Authors Note:

Okay, so I was lying in bed thinking that I really would love to see what Rose would be like if she was 'Adrian'. And if adrian was 'Rose'. So I thought "why not do a story on it?". So ta da. The story is here people. I thought this would be fun to write and you guys would enjoy reading. I do need reviews though for each chapter otherwise I won't continue. However, the reviews can be compliment or criticise. But please nothing like: This is crap, or, You should delete this. Cause that's just rude :) I will review back answers to questions in 0-1 days at the maximin.

I hope you enjoy this prolouge and would appriciate it if you could review so I know when to post the next chapter.

P.s. I realize that yes, this story seems really slow for the first 5-7 chapters but it will get better through out . Thank you ... x

Rating:

This chapter is rated T Because it contains very minor sexual references and inappriprote laungue (ie, Swear word)

Disclaimer:

The author Richelle Mead owns the Vampire Academy universe. Role Reversal is a Vampire Academy Fan Fiction story and it is not intended to infringe on any copyrights held by Richelle Mead or Razor Bill Company. Richelle Mead is the creator of the Vampire Academy characters, however this story is my original work. Copyright 2011 by Sk8terGirl Xx. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without my express written authorization.

Once again, Enjoy and Thank-you.

Full Summery:

Imagine if there was a Drunken smoker named Rose and Smart-ass fighter named Adrian. One's Moroi and the others a dhampir. There from two different societies and totally opposite worlds. So when they meet what will happen? Will sparks fly or Fire's burn. Follow The Vampire Academy Gang on an adventure of Love and Heartbreak. Death and Strigoi. Life and Future...

Chapter 1:

"You need to leave", I state as I look at my latest hook up. He was alright, I guess. Alot of fun too. Matthew had chestnut hair cut shaggy around his ears, matching coloured eyes and nice abs. If I wasn't the way I was, I would say he would be perfect boyfriend material. But my motto is: You use them then lose them. So he has to leave so I can freshen up for tonight; to go get another guy. It's just how it works.

He gave me a flirtatious smile hoping I would give him another chance, as he brushed his fingers up my inner thigh. I noticed what he was going to do as he brushed his finger tips along my hips. Wrong move Buddie. I grab his hand and pin it above his head as I glare at him. Didn't he get enough fun last night? Seeming to like the gesture a bit to much (the smirk that plays on his lips proves it) I squeeze where his pressure point is. Ha, don't like this as much now do Ya?

"Now I said leave so I suggest you LEAVE!" I yell at him. His face faulters as he winced and looks scared for a few seconds, before he's got that stupid smirk on his face again. I was really getting livid now as I pegged him with a hard stare.

"I know you want me, Rose. Even if your reputation says differently - I think you like me..." He had only enough time to waggle his eyebrows in a suggestive way before he was on the hard wooden floor. Unfortunately, he got up before I could slap him one. Glaring at me he reached for my wrist this time. I slap it away and hiss,

"Fucking leave before I kick your filthy ass out the door, Matthew" I add extra venom onto his name. Staring at me for another couple of seconds more. Finally, he gets the idea and stomps out the bedroom door; storms down the marble stair case and out the front door. Not before yelling,

"And By the way, my names Max!" then he slams the door, like every other dude I have each night.

I stand there in the bedroom staring at nothing in particular. I blinked slowly as few times alittle surprised with his unexpected outburst. Well he was a nice guy till I dumped his ass, dickhead. Shouldn't he know that I am a one nighter? A girl that only ever dose it one time with the same guy, then moves on? I sigh as I notice the tension in my shoulders. God I am horrified at myself - well, sorta - I mean I just 'got it on' with a guy I didn't even know the name of. Cringing I decide that I need something to disperse the uneasiness in my mind and body so I go run a hot bath hoping the scolding water will ease it, adding a rose bath bubble and chocolate smelling bath bomb into the misty water. I dressed down into my dark purple thong and bra and was about to also remove those - so I can let the hot water cool my nerves - when my main phone rings.

Dear lord, what the fuck does someone want now? I stare enviously at the inviting water before I groan and walk back into my massive bedroom. I have frustrated frown on my face as I chuck on my cream silk gown and flip flops, damn that phone. I jog down the corridor and run down the white marble stairs two at a time, not wanting to miss the phone call. I reach it and slam into the dark wooden table it was currently resting on, grab the phone and shove it up to my ear.

"What?..." I ask annoyed that I had to go through all that just to answer it. It was proberly one of my many 'activities'. Guys...

"Rose, I'm sure you don't need to answer your phone like that do you? You need some manners little girl", Abe - my father - chaised. I rolled my eyes at his pointless talk.

"I can answer my phone however the damn I want and how many times do I have to tell you. Do. Not. Call. Me. Little. Girl" I said slowly like he might be metalily retarded. I roll my eyes again even though he can't see me. Then I remember how Abe gets when I don't treat him with respect. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath. Oh shit.

"Do not talk to me like that Rose. Do I need to remind you of who you are dealing with? If so voice your opinion now" He stated harshly which made me both flinch and want to voice my opinion. I bit back the witty comeback to scared of the outcome,"Finally you've come to your senses. So as I was going to say is, were going on holiday. Me, you and your mother. We thought maybe the Mediterranean or Italy but your mother enlightened me that we go to somewhere hot every holiday; Therefore I've booked us to stay at a Ski resort near Spokland. You should enjoy it the-" I cut him off feeling suddenly angry.

"Please tell me we are NOT going to a cold bloody ski resort near Washington! I can't stand the cold and snow let alone staying there for weeks. Plus I can't even Ski", I moaned like a six year old child. I suddenly remembered that I had indeed just interupted him. Oh god, have mercy on my soul.

"What the hell is your problem Rosemarie Mazer? Not had enough fun last night?", I growled" Don't you dare disrespect me like that again understood?..." When I didn't answer he just sighed dangerously,"I will fax you the information. Pack a bag and get ready for 3am tomorrow afternoon"

He wasn't happy. I could tell by him using my full name. I was fuming and angry beyond belive as well though. How dare he bring up my rough reputaition? He knows more than most people that I'm not perticaually proud of my 'ways', as such. But it's just how I live. I get dressed up; I get drunk; I get laid. Simple.

Not many people brought it up if they knew what was good for them. Especially Mum and Dad and there Guardians. I smiled inwardly when I recalled the time I broke Carter's jaw and Max's nose (Abe's personal guardians) when they brought it up negatively in a attempt in insulting me.

So I was shocked to see him say that so openly and well... Easily. I thought he knew it upset me to hear ( espeically him ) call me in a sutle way of his,

A bloodwhore.

"What the hell Ibraham?" Was all I could say in my mind of anger and ugly thoughts. He gave an nearly Identical growl to me.

"I've had enough Rosemarie. I've put up with your shit for years now but No more. From now on you are going to respect me and your mother and listen - and you better listen well Rosemarie. Because from now on you will pull your unworthy ass together and get something good out of your life. Something better than Drinking, smoking and sex. Get a job or even a damn hobby. Just, please, sort out your life before you're in to deep you won't be able to get out. Let alone me help you. You need discipline and pushing in the right way, you also need to decide. I'll do the discipline and pushing. You can do the deciding, little girl. That's what this holidays going to be for, so pack a bag and I expect to get to work on cleaning up your act when were over there"

I was frozen in shock at his outburst. He swore, begged and even threatened me - not was one hell of a lecure. As I recalled the talk and mulled over the details I realized that my life really was shit. Not as in, Boring and dull shit; as in messy and dirty shit. In that moment I almost felt filthy, almost as bad as all the rumors say I am. Mostly, I felt disgusted. Disgusted in myself.

Noticing he had hung up on me, I placed the phone back on it's stand. Then I finally thought: What's the point of living a life if I don't enjoy it?

I inhaled a large breath, squared my shoulders and made my self promise,

I was going to turn my life back around - In the right direction...