Okay, so as I started writing my first fanfic my mind started racing with so many ideas for VA, and I get ideas from a lot of people, but I feel like after I read them I need to write something like that and make it turn out the way I want. This idea has been done by so many people but I always think things like "Oh, Dimitri would never think like that" So now, I'm gonna try to do vampire academy in Dimitri's perspective, because there's just so many fanfics I read where in my mind I'm like "NO! NO! NO! He should have said this." Idk, I think I'm rambling now. Anyways…enjoy (:

I have been after these two girls for months. They may just be two teenage girls, but they were extremely difficult to find. Vasilisa Dragomir and Rosemarie Hathaway.

Those were two names that never stopped circulating around the academy. I've heard so many rumors from teachers, students and even guardians. There's no way this Hathaway girl could be as bad as everyone says.

I had arrived at the academy about a year after the two escaped. Now, I'd figure after all that time these two girls would just be brushed off, no big deal. But this was the last Dragomir, no way was anyone going to forget her escape. Not until she was found.

No one knows how they did it, or even why. The headmistress and even most the teachers decided that it was because Rosemarie had pulled a ridiculous stunt and if she didn't leave she was going to be severely punished. Most of the students are coming up with their own theories, though. And they were ugly. Some say she ran off to join a blood whore convention. Others say that one of them, or maybe even both of them, got pregnant and had to go away so that they could raise their babies. That was just ludicrous.

The other guardians and administration say that she got really drunk at a party one night and she used a baseball bat to destroy a whole room at the academy. Windows were busted, shelves were knocked out of the wall, the stereo that was in that room was broken into pieces, along with the mirror. When I was first told the story I laughed, thinking they were kidding, but apparently that's the nature of Rosemarie Hathaway. She does outrageous, reckless, and extremely stupid things for attention. I'm still not sure how much of that story I believe, but they said she admitted to it. And I guess you can't deny a straight up confession.

Ever since I was assigned to the mission of finding them, though, I've thought about the situation a lot.

According to Headmistress Kirova's theory, the reason she broke out was to avoid punishment, but obviously if she got caught her punishment would have been much worse. That was common sense, so she would have to know that. So if dodging penalty was her motive then that would just make her stupid. And according to everyone here, she was. But, considering she escaped a highly guarded school—with a princess in tail—and kept both the princess and herself hidden for the past two years, I figured that wasn't likely. For some reason, I just knew there was another cause for her leaving.

Now, it's been several months that me and my team had been searching for them. We had gotten a few leads, but they were all duds. Finally, though, after extensive research we were able to get a bank account number.

The account had been inactive for almost a year though. There were two withdrawals. The first dating back to the day they left the school. The transaction was an abnormally large number and had taken place at an ATM here in Montana. That was of no use to us. The second proceeding was a a little over a year later, another enormous amount. It was said to have been made in Chicago. I realized then, that the girls were trying to be as inconspicuous as they could, giving off their location as little as possible.

That's when I came up with a conclusion. They were taking out enough money to last them at least a year, and when they ran out they would make another large retraction. They tried not to stay in one area for too long a time, but they didn't want to move around too much. When I discovered that information, I realized the best thing to do was monitor the account. In the mean time, me and my cartel looked for more leads. There were none.

But, days ago there was activity. They took money from an ATM in Portland. The moment that update reached me I gathered my group and we headed to Portland. I had guys everywhere. It took a few days, but one of my men had spotted them. We kept close tabs on them, and found that at the end of every day they returned to the same apartment. We found their house.

I knew my next step was to establish a plan. These girls were smart, they practically out-smarted all of us, I don't know how this Hathaway was so good, but if she was accepted, I had a feeling she would make a great guardian one day. I mapped out my plan carefully, making sure to review it to my comrades multiple times. Once I was confident everyone fully understood the plan, we headed out. It was around two-thirty A.M. When we arrived at their house.

I found a perfect place to hide in case anyone else from that apartment building came out. My plan would have been quite the fail if I was suspected for being some pedophile, stalking two young girls. I was hidden in the shadows of a tree in the front yard. By the time all my guys were fanned out and in position it was around three.

I was taking a deep breath, preparing myself for what I had to do—I was still convinced that these girls had a legitimate reason for vanishing, and with that in my mind, I felt guilty for forcibly dragging them back—when I saw a light flicker on in one of the rooms. I braced myself. But what were the odds of it actually being their window? Apparently pretty good, because as the light came on, it revealed the two people I had been searching for.

Vasilisa Dragomir and Rosemarie Hathaway.

I didn't have to see what I saw next to know the Moroi from the dhampir. It was obvious just by looking at them. The dhampir—Rosemarie—was obviously beautiful, even from far back. I suppose that Princess Dragomir was too, but my taste didn't usually consist of Moroi, especially ones that were seven years younger than myself. Actually, Rosemarie was also seven years younger, but that was different. Every male specimen was attracted to her. The first thing I learned about her was not her irresponsible behavior, or her lack of manners. It was that she always had a line of guys following her, nearly drooling as they watched her.

I may have had more control, but I was definitely no exception.

I couldn't really make out her facial features, I could see her profile. Her curves, her bouncy hair…and her neck as Vasilisa's teeth bit into it. That came as no shock to me. I, apparently, had more common sense than the guardians at the academy. Everyone is so baffled at how she gets blood, and how she survives. I automatically knew that Rosemarie fed her, it made sense.

But even as it came as no surprise, it still made me nauseous. They weren't having sex or anything, but it was still programmed into my brain that it was wrong. Dirty.

When the princess pulled away she wiped her mouth and smiled at her best friend, who, in return, was swaying and smiling like an idiot. Although, her smile was beautiful, it literally looked to be shining. Vasilisa left the room, and Rosemarie flopped down on the bed. A cat jumped into the window sill. Honestly, I don't know where it came from. And that is bad guardianship. I presume I was too distracted by Rosemarie to notice an animal. That could pose a problem.

The cat was gazing at me, and the it's posture told me I clearly put it on edge. Even with the state of mind she was in, Rose happened to notice that. I swore as she looked out of the window, trying to see what put the cat on edge.

I tried to remain still, tried to stay in guardian posture. Maybe if I didn't move, she wouldn't notice me. But she did. She jerked back, and I knew that wasn't a good sign.

I stepped farther back into the shadows of the tee, motioning my closest guy to join me. Soon, we were completely enveloped in darkness, and Rosemarie pulled away from the wondow.

I was praying that after I disappeared she would think she just imagined it all. She would think it was just the endorphins getting the best of her. But I knew that wasn't the case as I saw her grab two coats and slip out of the bedroom door. Time for the backup plan.

Of course, I was prepared for exactly this situation. I knew that if somehow we did lose the element of surprise, we needed to do something. I realized that Rosemarie had probably already alerted Princess Dragomir and they were on their way out. But I was reluctant to shout the orders of a changed plan. I just couldn't shake the feeling that this was wrong, that somehow I was dragging them into something I couldn't imagine.

But see, I like to think of myself as having two minds. There was Dimitri and there was Guardian Belikov. Dimitri was the mind that I had to put to the side. It held all my feelings, and my conscience, and all of my desires. But I was dedicated to a life of servitude. They come first.

Then, there was Guardian Belikov. Master of self-control. Obedient. Sensible. This is the mind that I had to focus on in these situations. I had a mission. I needed to do as directed. They belonged at the academy.

"Okay," I said not loudly enough to draw attention from anyone who wasn't listening for a signal. "Unfortunately, we've been caught. We need to go ahead and execute plan B. There is a back door on the other side, and I assume that they will be exiting there. Keep them in sight."

There were grunts of understanding and I knew there was no turning back. My guys were on it. There was no failing here. I couldn't report back to the academy and claim that the mission was a blunder. They were going back whether they liked it or not.

One of the guardians gave me a signal that told me that the girls had left the building. We started behind them.

I didn't catch the whole conversation between the two, but the pieces I did hear made it plain that Rosemarie was both the brains and the brawn of their friendship. Maybe she had terrible grades in her classes, but there was no doubt that she was intelligent and basically came up with a plan for everything at the same time as protecting her best friend both physically and mentally. Keeping a level head and showing no fear. Yes, she would make a great guardian.

"But if they've found us—" The princess's voice was soft and scared. It made this all the more difficult.

"They found us before," Rosemarie countered. I hadn't heard of that information, and I wondered if it were true. "They didn't catch us then. We'll just drive over to the train station and go to L.A. They'll lose the trail."

I made an effort not to scoff. The plan was so basic that any novice would catch them, especially with Rosemarie nearly expressing it to the world. Maybe she wasn't as smart as I had assumed. Maybe all this time it was just luck. They walked in silence from then, but Vasilisa's fidelity was written all over her face.

"Do you hear that?" The princess gasped. I realized then that I really needed to stop lacking in my duties. I was the leader of this group yet they were several steps ahead of me—literally and metaphorically. While my mind was reeling and trying to figure Rosemarie out, my men had already begun the chase. They were gaining speed and were instantly on their tale.

"We've got to run for it," Rosemarie said as she gripped Vasilisa's arm.

"But you can't—" Princess began, but Rosemarie cut her off immediately as she heard the steps of me and my men increase.

"Run."

And they did. Rosemarie was hanging on to Vasilisa for dear life. Stumbling, and tripping over her own feet. She was still sedated and acting very foolishly in trying to run from us. They were trapped no matter what, but she kept going. I realized then that she would do anything for Vasilisa. She wasn't stupid, or foolish. She was just desperate to protect her friend.

We were literally right behind them and I saw Rosemarie look at the green Honda ahead. She knew that they were so close, but that just wasn't enough. I stepped right in front of them and they stopped. Rosemarie yanked Vasilisa by the arm, pulling herself in front of her. I saw her examine me, and I felt the need to do the same. My eyes started at her feet. She was wearing jeans, but they were tight and it was easy to notice she had amazing legs. The guardians were surrounding us, but I was practically entranced.

My eyes moved up to her torso, her body was amazing, and I felt myself shiver just looking at her. I didn't know how to describe her, but she was far beyond beautiful.

My trance broke as she grabbed the princess and pushed up against her, keeping her fully guarded. Only by me though, there were guardians surrounding her. Unless she developed the ability to stretch her limbs and wrap herself all the way around Vasilisa, there was no way of actually protecting her from all of us. Not that we were going to hurt her.

Apparently Rose didn't know that, though. "Leave her alone," her words were wrapped with venom, and it surprised me that someone so angelic could be so vicious. "Don't touch her."

The Dimitri side of myself automatically had a response. She's not the one I want to touch. I shook that out of my mind. I needed Guardian Belikov back. I forced him back, keeping my emotional wall in place.

I lifted my hands up and tried to show her that I meant no harm. My hands wanted to move forward and stroke her hair, It looked so soft, so shiny. Like a piece of silk between the fingers. SNAP OUT OF IT!

"I'm not going to—" I subconsciously took a step toward her. She didn't like that too much.

She sprang out at me, foot first, in what I supposed was supposed to be a kind of kick. It was obvious this girl had completely neglected any form of training since they ran away. It was a stupid move, but like I said before; she was desperate.

I instinctively threw my arm out at her. But she was weak and clumsy, and pretty much intoxicated at the moment. Her reaction was not what I was used to and she went flying. She was falling towards the cement, her hip jutting out, she was going to slam into the pavement, and it would be painful. How Vasilisa was still alive? I had no clue. If Rose fought like this against Strigoi, her head would be dispatched in mere moments.

My guardian side and my Dimitri side were battling. She deserves to fall, she has been ignoring her duties as a guardian. But that was stupid logic. She was only a novice. So I quickly reached out and grabbed her by the arm. Her soft skin contrasting beautifully against my callused hands. I wanted to rub my hands all over her. I set her upright, and my hand stayed locked around her arm.

The thing I found most ironic is that the adults at the academy speak of Rosemarie like she is a complete idiot. Yet, at the same time they seem to believe that this teenage dhampir walks on water. Like she was a danger to us all. Actually, that was exactly what they believed and I'm not sure I understood why. Teenagers pulled uncontrollable stunts all the time, so she lacks a lot of control and discipline, how is she any different? I was the only one who thought that. Everyone else agreed that she was a walking stick of destruction. Maybe they would change their minds after seeing that miserable attempt of an attack.

I was back to absorbing her features, but I was brought to a stop when I saw the two tiny wounds on her neck. They bubbled with dots of scarlet and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I didn't mean to stare, it probably freaked her out. But she was so feminine and she kind of reminded me of a goddess, the two marks stunned me.

She caught me looking and wiped her neck, looking at the blood. Heat rose to her cheeks and she shook her hair over her shoulders to obscure it. Her beautiful, dark hair. It was close to black, but not quite there. I brought my thoughts away from her hair and looked her in the eyes. They were equally beautiful. They held emotion and ferocity, and they sparkled with something I couldn't explain. She exchanged the look, trying to be bold, and she ripped her arm from my grip. Minutes later I could still feel the tingle where her skin touched mine.

Rosemarie backed up towards Vasilisa, she cringed, clearly preparing herself to attack again. That would be stupid. Did she not see how badly that resulted the first time?

Princess Dragomir's hand gripped Rosemarie's and she whispered, "Rose, don't."

Rose. Roza. I wanted to smile. The name sounded great in my mind. Rose. I mentally shook myself once more.

Vasilisa was trying to calm Rose, that much was evident. At first Rose stood her ground, but then her determined face relaxed and I realized she was accepting failure.

That was when it hit me. All the guardians that were on duty at the time, claimed that they didn't remember a thing. Their minds were fogged up. Kirova's words hit him like a brick wall. They were bonded.

Those Moroi said to be bonded had a strong sense of compulsion. Although all Moroi could use it, not very many were good with it. But Vasilisa had managed to compel the guardians at the gate that day.

The way Vasilisa abruptly calmed Rose just proved it to me. She must have sent calming vibes somehow. I knew that this explanation was probably impossible. There hadn't been a case of bonding for centuries. Not since the oldest tales. But it was the only explanation. I was almost positive. But I would focus on that later.

I turned towards Princess Dragomir, knowing that if I looked at Rose again, I would get engrossed once more. I couldn't risk that. I dipped into a bow for the princess. "My name is Dimitri Belikov," I introduced. "I've come to take you back to St. Vladimir's Academy, Princess."

Please review! This was kind of an experiment to see if I really could write as Dimitri. I'm kind of testing out my writing skills. So review and tell me what you think, and if I should go on (: