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This story is still based on the major characters of the V.A. world but has a different concept and approach to things. Hopefully it will be enjoyable and give things a nice and fresh taste. If you like it please review and let me know :) if you don't then let me know what it is you'd like to see different. Happy Readings Everyone!

Chapter 1:Losing it All

"Rose!" I feel myself being shaken awake but my deep slumber doesn't want to subside. I'm a deep sleeper. I once slept through an earthquake! Ok. Not really, but it sure does feel like that sometimes. This is my heaven, the peacefulness of sleep, the fluidity of the body during which you float on air and dream of anything you want, make anything you want, be anything you want. But someone won't stop shaking me and my walls begin to crumble, the beach fades, the sunlight dims, the garden is gone.

"Mom! I'm leaving today and you want to torture me some more?" Ugh. The nerve! No one wakes me up early; they usually value their face more than that. But my mother is fearless. Strong. Powerful. Sometimes I'm amazed other times I'm irritated, guess which one it is now? IRRITATED.

"I may never come back if you keep shaking me awake" I mumble the very last words because I'm drifting again and words don't matter in sleep.

"Oh. Just shut up Rose. You forget who you get your temper from and mine is running thin. Get. Up. Now." She doesn't scream, she says it calmly, slow. I know it's bad, she means business. My mother, Janine Hathaway, is an expert at exercising her "voice". Yup. That's what I call it, I don't know what else to name it, and it's beyond me why I even listen to her sometimes. But I do. Sometimes I don't want to obey her commands but time and time again, I just don't have the choice to say no. Weird. I must have been conditioned as a kid to not disobey her.

"Ok. Ok. No need to get your panties up in a bunch. I'm up." I hesitate, she looks beautiful this morning. Her auburn fiery hair is in tight curls flowing down her shoulder, which are broad yet slim, muscular yet soft. Her green eyes are bright with life and her lips shine in the iridescent light of the morning sun. My mother is beautiful. I can see why a mobster like my father would go weak at the knees for her.

I'm lucky. My parents love each other, sometimes more than they care to shut the door for. I want something like that. I want something pure and simple, like breathing. I sigh and it sends shivers all the way to my soul because I know this is my last day here, in my haven. I will go somewhere cold and barren, far away from my sunny existence in Florida.

"Boarding school here I come!" I shout, dripping with sarcasm, as my mother descends the stairs. She glances back at me and I see the immaturity of my actions in her eyes. I don't care. I turn away. I deserve to be childish. They did this to me. It's my final year of high school and I'm popular, head of the gymnastics club and I have a boyfriend that makes me happy but they're taking it all away from me. The sun outside is shining and bright but I'm anything but bright this morning, in a few hours I will be on an airplane to Montana, just because my parents need to go to Turkey for a year! I miss Turkey, I'd love to go with them but they say it's too dangerous for me. I'd like more of an explanation but this is my life and I've never been on more than on a need to know basis and I obviously don't need to know much, according to my parents.

I stumble down the steps with my bags. I'm already missing the sun I will so soon be deprived of, so I dressed as sunny as I could. My brown hair is down in soft waves that look luscious and full. I'm wearing my favorite baby doll dress, its yellow with pink hues and looking at it makes me smile. I need to smile, especially today. I feel as if I'm my own personal sun in this dress and I'm shining like a hot summer day in Florida. I checked the weather channel for any news on Montana, it wasn't pretty. Today will be a whopping 30 degrees Fahrenheit. It's crazy! It's the end of January and in Florida the weather is a calming 75 degrees Fahrenheit or higher. Oh how I'll miss you sunshine!

"Mom. I'm starved; please tell me my going away breakfast is big and hearty." I whine, because moms cooking is definitely the second thing next to my sun that will make missing home almost unbearable.

"Yes honey." The faint of a smile appears on her lips. She loves my eating habits. "Omelet, hash browns, bacon and chocolate glazed doughnuts. Your favorite." She dashed a winning smile, one I actually knew better than to be comforted by. Something was up and she wasn't telling me.

"Uh oh" I let out a sigh "Mom just tell me, I can tell something is bothering you."

"Oh honey. I'm so sorry. I know you think that I'm not telling you everything but times are dangerous. I need you to promise me something." She stares deep into my eyes and I'm startled at the intensity I see in her green ones. I'm suddenly chilled. I nod my head, not trusting my vocal chords to break out of the thin ice that engulfs them. I was right, something is definitely wrong.

"You are being subscribed under the name of Rosemarie Hathaway. Not Mazur. Baby, you need to promise me that you won't mention your Mazur name while away. There are men out there that hate your father and want to hurt us, even if it means using dark magic." I almost chocked on the words "dark magic". I thought my family was all about rationale not fantasy! This is ridiculous; she doesn't want to tell me the truth so instead she makes up lies to scare me. GREAT. I hate the need to know basis.

I've taken too long to answer and my mother has become fidgety. She glares at me, demanding I take her seriously. I don't even think of disagreeing."

"Yes mom. I understand. My name is Rose Hathaway. Not Mazur." I say in a daze. I hate when she does this to me. She uses her momness to control me, guilt me into obeying her. This is so NOT the best going away breakfast.

"I'm going to miss you so much. Don't forget to email me 'kay?" I hug him tightly. In this moment it doesn't matter that I never loved Mason because I will miss him just the same. He made me so happy and he always protected me, made me feel small beneath his arms but safeguarded. I will miss him. I will miss home.

The plane ride to Montana was long and tiring. Im light headed the moment I step off the plane and I can't help but wonder if it's my bodies innate rejection to this new place, the altitude really doesn't agree with me. As I approach the school big iron gates meet my gaze, as the gates opens and as I stumble along I feel something tugging at my soul, my very essence. This pull is strong and I feel it drip into me like a magnet trying to peer off my set direction and steer me along its way. I shake the feeling of the pull and head forward.

I'm relieved when I've gotten far enough from the gates that my breath has evened out. My first order of business is to meet with the principle to get my class schedule and to have a "talk". Not my words but my mothers. The secretary ushers me in before I can even take a breath. Before I set my eyes on the headmistress of St. Vladimir Academy, I take in my surroundings. The office is beautiful. I admire it all, from the fifteen feet high arched windows that showcase the beautiful moonlight to the mahogany desk that glows unnaturally bright and the chandelier that throws of multicolored hues with each light bulb it encases. It appears to be heaven inside this room. I snap out of it. This will become my own personal hell. I hate this school, I'm far away from home and I hate it.

"Please sit" the headmistress calmly rises and I barely see her lips move. Wait. Her lips didn't move, but then how come I heard her? Damn flight, I'm going crazy from all the jet-lag.

"I said sit Ms. Hathaway, you will not disrespect me in my own office." She did it again but this time with a scowl on her face. This has to be a joke, there must be a voice recording somewhere and she uses this stupid routine on new students to scare them into behaving. Ugh. Stupid school.

"I'm sorry ma'am but I don't like this game. I'm tired and don't feel like playing along right now." I'm dumbfounded. How did I just sound so calm, I'm furious! She's messing with me on my first day, hell, on the day BEFORE my first day and I'm calling her ma'am?

"I don't play games Ms. Hathaway, you will quickly learn this fact and whether you learn it the hard or good way is entirely up to you. Now, I said sit." This time her lips did move but her face remained in a scowl. I didn't really care too much for her words, I was just glad happy she wasn't messing with me anymore. She turned on her heel and opened the cabinet next to her mahogany desk. She pulls out my schedule and hands it to me. I glance quickly up and down the form and brighten up instantly. No advanced classes! Mom had mentioned this school being academically ambitious and Rose Mazur is anything but. I take a deeper look into my schedule for the next couple of months. I almost chocked on my own saliva!

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I couldn't stop myself from cursing even after the many threats this principle had already thrown onto me but she must think Im fucking stupid because this has got be a joke.

"Ms. Hathaway, do not make such a mistake again. I will wash your mouth with soap for hours if it must come to that. Do not act foolishly stupid around me child." She looks directly at me and I feel scrutinized at her gaze.

"Headmistress Kirova, I apologize." What? The hell I'm sorry. I'm furious with this old hag. "But Sihir Arts? That has to be a joke headmistress, I know Turkish and sihir means magic."

"Make no mistake little girl, I know exactly who you are." My breath hitched. I had broken the only promise I'd ever make to my mother of concealing my identity while at St. Vladimir. "Hathaway is a diluted bloodline of the Timur Guardians, you are what I'd like to call a mutt Ms. Hathaway. No matter, your mother pays the tuition of this institution and you will learn to become a guardian even if I have to beat it into you myself." She practically hissed the last few words. Ok that's it. I'm going home, this woman is officially crazy! I made a mistake, this is an insane asylum and I must have gotten off on the wrong stop and missed the school because I'm stuck in crazy town and Kirovas the mayor. I make myself move and stand on my feet. The headmistress gives me a sideways glance and speaks into my mind. Oh No! Now I'm the one that's crazy!

"Ms. Hathaway, your mother has informed me that you do not know what you are or what you come from but I will explain it to you. You are a Timur guardian and you will damn well act like one. See to your studies and learn because I do not tolerate those that are weak minded. Your first class tomorrow will be an introductory course and I will see to it that your professor understands your unique necessity of needing to LEARN what you are and where you come from. Honestly! It's a disgrace your mother has kept it from you for this long." She speaks with a minutes hesitation for air, well why would she? She is speaking to my mind and her vocal chords are uniquely quiet for someone speaking for so long. There is a rapping at the door, I'm startle by the sound and curl further into my seat.

"Come in." The headmistress speaks out loud this time and I'm relieved. Finally, my head has some rest. "Ah, Dimitri, just the man I wanted to see." I turn my gaze to the said new person standing in the room and to say that the universe wept because of his beauty is putting it lightly. Strong. Beautiful. Powerful. This man is everything every man isn't and everything any woman wants. "This is Rosemarie Hathaway, your new project. She will require extensive help in the sihir arts." As Kirova addresses him he turns and glares at me the entire time.

"Dimitri Belikov." He nods his head as a means of introduction. Too bad no physical contact ensued; I might have melted right then and there.

"Rose Hathaway." I respond breathless.

"Well Ms. Hathaway I guess I better whip you into shape. I could make something out of you, it'll challenging but doable. Much like you are." He speaks and I can't see his lips move either. Wait! What did he just say? He did not just insinuate that I'm "doable"! I glare at him. Hard.

"Bite me Belikov." I retort

"Where Ms. Hathaway?" He smirks and that ends our conversations. He slips into a wordless conversation with Kirova as I'm escorted to the dormitory by the secretary. Finally some alone time after all this hell. Tomorrow is too close for comfort and my wake-less haven is waiting for me in order to soothe the pain of losing everything I've ever known.