Set just before the begin of bloodlines. I always had a dream of writing actual fanfiction instead of lurking in the shadows like strigoi and reading everyone elses stories. I finally got some time, and I started writing bloodlines in Adrian's person of view. Because the action for Adrian begins before Sydney comes to Palm Springs, I decided I'd start at the dinner Jill was attacked. Oh, and yeah, Richelle Mead is the almighty goddess behind the moroi/strigoi/dhampir world and owns all.

I was still sitting on my chair by the table, staring at the exquisitely designed flower-shaped bowl of garlic-crème-something that was standing in front at me, tracing the shape of the porcelain leaves with my eyes while my feelings clashed inside of me. Roses beautiful features, the sound of her laughter and her sparkling brown eyes. The happiness and the love I had felt for her, and the devastating pain, and sadness that followed when she had torn my heart out.

I downed my third glass of champagne, the only alcoholic drink my father had allowed me on this dinner with the two Dragomirs, of whom one was our brand new queen Lissa. She was Rose's best friend. Sigh. Rose… Beautiful smile… Sparkling eyes… Heartbreak. God, I would need at least three more of those stupid bottles of light bubbly alcohol, before I could finally let myself drown in drunk numbness, and would be able to peacefully entertain my tablemates with ramble about skeletons on motorbikes.

So, I was just about to earn another disapproving look from my father by refilling my glass (I sometimes liked to fantasize that one day I would photograph every way my dad could look angry and disappointed, and put them in a gallery, so people besides myself would get to enjoy his seemingly endless ways to frown, and I'd make a huge amount of money from people who'd pay to admire my extended collection) when it happened. The large window in the royal dining room shattered, and cold wind from outside blew in my face, awakening me from the slight alcoholic daze that I had already accomplished. From the gap now emerged a group of masked moroi, armed with pointy daggers that appeared to be related to the stakes guardians use.

Speaking of guardians, every single one in the room shot up from their seats by the table in the back, and moved towards Lissa so fast that it was like they were metal paperclips, and she was a super strong magnet. And it certainly looked like the attackers were coming for her...

Then, suddenly, all at once, like they were rehearsing some sort of Michael Jackson videoclip, they all turned around on their heels, and in the blink of an eye, one of them had gotten a hold of Jill Dragomir, Lissa's only just discovered sister, and lifted his dagger. My eyes widened in fear and shock, as I saw the dagger move in lightning speed, towards the girl that I considered my little sister, and saw the razor sharp blade break through the soft satin of the dress she wore, piercing her skin.

Her scream was deafening. It was only then that I noticed I had been wrong when I'd thought that all of the guardians went for Lissa. One sole guardian had gone for Jill instead.

Eddie Castile was shoving the masked dinner-party-crashers aside in a desperate attempt to reach the Moroi girl before it was too late. As I saw him fighting them, I realized that I had been standing completely still, frozen by shock and horror. I immediately ran towards Jill as well, crashing into one of our attackers. I certainly wasn't a fighter, but I had to see that Jill was okay. So I shoved my way through our moroi attackers and guardians, working toward the spot where she lay on the floor, her blue gown soaked in red. Her eyes were staring into the distance, not seeing anything.

"Jill, Please, Jill, say something! Jill!" I yelled at her repeating her name over and over again. I gazed into her eyes, waiting for a response, a sign, anything at all, that she recognized me. But her gaze stayed blank. I pressed my hands to the wound in her chest and pressed it. The magic flooded me, and I felt the euphoria of using spirit take over. A golden glow, that was what it looked like when I saw spirit in someone's aura. But it didn't only look like that, it felt like that too. Soft gold surrounding my mind, my body, lighting me up to incredible heights. The metaphor only reminded me of how far I could fall down again, when the thrill of using magic was past. But I didn't linger on that thought very long. The fighting around us gradually slowed down, but I barely noticed. All I saw, were Jill's eyes, as she gazed up at me in wonder. The last thing I remember is tracing the movement of her lips as she whispered me a soundless "thank you."

I must have passed out after that, because I don't remember going home.

...

I was lying in my own bed, and I opened my eyes slowly. My mother was sitting in the spinning chair in my room, which, strangely was red, instead of the light green color I could have sworn it'd had yesterday. But it didn't matter. I felt so happy to see my mother. I wanted to throw my arms around her and hold her forever, but my head spun as I tried to sit up. Wow, how much, and what, had I actually drunk last night?

I immediately noticed something was wrong. My mother's soft features seemed hardened, and it was only when I met her stare that I realized she looked angry. Which was strange. Danielle Ivashkov didn't get angry. She got upset. Getting angry at me was more my dad's thing. "What's wrong..", I groaned, wishing I 'd sound more coherent. My vision blurred for a second, as I heard her reply "What isn't wrong. You surely must know. All my life.., All my life I have done everything a loving and caring mother would do. I never showed my sadness."She turned away.

"I would not complain when you came home with some girl without self-respect, or if you threw up in my expensive ming dynasty vase, again. Or that time when you got drunk, and decided it might be good if you washed your clothes using vodka instead of soap, and kept telling me the smell would suit your personality better. But now I'm done. I will not accept your behavior any longer."

I had never seen my mother this angry, and for once, I didn't have a quick retort. When I didn't respond, she carried on.

"Endless nights, I cried over you, wondering what I did wrong. But now I realize, there is nothing I could have done. It's you." As she spoke, her voice started sounding lower than I'd ever heard. It was my father's voice, even though he wasn't there, and my mother's lips where moving in sync with the words.

"I would want anyone, anyone but you as a son. You ruined my life." My mother's distorted voice was filled with bitterness, and for the first time in years, I felt tears sting behind my eyes..

A movement woke me. Jill sat on the edge of my bed, shaking my shoulder. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "It's just a dream, wake up, Adrian, please!"

I looked up at her, torn and confused. Then I realized something. "I think I ruined my mother's life." I told Jill. "But now she's gone, and you are here. Are you really here?"

"You didn't ruin Mrs. Ivashkovs life. "Jill responded in a soft voice, trying not to sob between words. "It was just a dream. But I'm really here. And you are the only reason for that."

I realized something else. "You died yesterday. You were dead. And then.."

"Then you brought me back." Said Jill. It all started to come back to me now. Healing Jill. And my mother, she couldn't have been here. She was locked up somewhere. It all came back to me now. And it also explained the dream. I groaned. "Spirit dream." Of course, spirit couldn't just bother me while I was awake. It had to mess with my subconscious too.

"Why are you crying?" I asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." she said, "Now that you're awake, I am. That dream was terrible. You must feel horrible after hearing that.. But it's not true. I'm sure your mother still loves you."

She spoke at high speed now, tears still in her huge eyes. "Wait.." How do you know about.."

And then.. a sudden clarity hit me. "You knew what I was dreaming. You were crying about it. Lissa brought Rose back. And they were bonded after that. Which means.."

Jill nodded, confirming my earlier thoughts. "We are bonded."

Oh, no... no, no, no! Jill could feel my emotions and hear my thoughts! I felt a complete set of emotions wave through me. Panic, followed by annoyance and embarrasment for having to share my private thoughts, followed by sadness and confusion. Confusion stuck. And Jill felt it too, judging from the look on her face. Whether it was her own feeling, or just my feelings sensed by her, I could only guess. I took a few moments to steady myself. After that, I sat up in my bed.

"Well, and here I thought I was bad enough already without corrupting the mind of a fifteen year old girl" I said, dryly.

I hope you liked reading this, because I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope I can find some time (school is always keeping me busy) to write the next chapter. If you find mistakes, please let me know, but bear in mind that English is not my native language (I'm a dutchie :3 ) and that I haven't finished high school yet, so sorry for any horrible grammatical errors. Comments would make me the most happy person in the world.

Love, Number 101