PROLGUE
I don't know how my life reached this point in its journey. I was fairly happy. I was in no danger of turning into a blood whore. I was in a pretty stable environment. And, most importantly, my best friend was in no danger of going crazy and killing herself. Wait! Why would she do that, you ask? That's a very long story. Okay, let's start from the beginning.
My name is Rosemarie Hathaway, but I would push you off a mountain if you call me that. It's better when people call me Rose. My best friend and sister is Vasilisa Dragomir and she's the last person in her royal line. We met each other in Elementary School. Our teacher made us write both our full names, which is like climbing the Mount Everest for 5 year old little girls. I ended up calling the teacher a "fascist bastard" even though I didn't know what it meant. We have been inseparable since.
We go to school at St. Vladimir's Academy, where my Mom basically dumped me, when I was old enough to speak. Life would have been tough for any girl who had had to go through those situations. But for me, it had been a nightmare! Wanna know why? Because we, me and Lissa and our other friends, we are vampires.
Yeah, you heard that right. Vampires. There are three kinds of vampires in my world. There are the bad ones, the ones who kill for blood and all. They are the Strigoi. They can't go out in the sun. They heal real fast. That makes it a bitch to kill them! They strive on the blood of fellow species and they LOVE the blood of other vamps.
Then, there are the good vampires. You're wondering how vampires can be good, right? That's where you're going wrong. These vampires, they take blood only from willing donors. They take only less amounts. They are blessed with the ability to use elemental magic. There are four elements in which a Moroi specializes. They are, as you can imagine, Fire, Water, Air and Earth.
Lastly, there are the vampires which do not need blood to survive. These are the Dhampirs. They were created when the Moroi and humans inter mingled, a long time ago. Now, that sort of relationship is considered a taboo. Anyway, that's what I am. A Dhampir.
I like to think that we got the best of both worlds. We got the heightened senses of the Moroi and the hardiness of the humans. We can go out in the sun and we almost never fall sick. This makes up the perfect candidate to be the bodyguards to the Moroi. And that's what we do. We are called Guardians. I am training to be Lissa's guardian at St. Vladimir's Academy. Or I was.
Two years ago, me and the Dragomirs were in a car accident. Lissa's Mom and Dad died that day. Only me, Lissa and her brother, Andre survived. After this particular incident, Lissa started being depressed. She started cutting herself. A bunch of shit hit the fan. And then, I got her the hell out of there. Since I didn't know where to go, naturally, I took her to Andre. He, being the Dragomir Prince, had a house - no, a MANSION, at Rome. We went there and now, we are enrolled at a school there. Who said high school was easy?
A.N - Hey, guys! I'm pretty new here... This is the first I've uploaded a story. My first fic. So, I would really appreciate it if you people checked this out! Please, read and review. There's gonna be a big twist in the next chapter. It's gonna make this story really really different from traditional VA fics. I hope you guys like it. =)