My attempt at a vampire academy fanfic

Ok, this fanfic is my first and will be crappy; it is set at st Vladimir's while rose is still at school, hopefully it will eventually include the whole gang, including the once evil mia. Well good luck understanding it, I tend to be incoherent when I write.

Basically rose inherits awesome super powers through lissa (who controls spirit but has held on to the ability to use all branches of magic before you specialise), so rose will go into insane super power, terminator bitch mode, can't wait

Adrian POV

'IVASHKOV!' a certain sexy dhamphir screamed as she barged through my door, scratch that, sexy angry dhamphir. I noticed the door banging into my wall as she shoved it open, hell, bet that left a dent.

'And to what do I owe the pleasure my dearest Rosemarie' I slurred as I swaggered over to the alcohol cabinet and tried to tug the door open. Damn, it was stuck; maybe I should buy a cabinet without a door. I grimaced as a particularly harsh wave of spirit darkness washed over me, I had only just woken up and so far hadn't had the time to take my daily medicine (vodka, the Russian kind), and the hangover from yesterday wasn't helping either.

Rose, though clearly still fuming, took pity on me and stormed over to help. She wrenched at the handle and tore the door right off its hinges before glaring at it and throwing it onto my bed. My god she is so sexy when she does her terminator impression.

Well, I guess that solved the problem of the door... more importantly the alcohol had been freed, that was all that mattered to my drunken throbbing mind, I poured out a glass of vodka and more composed walked over to sit on the couch.

Rose was still glaring at me from across the room; she walked towards me and sunk to her haunches staring me straight in my bloodshot eyes.

'What is this' she said raising her hand to reveal a crumpled piece of paper clenched in her fist, I winced, first at her raised fist and then at the note, god, it must look as if I have a nervous twitch.

'Rose...' I said tiredly, 'I was drunk, you can't blame me for something I hardly remember doing!'

It was the third love letter I had tacked to her door in a month, but who could blame me! I mean seriously, how could I not love her, wouldn't you?

'Look, I don't really care about this weird obsession you seem to have with me just DONT let it interfere in my life, PEOPLE COULD HAVE SEEN IT ADRIAN! People already think in a blood whore as it is, don't make this worse for me...'

I could tell that she wasn't telling me everything, even through my self-medicating half drunken stupor I could see her aura. The base colour was the usual black but it was streaked with sickly green streaks, there were also a lot of greys, depression...

I could see that she had let out all her steam, her aura still spoke of an unresolved conflict but she was no longer pissed at me, the spirit darkness was gone, thank heavens. I pulled her in for a hug, she needed one, already her lower lip had started to jut out like they do in the movies and her eyes were shiny.

'Nothing sleazy ivashkov' she murmured into my chest sniffing.

'Nothing sleazy my rose' I said into her hair kissing her on the head. When she left I collapsed onto my bed before jerking up again, I had sat on the mangled ruins of my liquor cabinet's door, as in splinters and nails and stuff, and I had to go find lissa I was NOT going to wait for this to heal naturally. As I walked off I kept thinking my poor, poor, perfect butt...

Nobody judge me harshly, it's my first, but of course if there is something seriously wrong or offensive please tell me no matter how much it will hurt (sniff!)