Author's Note: Okay, so, I'm pretty new at this and this story will probably be pretty horrid but... Ah, here's how things are going. This is a story about Jill, with lots of Eddie too (because I love them). Although I love Richelle's writings, I can't help but to feel annoyed at everything Sydney-centric. How is it that Jill died and came back to life Shadow-Kissed and is functioning quite normally with only a few flaws? It just doesn't seem possible plus Jill is my favorite character. If there's any Rose-bashing in this story, I apologize but I feel as if it is just.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Vampire Academy or Bloodlines series. If I did, I'd be an awesome ginger (I love red hair). The original plot line and characters belong to Ginger-Queen Richelle Mead.

Breaking Spirit

Prologue

Dim shades of purple and pink filtered streakily across the early morning sky, a bright Sun just beginning to rise in the the vast horizon. Throughout the eastern side of the United States, families everywhere were starting their day-to-day chain of actions. Breakfast was being placed onto tables and children were groggily shouting out their complaints about having to attend school so early in the morning. That was, at least, the boring reality of life in the human world. A reality that Jillian Mastrano Dragomir so wished for at the moment.

You see, Jillian was part of an inhuman species named the Moroi. They were the second closest things to what the humans dubbed vampires though there were differences between the two things. Unlike true vampires, the Moroi could walk in the sunlight (even if it caused much discomfort) and they could live off "human food" along with the very delightful blood. Moroi were tall and beautiful, pale and ethereal. They shined with a kind of supernatural beauty that lured others in but they, contrary to popular belief, were not deadly to humanity. In fact, they would never dare commit the horrors that the humans believed them to. At least, Jill wouldn't. It was sinful behavior like that which terrified her to her very core and made it so that she had to be awake during the daylight hours.

'If only people were not so cruel', she thought, 'then I could return home and…' And what? There was nothing there for her. Her birth mother had already made it quite obvious that they were better off without her. "They" being her mother and Jill's stepfather John Mastrano who could probably live in their own extended honeymoon without her there.

"Princess?" The faint voice of her newly-appointed guardian rang in her ears and she turned slowly, forcing a small smile onto her face. The boy, not much older than her, was walking towards her with the urgency he always possessed in that tense body of his. "Princess, it is almost time to-"

"It's Jill." She interrupted him, the fake smile quickly turning into a genuine grimace. Jill had long grown sick of all the formalities in the Royal Court and besides, she wasn't really a princess. She was born to Emily Mastrano, not Eric freaking Dragomir. If not for any of the stupid ruling laws, Jill wouldn't even have to be at court. She could attend St. Vladimir's like she normally did and…

And she'd still be treated differently than she had been before. Because everything, even at school, was about status and bloodlines. Maybe if she would've been born a Dhampir instead of a Moroi life would've been easier. Even being Eric Dragomir's child wouldn't have meant anything had she been a Dhampir.

Dhampirs were half-vampire, half-human. Originally born from a union between a moroi and human, it was now much more common for them to be born between Moroi and other Dhampirs. In Jill's opinion they were the luckiest of the types of vampires. They were strong and brave and admirable in every way possible. The Dhampirs were allowed to fight and stand up for themselves and (though Jill didn't exactly agree with it) their Moroi assignments. Jill would much rather defend herself than to have to rely on somebody else to do it, even if it meant that she…

'No', she chided herself, 'I promised myself that I wouldn't think of it. I can't think of it. Stop. Please just-'

"Stop!" She screamed out suddenly, her hands grasping at her aching head. A wave of dizziness fell upon her and she had of collapsed to her knees if it weren't for the guardians flocking her from every side. Her eyes blinked as if trying to clear out a blurry image but she was, in fact, trying to get rid of a memory.

"Princ…" Her guardian stopped himself at her sharpened glance. "Jill," he amended, taking her into his own hold, "It's okay. You're okay."

She wanted to tell him that she wasn't ever going to be okay but decided to hold her tongue in case the other surrounding guardians decided to start rumors. That was the last thing anybody in her family needed- a crazy teenager. Her newly crowned sister Vasilisa already had too much on her plate as it was.

So instead Jill smiled brightly and gently pushed away the hands of her own assigned guardian. She could see the confusion in his eyes for a split second before they became emotionless again which was the average guardian stare.

"Sorry." She said, her voice accompanied by a giggle that sounded foreign to her own ears, "I thought I saw a spider coming towards me but it must be my tiredness. I didn't mean to alarm anybody."

Eddie stared at her for a few long seconds before nodding curtly. "Okay. Well, it's time to go now. The cars are ready and Rose has been impatiently demanding your presence for the past fifteen or so minutes."

And so began the new life.