Ok. With my busy life, I don't have time to keep writing a big, long story and keep uploading chapters, I just can't. So I'm going to write some one-shots for you. All in the VA world.

I hope you like what I write and I'd like you to tell me what you think.

This is the very first one. It's called 'Dreams, or Reality'. -Rose

Sunlight. For the first time in so long I was able to enjoy it. Warmth and light hitting my bare skin, making it grow hot and sensitive. It seeped through the clothes I wore, heating me all over. I loved every second of it.

I opened my eyes and was almost blinded by the bright, radiant sun. I blinked several times, trying to adjust my eyes to their new surroundings. Green. Emerald green everywhere. Splashes of random colours were dispersed around the area sporadically where flowers grew. Long green grass flowed around my legs as the wind blew lazily around-what I now realized to be-a meadow.

I stood near the edge, looking in. And was slightly puzzled and perplexed at what I saw.

Me.

And Dimitri. Dimitri and I with three little children running energetically beside us.

That couldn't be possible. In any way so. A; because I couldn't have children with another dhampir-and they were the spitting image of Dimitri and I. B; because I wasn't Lissa. I was in my own body. Wasn't I?

I was standing in sunlight. Lots of it. If I were moroi, this would be incredibly uncomfortable. But I was fine. And I could tell-without looking down-that I was definitely in my own body. I could feel years worth of hard, lean muscle, built up underneath my skin. I felt my long, dark hair, flowing melodically with the breeze, wavy back and forth.

But how was I standing here, watching this? It was impossible.

No not impossible, a calm voice inside my head whispered. Just highly improbable. I had no idea where the voice came from, nor did I really care. I wasn't paying attention to it. All of my attention was now solely focussed on the family in the middle of the field.

Mesmerizing. Happy. I stared, transfixed at the scene forming before my eyes. Dimitri was running playfully alongside two of the three children. The eldest of the two was a beautiful young girl, about fourteen in age. She was like a younger version of me. Big, dark eyes, an exact copy of my own. She was surrounded in silky, flowing mane of chocolate curls. She wore a rich purple dress that twirled and ebbed with her every, graceful movement. Even though she was just like me in every aspect of her appearance, it was clear that she took after her father. She was laughing now. She stood still, arms crossed across her chest, a soft, angelic sound protruding from her lips as she stood watching her father and younger brother. The sound, so soft and sweet, reached my ears and brought hot tears to my eyes. That laughing tune struck a chord in my heart, making my chest hurt, and bringing feelings I didn't recognise to the forefront of my mind.

The next one along was a young boy, he looked about eleven or twelve. It was clear at first glance that he most certainly had my attitude and disposition. However, he truly did look like Dimitri. His hair was shorter though, and his eyes were a tad darker. He most definitely gained his father's immense height though, he was far off from being the same height, but was certainly taller than any normal eleven year old. Currently he was attempting a tackle aimed at his father. This was what had caused his elder sister laugh so much, but, nonetheless, he kept trying to knock his father to the ground.

Dimitri was taking it easy on him, but after a minute of a futile struggle, the boy ended on the ground, rolling through the grass, attempting to escape from his god-like father.

I turned my attention away from them to look at the remaining half of the family.

There I stood. Long hair flowered out around me, eyes sparkling with amusement and love. Pure love.

I was barefoot. Sporting a deep, forest green sweater dress, showing off my tanned dhampir legs. I wore a baggy hoodie over the dress, accompanied with a silver locket hanging around my neck. Lissa's chotki hung loftily from my wrist and it was then that I noticed the shining, silver rings adorned upon both mine and Dimitri's left hand. We were married.

Not only that, but with three children. The third child sat cradled in my arms. She looked three, maybe four years old. Not old enough to start school. Her hair was darker, almost completely black, it hung halfway down her back in soft, smooth ringlets. Deep chocolate eyes and lightly tanned skin, she was a mix of both parents. Neither looking completely like one or the other.

She held on to me diligently, not wanting to be let go. She clutched my silver locket in one hand, the other strung around my neck, playing with my hair. She too laughed at the playful sight in the middle of the meadow.

I would have laughed at it too had I not been so utterly bewildered and confused. Dimitri and I were dhampirs. We couldn't procreate. How could we have ever gotten married and still remained in the moroi community, while I was still Lissa's guardian? It was impossible. I couldn't marry Dimitri and have children with him, the moroi wouldn't allow it.

Suddenly a thought slammed back into me.

None of this could happen. I knew perfectly well that Dimitri and I could never have children together, but there was always a fantasy of us getting married and being with each other forever.

But that was impossible. Dimitri was a strigoi. A strigoi who was after me, who wanted nothing now but to hunt me down and kill me, he wouldn't rest until he had shed my blood.

The bright blue sky dimmed and the sun was nowhere to be seen. The five figures in the clearing now stared directly at me, whereas before it was as if I had simply been watching a film. They sent dark looks towards me, as if I were a threat they wished to eliminate immediately. The sweet, innocent little girl who so desperately clutched her mother was crying. Her young face etched with terror. I felt like dying. My insides were screaming at me in pain. My chest ached unbearably, my heart pounded inside my ribcage; it pounded so hard I thought I might explode.

My head shot up to look at Dimitri. All gorgeous six foot seven of him. He stood tall and imperious looking, hands clenched by his sides, guardian mask firmly in place, slipping slightly as it always did around me. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, loose bits slipping out from its tie and framing his face. He wore the big leather duster I always teased him about. A stake hung from his belt. He was exactly as I had always remembered him.

Except he wasn't.

There were red rings around the pupils of his eyes now, a menacing and dangerous look to them. As I watched his skin paled, turning a sickly, death white.

His children backed away from him, looking terrified. The version of me stood there, cradling that little girl to my chest. She screamed at the children to run, and they took her orders, taking the little girl with them while their mother stayed behind to fight.

She ran towards Dimitri, attempting to catch him off guard, but she didn't. She couldn't dodge his attack fast enough and got thrown to the ground . . . hard. She was immobilised for a few moments, enough time for him to advance on the children. I screamed out, just as the other Rose did. I was paralysed, I couldn't move. I could only stand and watch.

The mother got up and ran towards her children, screaming for them-but it was too late. Their petrified screams filled the air.

I finally unfroze and ran onto the scene, only to have it shatter upon my entrance. It twisted and changed, morphing into something else.

I stood on a bank by the water in the eerie night air. I looked up and nearly screamed at what I saw. Dimitri and I, on the bridge. Him catching me as I jumped and pulling me back up, my stake, driving its way into his chest, just slightly askew. Him falling into the dark, black, endless water.

I screamed. I really screamed.

I sat up, gasping and panting, desperately need air to fill my lungs. My legs were entwined and tangled with the sheets on my bed, a thick layer of sweat coated my skin, causing my clothes to stick to me uncomfortably. My face was wet, covered in tears.

I looked around the room, realising it had all been a dream. A horrible, horrible nightmare. I was back at the academy.

I was dating Adrian, Lissa and Christian broke up. I know who my father is. And Dimitri's hunting me, waiting for me to cross the wards.

It was all just a dream. None of it was real. Just a dream. Just a dream.