A New World

Author's Notes:

Disclaimer: All Vampire Academy stuff belongs to the awesome Richelle Mead.

Summary: Elle goes to a prestigous and private college in New England. Although she's at college on a full academic Scholarship, she needs money to live. So Elle works at a local Coffee shop.

Will is a royal Moroi attending the same college. After his first semester at school his parents have cut him off. Will applies for a job at the same coffee shop as Elle.

How will two people from completely different cultures and worlds get along?

This is my first shot at writing Fan Fiction. Story will be from Elle's POV. Thank you for taking the time to read my story:)


I had never really been on campus late at night, or in the early hours of the morning, for that matter. I always made sure when I left work or a late class that I went immediately back to my dorm room. Going into college I knew that crime could still happen at school. While most kids saw the dorm buildings, maple lined walk ways, and the grand looking New England halls as a semblance of comfort, I wasn't fooled. I knew very well that it didn't take a dark alley to find oneself in a distressful situation. So it was with the deepest regret that I came to be in the middle of the vacant campus.

A feeling of pure panic and dread cemented me to my spot. The cause of this fear and panic originated from a pair of bright red eyes. They raked up and down my body the way a cat would size up a rat, and while I stood there in my petrified state, those eyes made their way closer. A shiver ran up my spine and locked in place another limb. The urge to evade and run screaming was powerful, but there I stayed. As if responding to my thoughts of evacuation, a deep snarl came from below those red eyes, and for the first time I realized they belonged to a face. This face belonged to a woman. A woman so pale she looked like she should be in a morgue; Chalky, ashen, and pallid was the only way to describe her.

It was somewhat of a comfort to find that my mind was still working on full pistons. I had no idea why my body wasn't responsive?

Somewhere on campus I could hear an ambulance's siren. It was still pretty far away, but the soft sound of that horn was my only connection to the rest of the world right now.

The woman didn't seem bothered by it at all while she continued toward me. Her approach began to quicken, and instead of taking another small step foward, she dashed over to me in a blurr. The movement was so fast that I gasped when she stopped in front of me, a smile so menacing and deadly stretched across her face that I almost passed out. This must be what the tuna sees before the shark devours it.

I could feel my heart hammering against my rib cage, and a trickle of sweat slid down my neck. My subconscious mind realized that the ambulance was getting closer. Really close. I wondered if they were going to ride by this side of campus, maybe there was hope for me after all. Although, I wasn't sure if a few EMT's could stop the creature who was standing in front of me now. Yes, I said creature. It was pretty obvious that no human woman stood in front of me. Not with eyes and speed like that.

Finally gaining control of some part of my body, I snapped my head around to look for my only way out of this mess, but I couldn't see the damn ambulance. The street that ran next to the dorms on my left was empty. The only sign of the ambulance was the siren, and it was so loud now that it was actually painful to my ears.

My head turned to the woman in front of me to see if she was affected by the noise, when her arm reached out. Five white, bony fingers came towards me and wrapped around my throat. Just as she went to squeeze and twist those fingers, the ambulance siren peaked at a new volume.

I sat up in my bed, breathing hard. A dream…it was only a dream.


More of a nightmare than a dream. I was breathing so hard I felt like I had just ran a marathon.

Sweat drizzled down my neck and gathered around the edge of my tank top. My alarm clock was blaring, screaming at me to WAKE UP! I slammed my fist down on the snooze button. God I hated mornings.

Goose bumps were all over my arms. I looked like the Thanksgiving turkey right before my mom butters it.

Anyway, the nightmare was over, and a hot shower before class sounded too good.

After I let the hot water from my shower wash away the sweat and haunting images from this mornings dream, I changed into some skinny jeans and a t-shirt. It was my favorite t-shirt, made of delicately thin cotton. The t-shirt was oversized. One side hung from my shoulder perfectly, showing just the right amount of skin. I threw on a pare of flat strappy sandals, combed through my wet hair, and looked in the mirror. I had that I-don't-really-care-what-I-look-like-but-obviously-I-care-enough-because-my-outfits-cute look.

I always took care of myself, but I was never into appearances. I was just an average girl. I wouldn't say I was a slob or even plain, but I had a beauty that most girls around me had. I guess you could say I was cute. That was the word used most frequently by my peers; Never gorgeous, beautiful, stunning. I didn't mind though. I found that what was in my heart and mind was more important than how nice my face was.

Anyway, I was 5'8", a little on the taller side. My school mates usually described me as lanky. When I was in middle school I hated it because I was taller than all of the boys. No one wanted to date the freakishly tall girl. It was Junior year of High school when all of the boys shot up in height that I actually had a few admirers.

My mother was of Polish and Italian decent so my skin kinda followed its own rules as far as tone was concerned. In the winter I was deathly pale, you could find the same pallor on a vampire. Then the summer came, and I was as tan as a Brazilian beach babe. My skin was a warm honey that lasted until the end of September when the pale would usually return. My mom joked that I was a summer/winter and had the best of both worlds. My summer wardrobe was so different from the winter, and not just because there was more clothing involved. Colors were so different you would have thought they were for two different people. My chocolate brown hair and eyes didn't help matters. They looked fine with brown or blonde hair. My mother also joked that if I ever wanted to take up espionage as a career path that I could save a lot of money on the whole changing your identity bit.

Since it was fall, I was a little bit on the paler side, but my hair still shone with the last of summers highlights.

Time to head to class.

On my way over to Wester hall, were I had a 9:00am Sociology class, I grabbed an apple and tea for breakfast. I was finishing my apple as I headed up the steps of the hall. My class was in one of those large lecture rooms that held at least one hundred students. As I opened the door to head down the steps of the room , I ran right into the back of guy standing on the other side of the door.

"Umph" he breathed as he stumbled forward. I reached for the back of his gray t-shirt and gave it a tug, before he reached the edge of the first of many steps.

"Oh my god!" I half yelled at him. I left go of his shirt, and he turned around to glare at me. When his eyes met my face his immediately softened. "I am so sorry. I didn't even see you there…" My voice trailed off because now I had gotten a proper look at him. Sweet baby Jesus in your golden fleece diaper! Yes, I'm quoting Talladega Nights. You would too if you saw him. He was gorgeous. Like, super model in a Prada advertisement gorgeous. I kinda stared at him, long enough to feel like a creepy weirdo. At that point I realized he had been talking to me, and I needed to focus before he thought I had ADD or something.

"…but don't worry about it." Huh, what the hell had he just said? " They're not my favorite pair of Pradas anyway." he said in a slightly annoyed tone. I realized he was talking about his shoes because he gestured toward them while he mentioned the designer. Prada huh, I knew it! Oh shit! I spilled my Tea all over him.

"Oh my god!" I shouted for the second time realizing what I had just done. He frowned at me.

"How articulate. Well I must be going, class will be starting soon, and I need to use the rest room." He stalked off into the hallway. By the time my brain came up with something to say he was gone.

Had I seen him in class before? I realized we were only four weeks in, but how could I miss someone like that. I guess seventy-five students in one class could distract a girl.

I walked down the steps towards my seat and noticed a few people were staring, catching the end of my little mishap, I'm sure. As I approached, they turned back to their books, phones, or whatever was keeping them busy. I found my seat in the fourth row, middle column.

The door on the ground floor of the hall flew open, and Professor Roberts swept into the room. His tie was flailing out over his left shoulder, he had a cup of coffee in his right hand, and his brief case in his left. "Social Stratification can have positive or negative influences on individuals in their social order. We will discuss how stratifications in terms of the Functionalist Theories affect individuals and groups in those respective societies." He had all of this out before he even put his brief case down on the lab table. Attempting to keep up with his rapid fire of information, I pulled out my notebook and began scribbling down the lecture.

"You're late Sr." Professor Roberts directed to someone in the back of the room. All eyes turned around to see the guy I had tripped and spilled my breakfast on. Somehow, in of a room of seventy-five he managed to fine my face. The glare he shot me made me sink into my chair. "My sincerest apologizes Professor, it will not happen again."

Professor Roberts scoffed. "Thank you and please have a seat Mr….?"

" William Drozdov Sr."

"Please have a seat Mr. Drozdov. Next time you will find the door locked." Again, William looked at me.

"As I was saying, there are two types of Social…." As Professor Roberts continued on with the lecture I couldn't help, but continue to sneak short glances at this William guy every so often. It wasn't that he was just gorgeous, but there was something strange about him.

First of all, he was extremely tall, at least 6'4" or 6"5". Also, he was really pale. When I ran into him earlier I had noticed the blue veins visible on his forehead, but now that I really focused on him I could see he was like that all over. He had the most amazing golden blonde hair, long enough for him to run his hands through. And he had one of those super sexy chiseled jaws, but still managed to maintain, what I found to be, an irresistibly boyish look. My god I don't think I'd ever seen someone like him, not in real life anyway. Not that it mattered. From the way he looked at me right now, he wasn't interested. Oh shit! He's looking at me, and I'm staring at him like I've lost my goddamn mind.

"Hahem." I heard Professor Roberts clear his throat. That's when I realized it wasn't just incredibly good looking William staring at me. The whole class was. "Can you answer the question seat 37?" Oh god, he was calling the number of my seat. What question had he asked again?

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that again Professor?" He took a deep breathe and said, "Can you please name a few causes of Stratification?"

"Oh! Umm…sure. Ethnicity, Education, Economic Status…"

"Very good…Ms." He looked down at his seating chart. "Delsorto." I relaxed in my chair a little. He continued on with the lecture for a while, but my mind kept drifting back to the guy sitting seven seats to my left and three rows up. Every couple minutes I would peak back at him, and I would catch him looking at me. I really needed to focus on this class, but I couldn't seem to help myself.

It was almost the end of class when I heard Professor asking, "Does anyone find any validity in the Functionalist Theories of mutualitistic relations between elites and commoners. Do elites really provide managerial benefits, and do the commoners' produce the surplus necessary to adequately reward these services? Ahhh….yes, Mr Drozdov is it?"

"Yes Professor, and yes I do believe the upper strata, if you will, is impertinent to the stabilizing or managing, as you mentioned, of our financial, cultural, and ecological systems." He glanced around the lecture hall. "People complain about the one percent in our country for example, but without that one percent to govern and commerce we would essentially have no order or market. The one percent are the reason why Americans and the lower class can maintain the life styles they have, and live in an individualistic country."

"That's an interesting observation Mr. Drozdov."

"Professor if you don't mind." I spoke up. "Although Mr. Drozdov has a few good points…" I peered over at William to see a smug looking smile on his face. "…I have to disagree with him." His face fell. "The Functionalist theories fail because they only benefit the Elite which could, indirectly, have negative affects for them as well.

The relationship depends on a very delicate balance. If Elites were to, for example, take advantage of that system, widening the gap between the two, commerce, industry, our economy could suffer. And since Elites run all of those...well...

Also, in order for mutualitstic relationships to work the "commoner" often has to turn over Freedoms and Control to benefit from this system. This also leaves an opportunity for the Elites to take advantage of resources distribution, monopolizing commerce, and influencing government. The theory of mutuality relations works, but the execution lack something to be desired. Caste and Class systems are archaic and inefficient "

"But that doesn't mean they don't exist and aren't working." William interrupted. "And it also doesn't disprove that the Mutualistic theory is ineffective.

The Elite class are more efficient and better equipped to manage due to stratification itself, if not indirectly. Elites are more educated, have more influence, money, power, I could go on. The point is Elites are capable of overseeing. The lower class or commoner usually lacks the ability to do so. Therefore they are dependent upon the Elites to manage."

Now I was starting to get pissed off. What a snob. Some of his points were true, but his idea of the "every day person" was extremely warped. What a rich pretty boy."I think that's under estimating the masses a little, don't you? So I guess we just have to hope we're born with the silver spoon or we won't amount to anything huh?" I knew I had a better answer than that, but this kid was pissing me off. The tight set of his jaw let me know he was feeling the same way.

"Alright, that's enough." Professor Roberts ended our little argument. "I think you both make good points. Seeing how our time is up for class, we'll finish this little debate later. Please finish reading chapters 7,8, and 9 for next class."

I grabbed my notes and bag and started up the stairs. William, or that douche bag as I was starting to refer to him in my mind, was right in front of me. When he got to the top of the steps, and headed through the door, I was about to call his name. I didn't really want to talk to him, but I felt I should apologize about the tea, and making him late for class.

"William!" We both looked up. One of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen walked over to William. Like him, she was tall, with long straight blonde hair that landed right above her waist. She was on the pale side like him, and she had eyes the color of forest green. Her legs went on for miles that started with a pair of strappy heeled sandals. She wore cargo shorts, so short I'm sure if she bent over I'm sure some guy would receive a good show. She was a nock-out. "William, I've been looking for you ever where." Oh, and a nice little New England,-Vanderbilt bullshit accent on her as well. Looks and breeding. This was nothing new for me. I've been living with this bullshit for two years now.

Why would I be surprised that this was the circle he ran in after his little speech in class. Feeling somewhat disappointed, I turned around and started towards work; Leaving my apology at the lecture hall.


Chapter End Notes:

Thank you Thank you Thank you again for taking the time to read my story.

Feel free to leave me a comment. Good or bad I would love to hear from you.

If you do write a review I'll show you what Elle and Will look like;)

Next update shouldn't take long;)

Toni