. She turned my head a little so that she could see my crescent moon and I swore I heard a drooling noise, she inched closer and I mustered all my strength and planted a kick on her stomach and she went flying.

I didn't have time to think how she got in my room, who she was, what did she want from me, the only thing running in my head was.

She is trying to kill me.

Or at least hurt me, either way I wasn't going to sit around and wait to see, I dashed to the door but I knew in the back of my mind that it wasn't going to be that easy.

She slammed me into the table that was in the hallway, shattering the glass table. Held up above the floor by a few inches, the only thing holding me up was her hand, which was constricted across my neck, chocking me.

I tried to scream but it didn't come out, her grip was taking all the air out of me and I was slipping into unconsciousness when I heard her say.

"Goodbye Принцесса." She said, in an accent that slurred together until it made no sense anymore.

The light flickered on and I saw my mum and dad standing at their door, wrapped in dressing gowns. I looked at them for half a second because I realised I could breathe, there was no hand restricting the flow of air to my lungs, I never felt the mad girls hands leave my throat so I turned to look, but she wasn't there.

Half a second...

And she was gone.

I hadn't dreamed it, I knew I hadn't and the table well I was standing on it, glass slashed into my bear feet as I stood on its broken fragments, my blonde hair frazzled around me, my hands clasped my neck, the sting of her strong hands still there.

"What the hell is going on here?" Asked my mother as she stepped out of her panicked look and into Vanessa's a bad child look again.

"She.. Someone was in my room and they were trying to strangle me." I busted out, too afraid to step foot in my room by myself, she couldn't have gotten away. My room was on the top floor of our two story house, the jump from my window would have been deadly.

My mother took charge into scouting my room, I sat down out of the glass while my dad helped me pull the shards of glass out of my feet.

"I think we need to go to the doctors." My dad said, as he pulled the last obvious glass out of my foot, there would probably be more but tinier.

"Why is the window open?" I asked as I entered my room with Dad, with the aim of grabbing a jacket before heading to the emergency.

"Didn't you open it?" Mum asked.

"No, I thought you did." I said.

Mum gave me a look which suggested that she thought I was just toying with her.

"Do you think it could have been..." My dad began, unsure whether to pursue.

"Joseph, it wasn't them. We would know." She said, so sure of herself.

I scanned my room, my eyes feel on a small jewellery box on my pillow, I trotted over to it, careful to only use the area of my feet that weren't touched by the glass, It was a black velvet box.

My mother and father were in deep discussion and didn't notice me open the box, if they had I would never have seen the ring, it was silver but had a glistening ruby in the middle.

I didn't know it then that the ring had belonged to my mother, and that girl that had been in my room;

Was my first encounter with a Strigoi.