This is my story about yet another "what if…" in Vampire Academy. It's a far shot, and probably out of character, but it's something I really wanted to write. I did get the idea from another fanfiction on here, but I'm NOT trying to steal anyone's story or plot or anything like that. I just wanted to write something for the fun of it. This is how Dimitri and Rose would have met if Rose had been raised by her father instead of going to school. This story doesn't get too far into anything really; I had planned to write a whole story, but after getting to the end of chapter one, I realized that I didn't have anything further to add. So…read on!
"Rose, wake up," I heard a voice calling.
"No," I grumbled, "so tired. Must keep sleeping."
I heard giggling and then felt a cold blast of air rush over my body. My eyes shot open and I bolted up.
"Hey! Give me back my blankets," I yelled.
"Not a chance Rose," said my best friend, Lissa- or as most of the Moroi/Dhampir world knows her, Princess Vasilissa Dragomir. (AN: I'm just going to assume you all know about the whole Vampire Academy world and not do the whole explanation about the vampire thing, or the elements thing, it would be pretty pointless anyway)
Lissa has been living with my dad and me for the past two years since her family died in a car accident. Lissa and I met when we were five because my dad thought I should have someone my age to talk to and the Dragomirs were some of the few people he actually liked. We hit it off and have been best friends ever since. I was visiting Lissa and her family at the time of the accident; Lissa and I were in the car and were the only survivors. Well, sort of…. You see, I actually died for a while, but Lissa brought me back because she controls the element Spirit. Now we have a bond that lets me see into her mind and know what she's thinking and feeling; I'm also shadow kissed. That basically means that I have this…darkness around my aura. At least that's what I've been told by another spirit user I know, but I'll get into that later. Anyway, I knew that Lissa wouldn't be safe on her own so I asked my dad and he said she could live with us. Oh, I should probably tell you where that is. My dad actually owns a few homes, but most of our time is spent in his mansion on a private island off the coast of France (AN: yes, I'm making this all up. I wanted somewhere new). And now you're wondering who my, obviously rich, dad is. He's Ibrahim "Abe" Mazur, or as some more affectionately call him, Zmey, which means snake in Russian. You see, he's…well, let's just call him a "mob boss" because that's the closest I can get to explaining what he does for a living. My dad may not be a royal Moroi, but he is very powerful. Another question going through your mind right now is probably: where is my mom? She's off being a guardian. She wanted to drop me off at St. Vladimir's Academy in America, but my dad wouldn't hear of it and said he'd raise me himself. I've only met my mother a handful of times and each time we get in an argument. I still haven't really forgiven her for leaving me, but let's not go on about my mommy issues. Let's get back to the story.
"That's so not fair," I whined to Lissa. "Why can't I sleep any longer?"
"Because it's time for you to talk to Abe," she said.
"Oh yeah," I said excitedly. "What do you think he'll say?"
"I don't know Rose," Lissa said uncertainly. "I mean, he's pretty protective of you, but you are really stubborn," she said with a laugh.
I smirked, "very true." We went downstairs and found my father at the dining room table.
"Good morning Abe," Lissa said cheerfully before sitting down.
"Morning Dad," I said nervously, sitting next to Lissa.
My dad looked over to me, curious as to why I sounded so nervous. "Good morning girls, sleep well?" We both nodded and a heavy silence followed. Lissa elbowed me in the ribs and I heard her through the bond thinking, Well, go on already.
I cleared my throat. "Dad, I've been thinking."
"That's never good," my dad said with a grin. I rolled my eyes and continued.
"Well, you see, I want to learn how to fight like a guardian," I paused, waiting for his reaction. He didn't answer for a while, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.
"Why," he asked. "I have guardians here to protect the both of you in case anything happens. Are you planning on running away Rose?" He laughed. I rolled my eyes again with a sigh.
"No Dad, of course I'm not planning to run away. I just…I just want to know how to fight that's all." My real reason was that I really wanted to know what it was my mom found so appealing about being a guardian, but I wasn't going to tell him that. "I'll work hard, I promise."
"Oh I have no doubt about that," my dad said. "Once you put your mind to something, you don't give up." He paused. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. I'll start looking for your trainer myself tomorrow." I smiled and ran over to him to give him a hug.
"Thanks Dad." He never showed it, but my Dad loved all the sentimental stuff. I guess he's just a big softie underneath that tough exterior. Although, I'm sure if someone else tried to hug him like that, it would be the last thing they ever did.
We finished eating breakfast and my dad went off to do some "business" while Lissa and I went upstairs to video chat with her friend, and my boyfriend, Adrian. He's the other spirit user I mentioned earlier. When we first met when I was at the royal moroi court with Lissa, I thought I'd never go out with him. He drank alcohol constantly and smoked like a chimney, which is completely disgusting, and had a very well known reputation as a womanizer. But Adrian Ivashkov does not give up when he wants something. Finally after a lot of pleading, on his part, I told him I would go on a date with him if he quit smoking, drinking, and sleeping with anything with a pulse. He agreed and was, surprisingly, a perfect gentleman on our date; I fell for him and we've been together for about six months. I don't think I love him, but we have fun together and he's completely gorgeous- don't tell him I said that though, his ego is big enough already.
"Hello little dhampir, don't you look ravishing this morning," said Adrian with a smirk.
I smiled my man-eating smile and said, "Too bad there's no one here to ravish me then." Adrian's eyes darkened, "Don't start something you can't finish."
"Ok guys, seriously, not when I'm in the room," Lissa protested laughingly. We laughed with her.
"Sorry Liss, it's just too much fun messing with Adrian," I said with a wink. "And now that I have, I'll leave you two to your magic lesson." Lissa and Adrian worked together with spirit, and since they couldn't be in the same place right now, seeing as my dad would definitely NOT let my boyfriend stay in the same house as me, they would communicate over video-chat. Adrian and Lissa were excited when they found each other, having never known another spirit user. Lissa can heal and use super-compulsion while Adrian can read auras and walk dreams- meaning he can transport himself, in a way, into anyone's dream. He's been in quite a few of my dreams as a matter of fact, and they can get pretty steamy. Everything feels completely real in them too, which makes them all the more fun; but we still haven't had sex yet because I refuse to lose my virginity virtually, and I'm honestly not ready yet. Moving on, Lissa is actually getting pretty good at reading auras and Adrian is getting the hang of healing.
I left the room because I didn't really feel like watching a magic lesson today, so I wandered off and ended up in my bedroom. I plopped down on my bed and thought about learning to fight and who my dad would hire to teach me. He, or she, would probably be the best of the best, because my dad doesn't settle for anything or anyone: he always gets the best. Who would that be? Would it be some old guy, like, someone in his forties? Or some uptight woman who wouldn't know fun if it came up and punched her? Honestly, I had no clue; I just hoped that whoever it was could help me find an answer to why my mother thought that being a guardian was better than being with me.
When I went to sleep that night, Adrian visited me in my dream. Tonight we were in a beautiful garden underneath a tree. Things started getting heated and I told him to stop before we went too far. He did and said that it wasn't a problem, and we sat together under the tree and talked for a while. Although he acted normal, or as normal as Adrian ever was, I still couldn't shake the feeling that he was disappointed that I stopped things. I felt a little guilty, but then I told myself that I wasn't going to feel guilty about something like that. If I wasn't ready to go further, Adrian would just have to accept that. I must have been thinking about this pretty deeply because Adrian had to nudge me a little because I hadn't heard what he was saying.
"Sorry, what were you saying," I asked.
"I was wondering when you would be coming to visit me," he explained, "you know, in the real world, not just in dreams." He looked at me and I could see in his eyes how much he really had missed me. I smiled and ran my hand through his hair gently.
"I'm not sure, it could be a while."
"Why, got a secret boyfriend stashed somewhere over there," he said. I knew he meant it as a joke, but there was a slight edge to his voice, as if he really wondered about that sometimes.
"No, of course not," I reassured him. "It's just this morning I got my dad to give me lessons in fighting, you know, like a guardian." I was excited, but also nervous about the prospect. I was starting training after 17 years of being practically inactive. I mean, I used the gym at home, but I really haven't done any real training.
Adrian raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Why do you want to do that? There's not much point since you have guardians of your own."
"I know that, but I really want to do this." I didn't want to delve into the issue with my mom, so I decided to distract him. "Besides, this way, we could go somewhere together – alone." He gave me a mischievous grin.
"Well, when you put it like that…" Adrian never finished his thought because a loud knock on my door woke me up. I groaned in frustration, stomped over to the door and swung it open angrily, only to have my breath catch in my throat. He was tall, about 6'7" and had dark brown, shoulder length hair that my fingers itched to touch, his skin was slightly tan and his eyes – oh, his eyes – were a deep brown that I could look into for hours, which is saying something because I have a pretty short attention span.
He is so gorgeous, I thought. But out loud I said, "Who the hell are you," in an annoyed voice. He raised one eyebrow, something I've never been able to do successfully, and said, in the sexiest voice I've ever heard, "I'm your instructor, Dimitri Belikov."
Yep, that's it for me. I really wish I could've written a whole story, but I think I'm done with this. I might, MIGHT pick it up again later if I feel the inspiration. What happens later is Rose and Dimitri end up together and Adrian finds another girl to make him happy – sorry for all of the Rose/Adrian fans out there. But the beauty of me having not finished it, if you want to imagine Rose and Adrian together in the end, you can. I'm sure in my story that Lissa and Christian would find each other somehow as well. Anyway, thanks for reading!