Music is very therapeutic, especially loud, screamo music that annoys big brothers (and being sung by super sexies helps too). That's always the best, it blocks out everything: the panicked thoughts that runs through your head, the throbbing head ache that you get that doesn't seem to go away no matter how many Aspirins you take, and that really annoy guy that seems to be made out of bricks instead of muscle that always makes dents in the door every time he pounds on it.

Bam…Bam…Bam…

"Lucy, if you don't open this damn door right now I'll--"

"You'll what, Sam? What will you do? I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now! Go away!" Yelling didn't really work as well as listening to the sexy Craig Mabbitt from Bless the Fall sing one of my new favorite songs of the month: Higinia, but it did help me release some of my after-fight rage. It hadn't been my fault really, I had given a fair warning to Monica about not messing with me today but did she listen? No, she didn't. And that was why she was in the Nurse's clinic crying over a former perfect nose that was now broken. I could have done worse; I could have broken her arm or stabbed her with the writing utensil I was holding in my hand oh so tightly, but then I would have come off as a bitch.

The song ended—much to my disappointment—and the banging from the other side of the door became louder than ever. It sounded like thunder; I was surprised that the door didn't break down. The broken strobe light that only had two colors left—green and purple—danced around the dimly lit room, jumping from my black satin covered bed then danced down from the dark purple walls and onto the cloths covered black carpet. I grabbed the remote to the stereo on my bed side and clicked off, slide off the bed and padded across the floor toward the source of the pounding.

Sam voice came again, yelling, "Lucy! I'm not joking! Open--"

I unlocked the lock and jerked the door open, "What do you want? Can't you see I'm trying to relax?"

I looked up at the boy in front of me. He was big, but in a muscle way and tall to match it, around 6'1 which dwarfed my 5'4 and had shaggy, uneven layered blonde hair with bright blue eyes that matched mine like a missing puzzle piece. Most girls here at the school thought he was hot, I probably would have too if he wasn't my annoying, over protective older brother.

I watched in the door way, amused by his intense angry that seemed to roll off him like waves. I lend against the door frame, arms crossed, my lips making a familiar smirk that seemed to tick almost every human being off.

"What the hell did you think you were doing, punching Monica like that? You promised no more fights!"

"It's not my fault! She--"

"No. Don't even start with that 'It's her fault not mine' routine. I've heard it all before, and it's getting old. This whole act that you put on is getting old, Lucy."

I clenched my jaw. So he wanted to get into that argument again? I unfolded my arms, stood straight and said, "What act Sam? I told you, this is how I am." I gestured my hands over my body: black tights with a pleaded miniskirt and a black AC/DC tank top that flattered my figure and black fuzzy socks that had Jack Skeleton faces all over it. I saw the look of disproval on his face, it wasn't hard to miss, I saw it on pretty much all the adult faces. He grunted and crossed his arms, the emotionless mask that all Guardians had taken over his face. "Get dressed. H.M. wants you in his office now." H.M was our code name for Headmaster Michael, a guy that was very tall, very muscle-y and very scary to be around when you did something bad, like punch a certain Moroi and her break her nose. I thought about running and then hiding but that plan left when Sam didn't turn around and walk away like I hoped he would( and also, Sam Hated hide-an-seek with a passion). He just stood there, blocking my only exit to freedom. I saw his lip twitch, that twitch he got when he was trying not to smile but it never worked, and it pissed me the hell off.

He stopped surprising his smile and chuckled saying, "What? Did you really think I was going to leave? Sorry sis, time for you to face the music." He said it in a voice that sounded like he enjoyed this. What kind of brother enjoys his baby sister being in a shitload of trouble?

"Oh, you sound like you enjoy me facing impending doom."

"Well you shouldn't have done it then. I mean, really was it worth it?"

I gave him my famous smirk and raised a pierced brow; did he even have to ask?

He lifted a foot and nudged me in the stomach. I twisted awkwardly and let out a little giggle damn my ticklishness. He smiled and said, "Go get dressed." I did, I really didn't want to but I did. I though on a jacket that have dark purple roses all over it and slipped on a pair of black converses with green laces. I did a once over in the mirror, fluffed up my hair a bit and struck a little pose. I heard Sam chuckle as he watched me.

"You look fine princess. Hurry your ass up, I don't want to get in trouble too."

"Bite me."I snapped playfully. He flipped me off and turned around, heading toward the stairs to the lower level of the dormitory. I followed him, my mood suddenly lighter than before, but that's what happened with me and Sam. When I felt down he made me feel better, when he felt down I made sarcastic jokes about him and eventually he came out with a better mood than before. Well most of the time anyway.

Well walked through the lounge room, there were some girls there, some sitting on the large, orange couch watching the latest episode of the Bachelor (puke fest,) and some standing behind the food bar or on the stools just talking. I saw some guys mixed in with the group over there, one of them turned around when I walked by and whistled. I ignored his cat call and crossed my arms over my chest when I saw his eyes looking down. I was use to it; most Moroi girls weren't as…mature as the Dhampirs here. And having a C cup didn't really help keeping the wondering eyes from, well wondering. Before I could snap out a threat, Sam was already right in front of, his big brother powers kicking in.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, Bradford, or you're going to lose them." Cain Bradford looked like he was about to shit himself as Sam locked him in one of his I-am-bigger-than-you-so there-for-I-am-God stares. I snuffled a snicker as Cain quickly shot out a 'Yes sir' and turned around.

We walked down the path to the main building, the warm Florida air felt nice it brought my mood up even more. How could bad could H.M. be on a nice day like this? Yea if only that was reality.

* * *

I sat in a leather chair in H.M.'s office that would have been comfortable on any other day if I wasn't so damn nerves. I had been sitting there for five minutes, fidgeting and crossing and uncrossing my legs. I was tense, ready for H.M. to suddenly jump up and chew my ass out. But he didn't, he just sat there in behind his desk, shuffling throw papers like I wasn't even there. Sam stood behind with two other Guardians, their faces showing nothing. It was unnerving, nobody was talking, the only sound was the shuffling of paper and me shifting my butt against the leather chair every five seconds.

He stopped looking throw his papers and set them down, just staring at me. A blank stare; giving nothing away. I opened my mouth before I could stop, "Look, I'm sorry I hit Monica, I really am but I gave her a fair warning." Ok that was a total lie and I could tell he could see through the fake sympathy, I continued trying to make my one sided argument sound not so fake. "I didn't mean to break her nose, but you have to admit that it was an awesome punch--"

"Lucya, stop babbling. You're not here for punching Miss. Lillo. You are here for another reason, though I am disappointed that you can't keep your anger under control." Headmaster Michael had a deep voice with a heavy Russian accent that made it hard for me to understand him sometimes. He had a buzz cut that made him look like a badass rouge army sergeant with dark eyes that could stare right through you. Even though he was a Moroi he didn't act like it. There were a lot of stories about him fighting against Strigoi, most fueled by the jagged scar that started right below his left eyes and down to the top of his lip. He had told no one how he had gotten it but most people had assumed it was just from the countless battles he'd been in.

He didn't say anymore, it was like he just expected me to know what the hell was going on in his mind. I scooted up to the edge of the seat, a little anxious and curious. If I wasn't here because of Monica then why was I here? I lifted an eyebrow after two minutes went by with no talking; my impatience was starting to bubble up.

"Ok? Are you going to tell me or what? Is this the punishment? The silent treatment?" He didn't reply right away which was being to annoy me. Eventually he heaved out a sigh, put his elbows on his desk, laced his fingers together and rested his head there.

Finally he spoke, "Lucya, I know you are not going to like what I am going to tell you but it is for the best," He paused, waiting for a reaction from me to tell him I was fallowing, I wasn't, but I nodded anyway. He continued, "There has been some trouble at one of the other academies—St. Vladimir's to be exact. Recently Rose Hathaway and Vasilisa Dragomir have been found and taken back to the academy after breaking out two years ago."Wow, breaking out of the academy? I had to give them props on that; they had balls.

I had never heard of this 'Rose Hathaway' person but I had heard of Vasilisa Dragomir before, she was the living Dragomir are a car crash or whatever had killed her parents and brother. I had never really paid that much attention in the vampire politics, all I knew—or more like cared to know-- was that the queen was a bitch and a lot of Strigoi were being spotted recently. Even though it would be my job one day to kill those things, I was still scared shitless of them. I've heard the stories about them; ruthless things that didn't have hearts or emotions, if I was ever unlucky to cross one I'd turn tail and get the hell outa there.

I began to get irritated, if I wasn't here for punching Monica—apparently I wasn't in trouble at all—then why the hell was I here? I didn't really care about this Rose person or Vasilisa Dragomir (Even though she was a Moroi and it was my job to protect them, it still didn't concern me in the slightest since I had never even met her.) I wasn't very good at hiding my emotions; my face was like an open book so Headmaster Michael could easily tell he was losing me. He began to speak, his voice slow and serious, "The Headmistress from St. Vladimir's has contacted me and asked for help. She requested that I send over one of the Guardians here to go under cover as extra protection for Princess Vasilisa."

Ok how does that have anything to with me? I wasn't a Guardian, I was only seventeen (3 years younger than Sam,) and last time I checked they didn't just give those silver stakes out to anyone. I saw Sam sift from the corner of my eye and started to get suspicious, what the hell was going on?

"I have some who have already volunteered but I have decided to take advantage of this opportunity. Samuel has brought to my attention that you have been having more violent out breaks than usual, so since you are one of the best here I have decided to let you go and take the passion as a secret protect for Vasilisa." There was a long, pregnant pause which involved a blank face from H.M. and uncomfortable shifting and coughing from Sam. It finally clicked in my head what was happening—apparently what had already happened.

I shot up out of the chair so fast that it tip over backwards, "You what? What do you mean you're letting me go? I never asked to go in the first place! You can't do this! I'm not even a Guardian! That lady asked you for a Guardian, not me!" H.M. held his hand up, silencing my furious rant. Sam stepped forward and I turned my death glare on him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Sam? You can't just decide--"

"Lucya that is enough." Headmaster Michael's voice was like steel, his eyes hard. His motioned me to sit down—which was ignored—and continued talking, "You do not need to yell at Samuel, there is no reason to. Samuel and I have agreed that it is in your best interest to go to this school. You have been getting into more trouble here every day. You have no friends because of your attitude and you can't rely on your skills to get you a good job. No one is going to want a hot headed guardian who can't her anger under control." Ouch that hurt. I felt bad after that last comment; so yea I didn't have any friends but who said I even wanted any? There was no one here who I wanted to be friends with. And Michael was right about no one wanting a hot headed guardian, no matter how good she was.

I sank back in the chair, to overwhelm to argue. It wasn't in my nature to back down from something I didn't want to do, it felt pretty weird but what could I hope to accomplish? Once Headmaster Michael made up his mind it didn't change, no matter what.

"You're plane for Montana leaves tomorrow at 9 o'clock sharp. Pack your things and be ready, Samuel will accompany you on the plane ride." Tomorrow? That soon? Another thought ran through my head, a horrible one.

"Montana?"

* * *

All my things were packed; my bad stripped of its sheets and the floor clean of cloths. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for Sam to come up here and tell me that my life was over. I groaned and put my arm over my eyes. As if it couldn't get any worse; I had to move to Montana; cold Montana.

I heard a soft knock at my door, I didn't have to respond to it, Sam just came in anyway, 5 big Guardians behind him. Sam walked over to the bed and sat beside me, the bare bed shifted from the newly added weight. The Guardians that came with him quickly got to work with picking up my stuff and shuffling out the door.

"Be careful about that stuff! There's breakable stuff in there!" I yelled after them. Sam pulled me from the bed and over to where three remaining suitcases lay; the men had already taken the other five. What can I say? I love stuff, sue me. Sam hefted one up and grunted, "What do you have in here? Bricks?"

"No, but close. It's called cloths." He gave another grunt and mumbled about it was the suitcase that was heavy. Yea totally mister macho, just keep telling yourself that. Sam carried one suitcase and wisely put the other one on its wheels to roll. I grabbed the last bag, another filled with clothes, mostly skirts, shoes and accessories. I passed by the full length mirror and stopped, checking my reflection. I puffed up my hair a little, wiped at the smudged eyeliner and made a pose, but there was still a frown. I sighed; I really didn't want to leave this place. Sure I didn't have any friends any more but this was still my home, and I would be away from Sam. Sam and me were like twins, I felt his pain and he felt mine, he felt my happiness and vice versa. Me and Sam were never far apart, we had always been like that, we took care of each other. My mother was supposedly a Moroi and my father a Guardian; I had never met my mother and neither had Sam and apparently she didn't want any apart of us as we did her.

My father raised us till Sam was 8 and I was 5, then he left us here at the academy while he went off to do whatever Guardians did. After that different guardians took care of us, but Michael was mostly the father figure during those times… But that was another story for another time.

I heard a cough at the door and looked over to see Sam, suit cases still hanging off him.

"I thought you already left," I said, looking away from the mirror and staring at Sam. He gave me a small smile and waved his hand, a motion that was probably suppose to make me follow him to the plane that was undoubtedly laying in the academy's privet landing runway.

"Come on, your late."

"I'm not late, ever body else is just early."

He gave another small smile at my dry humor and walked toward me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, leading me to the door. "Just shut up and lets go, I want to get on the plane before I grow a beard." As if his baby smooth face can grow a beard.

"Ok fine let's go see the big metal death trap that leads to the end of my life."

"Stop with your death fetish."

I pushed him playfully to the side, "I don't have a fetish, you dick."

He laughed and pushed me back, "Bite me."

I mimicked fangs with my fingers and stood up on tippy toes and jabbed then in his shoulder.

"Ow! Back off vamp girl, I know you want this." He gestured down his body, giving out a loud laugh. I laughed too, the slapped his hard on the shoulder. He gave a loud 'Ow' and pushed me again.

* * *

I boarded the plane after Sam, all the luggage was aboard and Michael stood at the bottom of the stair, waving us off. And making sure I didn't bolt (like I would do that, my clothes were on there,).

I turned around to wave back, one longing look at my school, and a pleading look at H.M. (which was ignored with a smile from him, bastard,) and turned around and went into the plane.

Good bye old, normal, awesome life; hello freaky, weird, St. Vladimir academy, you're in for a rude awaking.

ok so if any of you have read the previse version of this story you have noticed that i changed a whole lot of things. First i changed Sam's and Lucy's relationship and made them closer together for reason that will happen later on in the story. I've also added a shitload of detail and i think this chapter came out awesomely! And holy sharkbandannas i have been taking writing classes so yes, that is why i am redoing this story. Please review and tell me what you think! thank you.