I feel like completely and totally and indescribably terrible for stopping this story, no jokes. So here it goes, AGAIN, I hope you enjoy it and stay with me!

I own 2 horses, 2 goats, 6 dogs, Viva La Juicy perfume, and lotion but I do not own Vampire Academy.

Honestly I think I totally lucked out on getting a job as a court guardian.

The thick layers of protection are a slackers haven, it's pretty unusual for me to actually have to do any fighting. Then again I wouldn't really say I'm a "slacker" but being a guardian, not my thing. No way no how.

Aren't I just the most loyal guardian!

There's no denying it, in my personal opinion "They come first" is absolute bullshit.

You might be wondering what all the vampire, oh excuse me Moroi, hate's about. The idea that I should risk my life just so some other race, species, whatever they are wasn't drilled into my head as early as most.

You may be thinking "What an inconceivable notion!" but I didn't find out I was dhampir till I was 13 making me 7 years behind average.

My stories one of those that people make into "coming of age" novels or TV series.

It seems like my parents died in a car crash, as cliché as it seems, the same day I was born, then I was adopted by humans, gasphemy!

After a while I kind of stumbled upon the information that I was in fact not a normal human but actually a freaky super-race who's purpose was to protect Moroi (vampires).

Let's just say I wasn't exactly singing hallelujah to the heavens, but that's another story.

Back to the subject, not that there's a definite one in the first place, I'm hoping you adapt to my rants, we won't get along if you can't.

On the other hand who wouldn't be stoked to find out you're a badass vampire slayer, just because it flew out of no where didn't muddle the awesomeness of the ironic situation.

Which leads me here, to the court coffee shop, my dorm away from dorm you could say.

Of course as I glance at my watch (I'd rather just look at my phone but dhampirs are required to have actual watches. Bleh.) those god forsaken little numbers inform me I need to be across court in about 4 minutes.

"God damn shit, fuck my life, god damn shit!" I say to myself while grabbing all my stuff shoving papers in folders and what not, creating a huge scene, it's the Novah (me) way you could say. "See you tomorrow Rebecca!" I say to the cashier which comes out more like "She voo marrowf Rebemecas" because of the pen between my teeth.

As I slam my weight into the door and it shoves open reluctantly the wind blows in my face, now I will not only be late but my hair will make me look like a lion caught in a Kansas twister. Isn't this my lucky day.

Then, as if I needed it, everything in my arms goes tumbling down to the ground, "Fuck my life!" I growl in frustration and gather everything back in it's rightful un-orderly place. I spoke too soon.

This is my life: forgetting things, loosing track of time, and then scrambling to get somewhere. I don't exactly know why it's like this, why I always get wrapped up in writing or reading, my job is so easily shoved to the back of my brain, it shouldn't be like this. My job, well it's not too shitty, it can be fun, it can be exhilarating, it can be glorious, and let's not forget, I don't have many more options.

Being late is a usual thing for me, I suck I know, yeah I'm ashamed. In reality I do wish I could be a better guardian like that chick Rose something everyone's always talking about.

Back to our dramatic moment: Down a hallway, turn a corner, I'm running as fast as my little god forsaken legs will carry me, sigh of relief as I reach my post, nothing wrong with being a couple minutes late; I'm only human…. never mind.

Well my relief was short-lived when I saw my supervisor glaring at me. "Fuck. My. Life." Is pretty much all that's running through my head as I catch my breath "Guardian Miraz I'm so sorry, it'll never happen again, you can count on me. There was just this emergency with the dinosuars on the roof and oh god that peanut butter it was- I'll spare you the gruesome details. My has anyone told you how- Guardian-ish you look today? Not many people can pull off such a horrible cold menacing stare but dammit you got it down pretty great. Did I just say dammit? Wow please do excuse my language, I think I my cold is bringing on deliria." I then proceeded to sniffle and cough. This is pretty much what sums up a hot mess.

"Guardian Chaste." Mira said sternly. He didn't look as pissed off as you would've imagined seeing as I was late for the umpteenth time and I just said about 500 words in 3 minutes.

"You've got a charge." Those 4 words brought on as much of a range of emotions as if he wouldn't said "I'm a purple chicken.

I was pissed, what's wrong with these people thinking they could just uproot someone's life at any given time for their convienince?

I was worried, what if I got some annoying royal who not only expected me to protect them but to be their personal slave? I'd like to see them try and order me around.

I was happy, maybe I could give my best effort and who knows I might actually be pretty kick ass at being an actual guardian.

Lastly, I was scared shitless..

This chapter is so short mainly because I didn't want to go too deep in everything when I just now picked the story back up and I haven't read Vampire Academy in literally a year. So please sub, there will absolutely be more to come!

Hope you like it!

Bunches of Lovin,

Madison