A/N: Rose is technically meant to be 15 but that just made D/R relationship really weird so in this they all are the age they were in Vampire Academy (17). If you don't get what I mean review or inbox and I'll try explaining better.

Disclaimer: This is mainly Richelle Mead's work to give you a clear out line the writing not like this (Italics) is mine.

Greg Dashkov- a distant cousin of Natalie's- had held the party in his room. His parents apparently knew someone who knew someone, because he had one of the biggest rooms in the dorm. He'd been friends with Lissa's brother before the accident and had been more than happy to take Andre's little sister into his social fold. Greg had also been happy to take me in, and the two of us had been all over each other that night. For a sophomore like me, being with a royal Moroi senior was a huge rush.

I drank a lot that night but still managed to keep an eye on Lissa. She always wore an edge of anxiety around this many people, but no one really noticed, because she could interact with them so well. My heavy buzz kept a lot of her feelings from me, but as long as she looked okay, I didn't worry.

Mid-kiss, Greg suddenly broke away and looked at something over my shoulder. We both sat in the same chair, with me on his lap, and I craned my neck to see. "What is it?"

He shook his head with a sort of amused exasperation.

"Wade brought a feeder."

I followed his gaze to where Wade Voda stood with his arm around a frail girl about my age. She was human and pretty, with wavy blond hair and porcelain skin pale from so much blood loss. A few other guys had homed on her and stood with Wade, laughing and touching her face and hair.

"She's already fed too much today," I said, observing her colouring and complete look of confusion.

Greg slid his hand behind my neck and turned me back to him. "They won't hurt her."

We kissed a while longer and then I felt a tap on my shoulder, "Rose"

I looked up into Lissa's face. Her anxious expression startled me because I couldn't feel the emotions behind it. Too much beer for me. I climbed off Greg's lap

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Be right back." I pulled Lissa aside, suddenly wishing I was sober. "What's wrong?"

"Them."

She nodded toward the guys with the feeder girl. She still had a group around her, and when she shifted to look at one of them. I saw small red wounds scattered on her neck. They were doing a sort of group feeding, taking turns biting her and making gross suggestions. High and oblivious, she let them.

"They can't do that," Lissa told me.

"She's a feeder. Nobody's going to stop them."

Lissa looked up at me with pleading eyes. Hurt, outrage, and anger filled them. "Will you?"

I'd always been the aggressive one, looking after her aver since we were little. Seeing her there now, so upset and looking at me to fix things, was more than I could stand. Giving her a shaky nod, I stumbled over to the group.

"You so desperate to get some that you've got to drug girls now, Wade?" I asked

He glanced up from where he'd been running his lips over the human girl's neck. "Why? Are you done with Greg and looking for more?"

I put my hands on my hips and hoped I looked fierce. The truth was, I was actually starting to feel a little nauseous from all I'd drunk. "Aren't enough drugs in the world to get me near you," I told him. A few of his friends laughed. "But maybe you can go make out with that lamp over there. It seems to be out of it enough to make even you happy. You don't need her anymore." A few other people laughed.

"This isn't any of your business," he hissed. "She's just lunch." Referring to feeders as meals was about the only thing worse than calling dhampirs blood whores.

"This isn't a feeding room. Nobody wants to see this."

"Yeah," agreed a senior girl. "It's gross." A few of her friends agreed.

Wade glared at all of us, me the hardest. "Fine. None of you have to see it. Come on." He grabbed the feeder's arm and jerked her away. Clumsily, she stumbled along with him out of the room, making soft whimpering noises.

"Best I could do," I told Lissa.

She stared at me, shocked. "He's just going to take her to his room. He'll do even worse to her."

"Liss, I don't like it either, but it's not like I can go chase him down or anything." I rubbed my forehead. "I could go punch him or something, but I feel like I'm going to throw up as it is."

Her face grew dark, and she bit her lip. "He can't do that."

"I'm sorry."

I returned to the chair with Greg, feeling a little bad about what had happened. I didn't want to see the feeder get taken advantage of anymore than Lissa did-it reminded me too much of what a lot of Moroi guys thought they could do to dhampir girls. But I also couldn't win this battle, not tonight.

Greg had shifted me around to get a better angle on my neck when I noticed Lissa was gone a few minutes later. Practically falling, I clambered off his lap and looked around. "Where's Lissa?"

He reached for me. "Probably the bathroom."

I couldn't feel a thing threw the bond. The alcohol had numbered it. Stepping into the hallway, I breathed a sigh of relief at escaping the loud music and voices. It was quiet out here except for a crashing sound a couple rooms down. The door was ajar, I pushed my way inside. The feeder girl cowered in the corner, terrified. Lissa stood with arms crossed, her face angry and terrible. She was staring at Wade intently, and he stared back, enchanted. He also held a baseball bat, and it looked like he'd used it already, because the room was trashed: bookshelves, the stereo, the mirror . . .

"Break the window too," Lissa told him smoothly. "Come on. It doesn't matter."

Hypnotized, he walked over to the large, tinted window. I stared, my mouth nearly hitting the floor, as he pulled back and slammed the bat into the glass. It shattered, sending shards everywhere and letting in the early morning light it normally kept blocked out. He winced as it shone in his eyes, but he didn't move away.

"Lissa," I exclaimed. "Stop. Make him stop,"

"He should have stopped earlier."

I barely recognized the look on her face. I'd never seen her so upset, and I'd certainly never seen her do anything like this. I knew what it was, of course. I knew right away. Compulsion. For all I knew, she was seconds away from having him turn the bat on himself.

"Please, Lissa. Don't do it anymore. Please."

Through the fuzzy, alcoholic buzz, I felt a trickle of her emotions. They were strong enough to practically knock me over. Black. Angry. Merciless. Startling feeling to be coming from sweet and steady Lissa. I'd known her since kinder garden, but in that moment, I barely knew her.

And I was afraid.

"Please, Lissa," I repeated. "He's not worth it. Let him go."

She didn't look at me. Her stormy eyes were focused entirely on Wade. Slowly, carefully, he lifted up the bat, tilting it so that it lined up with his own skull.

"Liss," I begged. Oh God. I was going to tackle her or something to make her stop. "Don't do it."

"He should have stopped." Lissa said evenly. The bat quit moving. It was now at exactly the right distance to gain momentum and strike. "He shouldn't have done that to her. People can't treat other people like that- even feeders"

"But you're scaring her," I said softly. "Look at her."

Nothing happened at first, then Lissa let her gaze flick toward the feeder. The human girl still sat huddled in the corner, arms wrapped around herself protectively. Her blue eyes were enormous, and light reflected off her, tear streaked face. She gave a chocked, terrified sob.

Lissa's face stayed impassive. Inside her, I could feel the battle she was waging for control. Some part of her didn't want to hurt Wade, despite the blinding anger that otherwise filled her. Her face crumpled, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her right hand reached out to her left and clenched it, nails digging deep into the flesh. She flinched at the pain, but through the bond, I felt the shock of the pain, through the bond, I felt the shock of the pain distract her from Wade.

She let go of the compulsion, and he dropped the bat, suddenly looking confused. I let go of the breath I'd been holding. In the hallway, footsteps sounded. I'd left the door open, and the crash had attracted attention. A couple of dorm staff members bust into the room, freezing when they saw the destruction in front of them.

"What happened?"
The rest of us looked at each other. Wade looked completely lost. He stared et the room, at the bat, and then at Lissa and me. "I don't know . . . . I can't . . ." He turned his full attention to me and suddenly grew angry. "What the – it was you! You wouldn't let the feeder thing go."

The dorm workers looked at me questionably, and in the few seconds I made up my mind.

You have to protect her. The more she uses it, the worse it'll get. Stop her, Rose. Stop her before they notice, before they notice and take her away too. Get her out of here.

I could see Ms. Karp's face in my mind, pleading frantically. I gave Wade a haughty look, knowing full well no one would believe a confession I made or even suspect Lissa.

"Yeah, well, if you'd let her go," I told him, "I wouldn't have had to do this."

Save her. Save her from her self.

Immediately someone called for some guardians to drag me probably of to Bitch's office while the dorm staff gave their attention to, no doubt, what would be named "victims" of my rage. The guardians did drag me to Kirova's office where they left me while someone fetch her from her room to deal with me, the guardians who escorted me stood around the room with their guarding masks on waiting patiently for something to happen so I decide to zoned out, it's not like I actually pay attention to what authority figures in my life have to say.

Soon enough "Headmistress" Kirova walking in from a back door guarded by a guarding wearing a dressing gown which made her look 70 years old, with her hawk like face, long nose, graying hair and a scorn always on her face well only when I was around, but that was beside the point she always liked like a grumpy old bitch. She sat down in her seat in front of her desk from me. And began her rant explaining how much damage I did and how irresponsible to endanger others . . . blah, blah, blah.

I began spacing out but just as I began slip away she slammed her hands on the desk in outrage at my "disrespectfulness" of not listening, just as I was beginning to defend myself the doors opened, and oh my god. "Finally you're here, Guardian Belikov this is Rosemarie Hathaway." Kirova introduced us I turned around in my seat and was gobbsmaked, I didn't say anything but stare at him, shoulder length brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, unbelievable tall and muscular and all round hot. I turned back in my seat as Kirova addressed me.

"Rose, for some unknown reason, I have been instructed to not suspend you as usual protocol and Guardian Belikov here has volunteered to keep you in line. He will be guarding you twenty four / seven, which means classes after school and trainings he will be here, because of you horrendous actions there is not suitable punishment so Belikov will be training you important guardian qualities that you are lacking for example, self control. He will also be Lissa's official guardian."

"So you're punishment for me is to have a babysitter follow me around everywhere?"

"As I said Rose this is not my decision, powers much higher than mine gave specific instructions to me on what is happening. Guardian Belikov, Rose you are dismissed." Kirova then left through the door she entered and I stood to face my babysitter. He immediately turned around and left saying "Follow me." He had a slight accent, possibly Romanian, or Russian? I knew it started with a R. Belikov led me to my room, inside "So Rose," He addressed me, "for now you will get as much sleep as possible in the next 5 hours before lessons tomorrow." He than sat down at my desk getting out a book hidden in one of the huge pockets on his duster leaving me to get into bed, I sighed at how sad my social life was going to become, but got ready in the bathroom before climbing into bed and falling straight asleep.

Dimitri's POV

I was sitting in Rose's room staring at my book sadly, two hours ago I was free, taking a short vacation, now I'm babysitting a seventeen year old teenager because of a deal I made with the devil . . .