Hellooooo everyone! I just wanted to let you all know that this is about a girl named Reilly who finds her way into the Academy. This is their world shaped to be around her, so a lot of things haven't happened, everyone's alive and well, and Adrian is here. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Dammit, is this even the right direction?" I cursed, though not expecting an answer. It was supposed to be here a mile back, so why haven't I felt it? Just then I felt it, the tiny rush of power, adrenaline, magic. Finally. I have been searching for this place for ages, and only now do I feel the ward of magic signaling I have arrived at St. Vladimir's academy for Moroi and Dhampirs. In a second, a guard is on me and I am being dragged toward one of the buildings, the courtroom.

"Wow, what a welcoming committee they have here!" I exclaim, dripping with sarcasm. I get that he has to take me in to make sure I'm not an actual threat, I mean, I would too if I saw a random girl wandering about, but he can loosen his grip a little. It's an awkwardly long walk, as the building we are going to is about a mile away. "So… what's your name?" I ask in attempt to clear the awkward silence.

"Don't ask questions," he curtly replies.

I roll my eyes. It was just a question, technically one I could have the answer to if I felt like it. Let me explain, see I am the last of my species, not a Moroi, or Dhampir, or an alchemist. Now, if I'm not one of those, and I'm not human, what am I? I have no friggin' idea. But I do know I have magic. I can do this thing, like I am able to read people and know their name, personality, job, etc. However, my power doesn't stop there. I can see the future. Not like I have flashbacks, er, flashforwards, but if I touch someone and focus really hard, I can see glimpses of their future. But I can profile people with just a look, though I don't know for sure that I'm right, it's always just a hunch. Weird, right?

I look up at the guard, still gripping my arm really, really tight, and notice his face for the first time. He's got defined cheekbones just like mine. Weird, I thought. His hair was a sandy blond with loose beach curls. His hazel eyes that have been hardened by guardian training suddenly look down at my green ones, just long enough to see something flash behind them.

We reach the courthouse, only to find no one in it. "Sit," he commands with an authoritative tone. I do. His voice was honey, commanding with an undertone of nerves. He had that whole Chris Zylka thing going. He sits across from me, for a moment he looked relieved to finally be off his feet, then back to the normal guard hardness. Eddie, I think to myself. He's young, probably still in training. Then it clicks. Eddie is training today; it's his first time actually doing something, and he definitely didn't expect for this to happen.

"Who are you?" It's more an accusation than a question.

"Okay, we can skip your name, Eddie, and go straight to mine," That caught him off guard, his eyes went wide.

"How do you know my name?" So it is his name. See, profiling. Just then a man walks in and Eddie steps aside, and the man, Dimitri it seems, looks at me for a long while. I understand why, I do look different, so it makes sense. I glow. Not like, bam the sun is in my body, but I shimmer, almost as if I put a shimmering lotion all over my body. In the human world, that's exactly what people think, but in the eyes of these people, vampires, whatever they are, they can tell I'm different.

"Are you just going to stare at me, Dimitri? Or is this going somewhere?" Something faltered in his eyes, but he maintained composure, unlike dear Eddie over here.

"Who sent you here?" he finally says.

"My mother. She was killed my some strigoi a couple months ago, but I escaped. She gave me some coordinates," I pulled up my sleeve and showed the men the golden tattoo marks that do glow like the sun. "She said once I reached the place, they'd disappear. They are actually starting to fade."

"I see. Who was your mother?" I glanced at Eddie, and even I couldn't figure out that look.

"Andrea. Andrea Castellano. But everyone called her Anne. I don't have a father." I can feel my eyes about to tear up, and force them back. Now is not the time.

"I'm so sorry. Your name?" Cut and dry. No extra words.

I paused. Which one? I have had many names over the years, to protect my identity, said my mother. I almost forget which one is actually mine. Mellissa? Olivia? Adara? No, those aren't it. I look to the window, catching a glimpse of myself in the window. Reilly, I tell myself. That's who I look like.

"Reilly. Reilly Castellano."

"It's nice to meet you, Reilly. Now…"

"What am I?" I aid, seeing him struggle. He nods. "I don't know. As you have witnessed, Dimitri and Eddie, I know your names without any hint as to who you are. I can do this thing I like to call profiling, which is when I know names, attitudes, personality, body language, stuff like that from just looking at a person. And I can tell the… um… future? I guess? For a certain person. Like…" I glance at Eddie who is sitting there intrigued. I reach for his hand then pause just before. He glances at Dimitri, who, as skeptical as he is, nods. I proceed, calling upon some magic. I feel myself glow, the shimmering becoming brighter. I see Eddie, a shorter curly haired brunette girl with large eyes and tan skin, dhampir, and two pale moroi, one boy one girl. The blonde girl with jade green eyes looks to Eddie and asks where he has been. He responds, in training, and then the dhampir girl sticks out her foot and swipes at his feet. He falls, not seeing it coming. Guess training isn't good enough, she says with a laugh. The glow fades; I let go of Eddie's hand. He looks at me in something resembling awe and uncertainty.

"Go outside and find… your friends, I guess, and once someone trips you, come back." He looks at Dimitri again, and Dimitri, curious, gives him the OK.

We sit there in awkward silence until Eddie returns a few minutes later.

"Did someone trip you?" By the look on his face, I know the dhampir girl did. "Okay, so tell me if this is correct: You found your friends, a brunette dhampir and a moroi girl with blonde hair, and a moroi boy with black hair. The moroi girl asks where you were, you respond in training, the dhampir trips you and says something along the lines of 'apparently not enough training'." Dimitri smiles faintly at that. So he has a thing for the dhampir. "How did I do? By the look on your face, pretty well." I smile smugly as he wipes the look off his face.

"Come with me, Reilly. I think I can help," Dimitri says. I smile, that is the first time I have ever heard that.

So that was chapter 1. I will try to upload every other day ish. Don't forget to comment and review and follow and pm me and all that jazz!