So, here is what I have for my new story. Please leave reviews and tell me how it sounds! Please give suggestions, too. Thanks! This is a R/D story, and it's going to be a little OOC, but events in the story cause for different attitudes. Hope you enjoy.

**I will be continuing 'Love Last a Lifetime.' I'm going to hopefully be updating by Wednesday, but regardless, the chapter is almost done.**


Ch.1

I tied my hair back, throwing it up into a high ponytail. I had on my usual attire for fighting; black shirt and my black army pants, along with my black combat boots. Around my waist was a belt that held all of my weapons: stakes, knives, guns, etc. My extra stake was in my right boot, and I had an extra gun concealed in my back and left boot.

Time to roll.

'You okay, Liss?' I asked through our bond.

'I'm fine. You know I trust you.' Even with her utter most trust in me, I could still feel her extreme worry and fear. 'Really, just hurry.'

I quickly ran out of my room and down the stairs, shouting a good bye to mother on my way out. She already knew where I was going; I had told her the moment Lissa was screaming at me through our bond. She itched to go with me but knew in order to keep my identity secret she had to stay home.

Confused? Let me start from the beginning.

When my mother, the infamous Janine Hathaway, met my mobster of a father, Abe Mazur, it was love at first sight. Except they never got their happy ending. They were attending a royal banquet -ugh- and it turned into a strigoi ambush. My mother immediately went into battle, but was fighting too many strigoi to keep track of her charge, my father. He was taken and turned against his will. My mother knew my dad would never want to walk this world as an evil creature, so she set off to kill him. But nothing is as easy as it seems. Life's a bitch that way.

My mother eventually found my dad, but she did the first thing guardians are taught not to do- she'd hesitated. My dad took my mom hostage and used her as his own personal blood whore. Eventually, he knocked her up, and out pops me as the result. When my father realized my mother was pregnant, he quit taking blood from her. He had some big twisted scheme that I could start a revolution, some kind of order that would kill off the moroi race and further strigoi power. As if.

When I was born, my mother escaped from his palace and ran with me. She ran to her half sister, Rhea Dragomir. My mother became her sister's guardian to get our lives back to normal, and so we could stay close to our only family.

Growing up, my mother made sure she kept up with all of my needs, keeping my true identity a secret, except from our family. Everything was okay for awhile, until the accident happened. The accident that ruined too many lives and saved the most important to me. I'll say it again, life's a bitch.

We were all leaving the park and on our way home. Lissa and I were only five, while Andre was nine years old, when our car was ambushed. A strigoi had slammed into the side of it, sending our car sprawling down the hill in heaps and jumps. Screams and cracked bones were etched forever into my memory. The sound of silence as only my mother and I were crying, the smell of blood and death. Of course I was okay, but no one else was. Around me, every person I loved was dead. Aunt Rhea, Uncle Ricky, my lovable, fun going Andre. But nothing hit me until I saw Lissa, and boy did it hit hard.

Seeing my best friend, my cousin, my sister, lying in a bloody heap on the ground with wide eyes, her lifeless tiny body so innocent and young, broke my heart. Beside me my mom was crying over Aunt Rhea's body, devastated yet ready to kill. I didn't spare her another glance, I knew she was okay, too focused on Lissa to pay attention. I summoned up all of the good I could, bringing life and spirit into her, pushing every bit of elemental spirit I could.

I can't remember what happened next. I'm not really sure, despite my perfect memory. What I do remember is my mom screaming my name, the blinding light radiating off of Lissa, feeling weak for the first time in my life. Then her opening her eyes. All I could do was smile at her before slumping into a heap next to her.

At only five years old, bringing back your best friend from the dead and causing her to specialize way too early was kind of life changing. So, we kept it to ourselves, telling no one but my mom.

Still confused?

Well, your probably wondering how I could have brought Lissa back to life without being a spirit using moroi. (Nah, that's Lissa's department.)

That's because I'm not a dhampir.

But I'm not moroi, either.

Nor am I strigoi.

I'm a hybrid.

My mother is a dhampir, my father is a strigoi who used to be a moroi. My genes are a genetic fuck up of all three races combined. It makes me lethal. I have traits from all three races. I get my looks from my dhampir genes, and I receive my my speed, strength, and endurance from my strigoi genes. I also wield all of the elements, except spirit, and have the enhanced senses from both my moroi and strigoi genes. I don't have to drink blood-thank god- and my memory is perfect. Oh, and I have a double bond with Lissa.

Vasilisa Dragomir. I simply call her Lissa, or when being affectionate, Liss. The closest person in the whole world to me. When I brought her back to life, I used so much spirit that I gave her all of my elements, which was a lot for a normal five year old like Lissa, unlike me, the killing machine who had her first strigoi kill at seven years old. All of that energy caused us to forge a bond to help with spirit and it's stupid fucking side effects. They didn't effect me because I was strong enough and my body was built for it, but Lissa was a different question. I take the darkness from her and surge it into positive energy or anger when I'm fighting. My mother put Lissa on medicine to block the spirit until she turned fourteen. By that time, moroi our age were specializing and mom figured that we would figure out a way to keep the darkness from getting to Lissa. She was right.

Being the last Dragomir and all, Lissa was forced to move to St. Vladimir's Academy. It was hard at first, still is, being separated at five years old after losing our family, but our bond kept us closer than ever. I had wanted to go along with her, but knew I couldn't. I had to keep my true identity a secret. The move was hard on my mom. After losing my dad, our entire family, and then Lissa moving away, she became over protective. We bought a huge cabin in Montana, close enough that I could sneak Lissa out of the Academy all of the time and put her back in before anyone realized a thing. Like they would ever catch me, but whatever.

Now, as both of us are seventeen years old and closer than ever, our lives are now once again fucked with. And people wonder why I don't believe in god. If he were real, he wouldn't put me through so much shit. The entire world is lucky I work damn well under pressure.

The school had left the Academy for a royal gathering by the queen; one only seniors and novices were able to attend to. Let me tell you, the moroi queen is a bitch. A huge bitch. She has a price on my head, when she doesn't know a thing about what I do. Hypocrite When the students were arriving, a pack of strigoi took Lissa and her friends hostage. Once again, they're lucky I am able to save their asses. I knew exactly where they took Lissa from, and while in her head, was able to figure out where they were from where they turned and how long they were driving and using math to figure out their location. I would know exactly where once I got closer, because I can sense Lissa through closer ranges. But regardless, they took her, and that enough boiled my blood.

Because of me.

Strigoi fear me. As they should. I can kill them without lifting a finger, but actually like to give them a fair fight. Not like it's fair when I can kick their ass, but I get some enjoyment I seeing them squirm. Call me a masochist, or maybe it's the strigoi in me coming out, but whatever. I am the one person capable of ending the strigoi once and for all. So that's what I'll do. My own way.

The perks of being Rose Hathaway.

Except they don't know my name. Nor do the moroi or dhampirs. Both races want to kill me because they think I'm a threat. Which is one hundred percent true. But I'm not a threat to them, on purpose, and by being a threat to the strigoi, I'm helping the moroi society. They don't see it that way. Hence keeping my identity secret.

They all know me as the Slayer.

And by messing with Lissa, they fucked with the wrong girl. And they just awakened a very pissed off and evil Slayer.