Um, Ok I am going to try this. Hope you like it. To listen to music I like while I write this go to and look up MissMorbidKitty. I have three playlists: Panic! At The Disco, Cool music, and Music I like.
Running, always running. Right now I'm running from all the ones I know and love. Lissa, my best friend, my sister, the one who I have some weird connection with, I am running from her and all our friends. Being away from Lissa feels like a have a hole punched in my chest, or I am missing something. I miss her so much, I miss all my friends, but I can't go back there. They want something from me that I don't want to give. The world is fucked up now. It used to be okay, but that was before the strigoi killed more than half the dhampir population. They needed guardians and breeders. The males are automatically guardians because they won't help the population; dhampirs can't reproduce with each other. The females are tested. Their whole life they learn to fight, if they are lucky. I wasn't lucky. My mom just kept me in our town, where I went to human school with Lissa. Well, it was mostly human. There were moroi and dhampirs. But, when girl dhampirs hit puberty they are tested on their fighting skills. If they didn't pass they were made into breeders, who start the breeding when they are old enough: around fourteen or fifteen. They are stuck up with one or two moroi men to breed until menopause. Horrible, I know. But, when the royal moroi get paranoid, everyone under them has to suffer.
I am now running of course. I am in California. I was in my apartment, studying. I hate school, but I now have to provide for myself. I have a job, but that won't keep me in my apartment, fed, forever. But, somehow the guardians found me. I steal some boy's keys; I know him and his car. He gave me a ride from school. Now all I have to do is run four blocks, unlock the door, and get the hell out of here. I am two blocks away and here footsteps coming after me, they are fast. I speed up, my bare feet and lungs screaming in protest. One block from the car, a short man steps in front of me and he grabs me. I bite his hand and kick him in the no-no spot. I run again. Right when I grab the door handle, arms wrap around me.
"Let me go!" I yell. I wriggle out of the grip and I see I am cornered by seven guardians. "Why can't you just leave me alone? What's one dhampir to you? I'm just one person, I don't matter that much!"
"We are here to take you to the academy, Rosemarie Hathaway." The tall guy who grabbed me says.
"Well, I don't want to go!" I snap.
"Not, even for Lissa and your other friends?" he asks. Lissa, oh God how I wanted to just sit and talk with her; catch up and see how her life has been for the three years I've been gone.
"No, I don't want to go back," I whisper.
"Well, you have no choice." One of the guardians says. I know I have no chance with tall guy, so I go for the short guy whose crotch I kicked. I jump at him. He goes to push me but I shove two my fingers in his mouth and pull, careful to keep my fingers in front of his teeth; it is a street fighting move I picked up. I drag him around like a puppy. I punch him and ignore the pain in my hand. I dash towards the car. I pull the keys out of my pocket. I get to the driver's side. I try to get the right key but I hand is shaking. Someone wraps grips my wrists and pulls them behind my back. I feel cool metal and here the quiet click, click, click of handcuffs, dang it.
"Damn you for dragging me back to that hellhole," I snarl. He drags me the private plane. He sits me in the window seat and sits beside me. He takes the cuffs off. I jump up and he pulls me back down and handcuffs me to the seat. The plane starts and all hope is lost. I slump in my seat.
"Were you going to attack all of us?" he asks.
"Of course not, I can't fight, but I was going to run." I snap.
"If you can't fight then why are we coming after you to be a guardian?" he asks.
"Are you stupid? I failed the test. I am not going to be a guardian. Why do you think I ran?" I snarl.
"You're….a breeder?" he whispers.
"No shit Sherlock, if I was a guardian do you think I would have run? You have it easy. You are a guardian no matter what. I didn't have a chance. My mom locked my up in our house. I went to a school with humans. I never learned to fight." I say. I turn my head away from him as a sign of I don't want to talk. A few hours later the plane lands and my heart drops to my torn, bare feet.