Summary-

After evidence is found linking a notorious gang- the Strigoi- to a series of killings, the leader of the Strigoi is bent of destroying all evidence. By killing the only people who can identify the Strigoi- Abe Mazur and his wife Janine Hathaway leaders of an opposing gang, the Moroi- their identities are safe. However what the Strigoi don't know is that they left behind the daughter to the couple, Rose Hathaway- Mazur, and she witnessed the whole murder and who the killers were. The rest of the Moroi are bent on protecting Rose from a fate worse than death if the Strigoi get a hold of her. By doing so they put a young agent on Rose to protect her at all times- Dimitri Belikov- who will be acting as her brother for the sake of Roses protection. However, does Rose have feelings towards her new protector? And when there is said to be a spy inside the Moroi gang who is it? Rose has to move countries and change her name for survival; all she has to do is survive a few months until the trial. But, can Rose live that long without the Strigoi finding her? And, by moving, has Rose endangered all her new friends too? Rose is the key to taking down the Strigoi, but if the Strigoi get to her before the trial then all efforts to take down the gang will be wasted. All human.

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STORY-

Abe Mazur walked up to the small group of people and waited for silence throughout the room. He held his head high and glanced at each and every one of his colleagues. He nodded his head politely as he met some of their eyes.

"We've finally got it!" he said to the small group triumphantly. "We have enough evidence to take down not only the leader of the Strigoi but also most of its gang members!" the small group of people cheered happily. "As you know, myself and my wife have been following the leader of the gang, Nathan, for a while now. And it was proved worthwhile. Last night, Nathan went to an old factory on the marina. There he spoke to at least twenty of his co-workers. We have footage at my home displaying the identities of those who attended this meeting!"

Everyone in the small room had broad smiles on their faces. They had been waiting for years to take down the notorious gang who were ruthless killers and were wreaking havoc in the small town. The Moroi gang did the jobs that the police were either unprepared to do or didn't know that it needed to be done. This was their one and only chance to take down the Strigoi.

A middle aged woman stepped forward with light brown hair and green eyes that were gleaming with victory. "Sir, is it safe for you to keep the evidence in your house?" she asked hesitantly. The last thing she wanted to do was annoy her boss, however she felt the need to remind him to be cautious. What, with a 16 year old teenager in his house as well.

"Alberta, once again your kindness towards my family astounds me." He smiled at her showing that he wasn't bothered by the comment and continued, "The evidence is well hidden. But, if your comment was more directed towards my daughter's safety then I will assure you, should something go wrong, she will be well protected. If me and my wife are killed, don't cancel the trial, the trial will continue as normal but with my daughter in place of us."

He spoke so calmly of his and his wife's safety that it shocked Alberta. However she continued to ask questions. "How do you intend on ensuring that the evidence won't be found? Even after your death? Should you be killed"

"Don't worry; everything will be taken care of, I assure you, Alberta." With that he dismissed the small group of people. He knew full well that something could indeed happen to him and his wife. He could only hope that his daughter would be spared. He pulled Alberta aside before she left the room. "Alberta, can you do me a favour?" he asked, she nodded her head, so, he continued, "If something does happen to my wife and myself, protect my daughter for me? She will be given your number and I ask you to protect her by getting her out of this city and somewhere safe."

"Sir, what makes you so sure that something will happen to you and your wife?" she questioned curiously.

"I have been given word of a possible spy. Do you have the names of all the people who attended this meeting?" Alberta nodded her head, "Good, because I have asked each and everyone one of them not to tell a soul about what I just told them and I said that if they did tell someone about this they would be killed without a second thought. But, what they don't know is that this is also a test. Should the Strigoi find out about this evidence then you and I both know that it was someone in this room who told them. It's a way of narrowing down our suspects. And, if the Strigoi don't attack before the trial I will think up some fake evidence afterwards and tell different people about it." Abe trusted Alberta more than anyone else- apart from his wife- he had known her for years. She had gained his trust, that's why he trusted her with this classified information. She was the only one he could trust with his daughter's life if something went wrong.

"Sir, I'm not sure I like the thought of you gambling your family's lives on this." Alberta said quietly.

"I've talked this through with my wife; she was hesitant at first but knew it was the only way to find out who the spy is. But, just one more favour, please, if my wife and I are killed, tell my daughter that we love her. And explain to her the situation. She'll know how to find the evidence. I believe in her."

Alberta nodded her head curtly and left Abe to his thoughts.

Abe hung his head, knowing that this could be very dangerous. But, he had to do what he had to do. And he trusted that Alberta would keep his daughter safe.

Two days later...

"Happy Birthday!" my parents yelled as they burst into my room, effectively waking me up. I groaned and covered my face with my pillow. But the smell of pancakes wafted into my room

"Can I smell what I think I can smell?" I asked sitting up facing my parents. They each had wide smiles on their faces.

My mum's a work-a-holic, she hardly ever comes home. But, apparently my 16th Birthday was a big enough event. I'm not sure whether I liked that. She worked as a bodyguard to some rich politician, but he had so many guards that mum coming home and living a little wouldn't really make a difference, however she remained loyal to him. My mum's short, shorter than me and that's saying something. She had brown hair that hung loosely at her shoulders. My dad, who had his hand in hers, was taller than both of us. He's also a working kind of man, but his job remains a mystery to me. My parents always told me that I would find out when the time was right. I was 16 and I was still not old enough to know!

"That depends on what you think you can smell." Dad replied, "If you think you can smell your mother's BO I'd say, definitely, yes." Dad continued despite mum playfully hitting him. "However, if you can smell pancakes, I'd say go look for yourself."

I did just that, I threw off my covers and quickly walked up to my cupboard and got out my favourite short shorts and a simple top. I walked past my parents and out my cream coloured door into the bathroom that was situated at the far back of the hall. I quickly changed and walked down the narrow steps and straight into the dining room where in the middle of the table sat a pile of- at least- 20 perfectly cooked pancakes stacked on top of one another. Next to the plate were bottles of jam, maple syrup, golden syrup, and honey. I took my usual seat at the head of the table and didn't bother to wait for my parents. I dug in.

It took me 10 minutes to eat 5 pancakes that were drowned in maple syrup. By then I was full. My parents were left to devour the rest of the pancakes. I just sat there patiently and talked to them about school and other boring stuff like that.

"Alright, I think it's time," Mum said standing up, she reached into her back pocket and retrieved a small, black box. She handed it to me and I opened it.

Inside was a beautiful silver locket incrusted with gold on the front which was surrounding my name which was engraved in curly writing; Rose. I smiled to myself as I opened the locket- it opened downwards- to find there was no picture. However I soon realised that I had to fold out the small silver bit and it revealed a picture of my dad smiling and another picture of the three of us. I unfolded another silver bit to which was attached to the bottom half of the locket it revealed two other pictures one. The one on the bottom was a picture of me and the one attached to it was a picture of my mother. It was such a beautiful locket that it brought tears to my eyes.

"Thank you so much!" I gushed; I hugged each of my parents in turn. I put it around my neck and the cool jewellery felt nice against my warm skin, it felt like it belonged there or something.

However, before my parents could reply, I heard the sound of a car door slamming just outside our house. "We're not expecting anyone, are we?" my mum asked carefully.

Dad shook his head and walked over to the window to get a look outside. "Janine," was all he said, however mum seemed to understand. She grabbed my wrist started pulling me up the stairs.

"No, there's no time. Hide her down here." Dad said hurriedly.

Hide? What the hell? "Mum, what's going on?" I whispered; I knew something serious was happening but I just didn't know what, or why.

"Sweetheart, there's something we haven't told you." Mum replied while dragging me into the study and shoving me under the desk. Mum grabbed a small piece of paper out of her pocket and put it into my hand. "When it's safe, call this number. Tell the person who answers that the Strigoi have come. And tell her what happened. Alberta will know what to do." Mum turned to leave but I grabbed her wrist.

"Mum, how will I know when it's safe?" I whispered, my voice sounded frightened. Just like I was.

"You'll know," was her reply but she added, "We both love you," quietly. I returned the words to her and then she wrenched her wrist out of my grip. She quietly closed the study door, and I decided to crawl out from under the desk and try to see what was going on. I lay down on the ground and peeked under the door. I could see my parents waiting anxiously before the front entrance, hand in hand.

I was alone, not knowing what to expect. I sat listening to every little sound that came from the house. I heard a loud bang followed by another, as the door was knocked off its hinges. I suppressed the urge to scream, barely. I covered my mouth with my hand.

A man stepped through the door wearing all black. He had on black sunglasses and his facial features were very angular and well proportioned. He was very scary looking and was at least 6 foot tall. He had shoulder length blonde hair that hung over the side of his face. He towered over my father angrily.

"Nathan, be careful with the house!" my father said hastily.

The man replied, "You won't have much need of it where you're going." It sounded...strange. Tense and anxious, but also excited?

"Please," my father had resorted to begging. "You can kill me, but please, spare my wife!"

KILL? Tears swelled in my eyes, and poured down my cheeks. The man who was still standing in the door way produced a gun. I held onto my locket as a sign of hope, wishing that nothing would happen to them. They couldn't die! They were supposed to be there when I graduated and when I got married and if I had kids! I needed them to tell me that everything would be okay, I needed them to hug me, I needed them! But, I knew by the way that they held each other's hands that this man was the real deal. That he would kill my parents; he wasn't just trying to scare them.

I clenched my eyes shut, not wanting to see the scene unfold. I jumped as a gunshot echoed through the silent house. My mother screamed and I heard her crying, then another shot sounded. All was silent for a moment, until I heard footsteps retreating out of the house.

I willed my body to move, to go and help my parents, but my body had shut down. All I was capable of doing was lying there crying. All I could do was remember all the times I had said mean things to my parents or had annoyed, offended or hurt them. My mind focused on all the bad things I had done, and now all I wanted to do was go back in time and relive those moments, but better. Make sure I never hurt them, make sure they knew that I didn't take them for granted, and make sure they knew that I loved them. But, no matter how much I wanted to go back in time, there was no way. They were gone...forever. I knew that there was nothing I could do, I knew that both my parents had been murdered, but, by whom I had no idea.