Disclaimer- vampier academy is all richelle mead's. unfortunatly :'(

This is frostbit, from Adrian's POV. I got the idea from the story, loving little rose, which I suggest you all read. Even if my story ends up terrible, which it might, you guys should still check out loving little rose. It is awesome

Please tell me what you guys think. If it's no good I won't post any more up.

I sighed and took another cigarette out of the packet. That party was stupid. All the royals were strutting around like they owned the place. Even though, technically, they did. My auntie, Queen Tatiana, had insisted I come to the lodge with the other moroi, so that I could make some connections. Since I got here, I had been forced to attend party after party. Normally, I love parties. Alcohol, and music, but these weren't those sorts of parties. They were dinner parties. So I was sitting around with a bunch of old royals, discussing the weather and politics. I had got out as soon as I could, and found this porch. The porch was built into the side of the mountain and had a breathtaking view of the other peaks and valleys around us— if you felt like standing around long enough in freezing temperatures to admire it. Which most people didn't. So it was deserted, apart from me. I took a long drag of my cigarette.

It's a bad habit I told myself.

But it takes the depression away, I said back, trying to reason with myself.

I was about to go back inside to find some place to get another drink, when I heard a noise. I looked around and saw a young girl. Well, not young. She was probably only a few years younger than me. And boy, was she hot. She deffinatly wasn't a moroi… not with boobs like THAT. So she had to be Dhampir. She walked up the porch steps, and didn't notice me. She was cute, but as she got closer, I saw she also had a massive black eye. I wondered were she got it.

"Hey, little Dhampir."

She turned around, startled. I smirked as she looked me over. She wasn't just cute, she was hot.

"yeah?" she asked

I looked her over. She was damn sexy, even all bundled up in skiing clothes. I could tell she had a lot of attitude. By the look on her face, I could tell she was used to getting checked out. She also seems vaguely familiar. But I was sure I had never seen her before. If I had seen anyone as hot as this, I was sure I would remember, weather I was drunk or not.

I shrugged. "Just saying hi, that's all."

She looked at me for a few minutes. I racked my brain, trying to say something else to say. I didn't want her to leave just yet. She… intrigued me. Most girls, both moroi and Dhampir, try to get with me all the time. And she... didn't seem to care. I wasn't use to that. I stuffed my hands into my coat pockets, and found my cigarette packet. She turned and started to walk off.

"You smell good, you know," I told her quickly. She couldn't leave me yet. I still didn't know her name, and I felt drawn to her. I smiled a git more at her. She really did smell good. It wasn't the smell of perfume. Her normal smell was, well, intoxicating.

"I… um, what?" she asked, sounding as puzzled as she sounded.

"You smell good," I repeated. Grinning at her.

"Are you joking? I've been sweating all day. I'm disgusting." She replied, and she tilted her body to the side, showing her attitude. It also made her curves really prominent. it was also starting to get me exited.

Stay on subject, stay on subject, stay on subject, I told myself.

"Sweat isn't a bad thing," I told her. I lean my head against the wall, trying to think of this apart from the way her body curves, or what it will look like without those clothes on…

"Some of the best things in life happen while sweating. Yeah, if you get too much of it and it gets old and stale, it turns pretty gross. But on a beautiful woman? Intoxicating. If you could smell things like a vampire does, you'd know what I'm talking about. Most people mess it all up and drown themselves in perfume. Perfume can be good…especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry. But you only need a hint. Mix about 20 percent of that with 80 percent of your own perspiration…mmm." I felt myself ease back to normal, and turned to face her. I gave her my sexy smile. "Dead sexy."

"Well, thanks for the hygiene lesson," she said. There was her attitude again.

"But I don't own any perfume, and I'm going to go shower all this hot sweaty action off me. Sorry." Man, I had to get to know this girl better, even if it killed me. I open my eyes to her, well, my eyes were open, but I guess you could saw I opened my third eye? I had never specialised, but I could so other things… like see people's aura. This is what I was doing know. I looked at her aura. It was…. It was weird. Most auras are one colour, or the colour or a personas mood. But hers… it was... I couldn't tell you the colour. It seemed to be covered in shadows. There were glints of light around the edges. I wonder why her aura is like that.

Ill ask her later, I decided.

I pulled out the packet of cigarettes I was still holding, and offered her one. She shook her head at me. I pulled one out for myself and lit it.

"Bad habit," she said, watching me light it.

"One of many," I replied. I am sure she's already smelled the alcohol on me. It all helps me feel better. I inhale deeply.

"You here with St. Vlad's?" I ask her, trying to change the subject.

"Yup."

"So you're going to be a guardian when you grow up."

"Obviously." She replied crisply.

"How long until you grow up?" I ask. "I might need a guardian."

"I graduate in the spring. But I'm already spoken for. Sorry." She replied.

I looked at her surprised. Guardians were assigned after they graduated. How come she already knew who she was going to be with?

"Yeah? Who is he?" I asked,

"She'sVasilisa Dragomir."

"Ah." I said, grinning, that's why. Id heard a lot about Vasilisa, and a friend of hers, who was the daughter of a very famous guardian.

"I knew you were trouble as soon as I saw you. You're Janine Hathaway's daughter." I said, still smiling. I had met Janine a few times, and she scared the shit out of me. But at least know I knew were I recognized this girl from. She looked a hell of a lot like her mother.

"I'm Rose Hathaway," she corrected. She didn't look to happy about the mention of her mother.

"Nice to meet you, Rose Hathaway." I said, extending a gloved hand to her. She hesitated, and then took it. "Adrian Ivashkov." I told her.

"And you think I'm trouble," she muttered.

I laughed. She wasn't the only one who had a famous family. The Ivashkov's are renowned for one of the wealthiest and most powerful moroi families. Most people considered us spoilt and arrogant. And I guess I was a little bit.

"Handy, huh? Each of our reputations precedes us." I told her, still grinning. It was nice talking to her. It was easy.

She shook my head. "You don't know anything about me. And I only know of your family. I don't know anything about you." She shot back at me.

"Want to?" I ask her, tauntingly. I tried to make it sound seductive as well.

"Sorry. I'm not into older guys." She replied.

"I'm twenty-one. Not that much older."

"I have a boyfriend." She told me.

Damn, I'm going to have competition… although, how could I girl who looks like THAT possibly have been single anyway? I asked myself.

"Funny you didn't mention that right away," I muse; I wonder if there's a good reason she didn't?

"He didn't give you that black eye, did he?" I ask, starting to get angry. If he did, he was going to die, I may only be a moroi, but I had learned how to fight… sort of. At the very least I could throw a good punch. I noticed her blushing

"He wouldn't be alive if he did. I got it during … practice. I mean, I'm training to be a guardian. Our classes are always rough." She replied

"That's pretty hot," I said, picturing her getting rough with me, under the covers…

No, no, no, no, Adrian, stop it. I told myself.

I drop my cigarette to the ground and put it out with my foot.

"Punching me in the eye?" she asked incredulously, her eyebrows rising.

"Well, no. Of course not. I meant that the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports." I smirked at her. I was also pretty sure that she would be really good at 'full-contact sports'.

"I'm sure you are," she said dryly.

I heard the sound of footsteps and we both turned. A young moroi girl walked up the steps.

When she saw us, she stopped suddenly.

"Hey, Mia." Rose said. From the tone of her voice, I guess that aren't friends.

She glanced between the two of us.

"Another guy?" she asked. From her tone, it sounded like rose has lots of men. I wonder what this is on about. I gave me her questioning, amused look. She gritted her teeth and decided not to dignify the girl, Mia, with a response.

"Mia, this is Adrian Ivashkov."

"Always a pleasure to meet a friend of Rose's, especially a pretty one." I smiled at her, charmingly. I also made it sound like I knew rose really well, and hadn't just met her 5 minutes ago.

"We aren't friends," she told me, glaring at Mia.

"Rose only hangs out with guys and psychopaths," said Mia. She sounded like she was trying to warn me, but it was obvious she just wanted to piss of rose. I could also see she sort of liked me. I could tell she was checking me out. Maybe she wasn't as young as she looked.

"Well," I replied cheerfully, "since I'm both a psychopath and a guy, that would explain why we're such good friends."

"You and I aren't friends either," she told me

I laugh. "Always playing hard to get, huh?"

"She's not that hard to get," said Mia, she sounded upset that I was paying attention to rose. "Just ask half the guys at our school."

What. A. bitch. I thought to myself. That one had been a low hit.

"Yeah," she retorted, "and you can ask the other half about Mia. If you can do a favour for her, she'll do lots of favours for you."

What's she going on about, I wondered, while doing a little happy dance in my mind. That was a good comeback, even if I didn't quite get it.

Mia looked embarrassed.

"Well," she said, "at least I don't do them for free."

Yea, she was deffinatly older than she looked. I couldn't help it; I made a couple of cat noises. I just love to watch cat fights.

"Are you done?" rose asked. "It's past your bedtime, and the grown-ups would like to talk now."

"Sure," she said crisply. Her cheeks turned pink, intensifying her porcelain-doll appearance. I guess there was some history about rose talking about how young she looks.

"I have better things to do anyway." She turned toward the door, and then paused with her hand resting on it. She glanced toward me. "Her mom gave her that black eye, you know." Then she went inside. The fancy glass doors swung shut behind her.

Rose and I stood in silence. I wasn't quite sure what to say. I had heard that guardian mothers didn't always get along with their kids, but… to give then black eyes?

"Your mom?" I asked her, tentatively.

"Shut up."

"You're one of those people who either has soul mates or mortal enemies, aren't you? No in-between. You and Vasilisa are probably like sisters, huh?" I asked.

"I guess."

"How is she?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

I shrug, I had noticed something funny about lissa's aura, but I wasn't quite sure. It looked golden… and I'd only seen golden aura's several times.

"I don't know. I mean, I know you guys ran away…and there was that stuff with her family and Victor Dashkov…."

She stiffened at the reference to Victor. "So?"

"Dunno. Just figured it might be a lot for her to, you know, handle."

She looked me over carefully. "I've got to go

"Are you sure?" I ask. I can tell she's avoiding me. There has to be something going on here.

"I thought it was time for the grown-ups to talk. Lots of grown-up things I'd like to talk about." I told her, smirking again.

"It's late, I'm tired, and your cigarettes are giving me a headache," she growled at me.

"I suppose that's fair." I drew in on the cigarette and let out the smoke. "Some women think they make me look sexy."

"I think you smoke them so you have something to do while thinking up your next witty line." I replied dryly

I choke on the smoke, caught between inhaling and laughing. "Rose Hathaway, I can't wait to see you again. If you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous while bruised and in ski clothes, you must be devastating at your peak." I told her, being completely truthful for once.

"If by 'devastating' you mean that you should fear for your life, then yeah. You're right." She replied, rolling her eyes. She jerked open the door. "Good night, Adrian."

"I'll see you soon." I replied.

"Not likely. I told you, I'm not into older guys."

She walked into the lodge. As the door closed, I called out to her, quietly. "Sure, you aren't."