A/N: I do not - in any way, shape, or form - own the Vampire Academy series nor it's characters, no matter how much I wish I could take credit for this awesome series. All legal rights go to Richelle Mead.

Chapter One

Lissa was running through the office, as the make-up artist it was her job to make sure everyone's make up was perfect and that not a single wrinkle lined their clothing. I smiled humorously as she continued to run back and forth across the set with an anxious expression.

With sweating beading on her forehead, she finally added the final touch to one of the main actors before shooing him to the stage.

The cameras were set up and we were finally able to shoot the last shot for the new movie that the critics were saying would be the "funniest of the decade". No offense to the actors, but the plot line was dumb and humorless. Well, at least that's what I thought.

After the director was satisfied, the whistle blew and the actors all sagged visibly, lines of exhaustion lining their weary faces. The protagonist played by an attractive actor named Xander, smirked at me as he stepped off the set, "Rose. Still joining us for those drinks?"

"Absolutely." I smirked as his eyes glowed with a mischievous gleam and inwardly giggled. This young thing thought he was going to get a piece of me. He hardly looked past twenty. I winked at him and he smirked again, before disappearing in the make up rooms.

I set off to my office and quickly packed up my bags, stuffing my current projects and laptop into my messenger bag before grabbing my heels and locking up my office.

I met Lissa in the parking lot, the moon shining and allowing light in the dimly lit lot. She smiled at me, bags having formed under her eyes from the long hours we'd been pushing to wrap up the new film. Yawning, she dropped her stuff into the back of her car.

"God, I can't wait to finish this film. I am exhausted." She pressed the palm of her hands into her eyes as she leaned heavily against the trunk of her car. Shifting restlessly on my feet, I nodded in agreement. It had definitely been a hard week.

"Got that right." A thought sprang into my mind and I blinked, "Hey, have you heard anything about the new producer?"

"Oh, I've been meaning to tell you! I can't believe I forgot. You will not believe who it is." Her jade green eyes twinkled with the secret of the unknown producer and my curiosity spiked, what could extract such enthusiasm from sweet, modest Lissa?

"Who?"

"Natasha Ozera, Christian's aunt." The small smile that had formed on my lips immediately dropped. No! It wasn't like she'd had to further her explanation, Natasha Ozera was the only Tasha that I knew.

I loathed that woman. Not that she had really done anything personally but she was just a straight up bitchy slut. With barely concealed distaste, I nodded offhandedly to Lissa. She was still smirking and I felt a quench of jealousy that somebody else could make my best friend smile like that. Only me. And Christian, her boyfriend.

"Well, I'm going to head home so that I can get ready for the nightclub. Are you coming?" She immediately shook her head.

"Honestly? Christian is on a business trip and I plan on taking a hot bath with candles before going to bed." I smiled at her and nodded, thoughts for Tasha disappearing and I chuckled quietly.

"Alright, well I'll see you Monday, okay?" Lissa nodded, we hugged tightly.

"Love you, Rose." She murmured into my dark hair.

"You too." I whispered back as she stepped into her car and drove off a few seconds later. I sighed and went to my own car, my 1969 Camaro. And electric blue with two white stripes going down the middle. My pride and joy which I'd gotten upon my arrival to LA.

Smiling, I stroked the leather seats before turning the key in the ignition and racing off to my apartment.