A/N: Hey guys! Wow, it feels like forever since I've written a story (or a chapter of a story heh). Anyway, I will be marking my last story My Past Awaits as complete. What you are about to read is the sequel. Don't worry about going back and reading the original. I would appreciate if you did, but it is not necessary as you will find out what happens during this story. BUT to help the few that want to have some background here you go:

Anya: Rose and Dimitri's daughter

Nikolai: Rose and Dimitri's son

Shawn: Eddie and Mia's son

Anthony: Christian's nephew

I know that new characters are hard to get used to. I personally hate when authors introduce new characters but believe me when I say that those 4 up there will be the only ones who have a dramatic effect on what happens in the story. Anya is one of the main characters in this story, but please give her a chance. Yes, there will be PLENTY of Rose/Dimitri fluff and Christian/Lissa angst...oh maybe that should be switched...oh well! Anyway, I really hope you all like it and give it a chance!

*Disclaimer*

Me: Dimmmiiiiitttrriiiiiii..

Dimitri: Yes?

Me: Do the disclaimer.

Rose: Did you just DEMAND something from my boyfriend?!

Me: *cough* Baby Daddy *cough*

Rose: *steam comes from her ears*

Me: *runs*

Rose: *chases me*

Dimitri: *ahem* Jordan doesn't own anything that sounds familiar...

ENJOY!

"How are you today?"

"Honestly, All I can think about—"

Silence.

"All you can think about is what?"

"…"

"Anya?"

"Blood."

It was whispered so low that Dr. Pruzdo had to lean to hear her.

"Anya, it's completely normal to think about this especially after all you've been through lately."

"But THAT'S just it, Doc. It was not 'lately'. It's been a MONTH. I should be moving on with my life. How is it that I'm feeling this way when he only took..."

"Anya, he took something from you that will be hard for you to get back."

"Yeah, and what's that?" Anya asked with a huff.

"Security."

Security. Anya pondered this as she left her weekly counseling session with Dr. Pruzdo. She only went to the sessions to appease her dad, Dimitri, who noticed she wasn't doing as well as she claimed to be. Dr. Pruzdo was a psychiatrist who normally worked at Court, but was called down to the Academy after the attack. Cases of PTSD and Depression popped up all over campus after it was overrun with strigoi a month ago. People were still having nightmares about it. Dr. Pruzdo was said to be one of the best. Anya, however, had a different opinion. The doctor said that Anya's inability to move on and her disgust with blood was because a strigoi had taken her sense of security when he'd bitten into her multiple times. But she's wrong.

Anya walked into the dhampir dorms and sat down on one of the couches in the common room. She leaned back, propping her feet onto the table in front of her, and closing her eyes. A shadow passed over her face and without opening her eyes, she whispered:

"Hey Shawn."

"How'd you know it was me?"

She opened her eyes to see Shawn Castile standing behind the couch, l9ooking down at her.

"Your cologne. I could smell it when you walked in," she replied, smirking slightly.

"Guess I need to work on that," Shawn responded, rounding the couch and sitting next to Anya.

"How as therapy?"

"I really do hate when you call it that," Anya said, frowning.

"Well, what do you want me to call it? I could be insensitive like your brother and call it your 'crazy visit'," he suggested, smiling.

"Please, no! You should really stop hanging out with my brother. He's a bad influence."

Shawn started laughing as he threw his arm around Anya's shoulder, pulling her into his side.

"I personally think he is a comedic genius, but you're avoiding the question."

"Ha! Comedic genius, my ass and I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Anya."

Sighing, Anya answered: "It was okay, I guess. She told me that…it…took away my sense of security."

"Do you believe that?"

Anya gave a shrug and leaned her head on Shawn's shoulder. She could feel Shawn looking and her before sighing and kissing the top of her head.

"I just want you to get better, Anya."

Better is something Anya wasn't sure she would ever accomplish. The strigoi didn't take her sense of security as Dr. Pruzdo liked to believe. Hell, that went away from the moment her brother was captured. No, the strigoi gave her something else. Passion. She wasn't disgusted with blood or his bite. She craved it and if she knew anything: that wasn't normal.

A/N: Just a teaser! I hope you all like it! Read and Review please!