Disclaimer: I do not own VA, that is all Richelle Mead, this story's plot, however, is mine.

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Stone.
Sometimes I believe that, that is what I truly am. As emotionless as a Strigoi. As ruthless as a Strigoi. But as fierce as a blast of blinding, white, light. My mother has tried countless times to get me to open up. None of these attempts worked, so she did the only thing she thought of. She sent me to Saint Vladimir's Academy. She thought that if I made friends, I wouldn't be so stoic. If anything, she should be happy that daughter of the famous Guardian Janine Hathaway, would have a daughter that wouldn't forget that "They come first." So that's that. Here I am, on my way to the academy on a train. Curled up into a corner, writing to you. My dia—shit, I mean journal. It was a gift, from my mother nonetheless. You're a tiny, black, leather-bound book that intend to keep. It's the middle if the school year and I'm pretty damn sure that I'm not going to be behind. I've fought a couple of my mother friends that are guardians and have pinned them in a matter of minuets, so I'm not to worried. I've already killed 7 Strigoi, and have my molnija marks to prove it. It's a damn shame that they are giving me a mentor to, and I quote, "make sure I don't fall behind in my classes." As if. If anything, I should be teaching the class. I can surely take down everyone and everyone at that school without breaking a sweat.
You know the term, "it's my way or the highway"? Yeah, that pretty much my motto. Anyway, the train just stopped and they are letting off the people that are here for Montana. I look out the window and see a black van with a guy holding a sign that says "Rosemarie Hathaway". Well, here goes nothing.
-R

I sigh as I close my leather bound diary—shit, I mean journal. I pack it into my side bag and grab my suitcase. I walk off the train and over to the man holding my name of the sign. He's tall. Really tall. I get near him and I put my head up to look him dead in the eye.

"Can I help you, miss?" The tall stranger asks.

"Rose Hathaway." I answer briskly. He looks a little shocked. "Not what you expected?" I grab the hair tie off my wrist and I pull my hair up into a tight pony tail. I look at him again and I see that he's actually not that bad looking, hot really. He's got this shoulder length brown hair pulled into a small pony tail at the nape of his neck, these big brown chocolate orbs in place of his eyes, and muscles. Muscles everywhere. I walk towards the black van, pulling my suitcase behind me.

"I can take those for you." I hear him say behind me.

I turn to face him, "I think I got it." I walk to the van and I jump in through the open window. I look at the annoyed face he has on, and I almost smirk but as soon as I realized what I was about to do, I pull down my 'Guardian Mask'. He gets to the van and enters the normal way. It looks so boring.

"Guardian Dimitri Belikov. I will be your mentor, and you will be training with me before and after school. No exceptions." He says, with a slight accent that I can't put my finger on just yet.

"You're going down." I stated simply.
"Is that a threat or a challenge?"

"Both," I give him an emotionless look.

The rest of the car ride is silent. Except for the really bad country music he refused to turn off. He stops the car near the gate having to check in, and then we keep up driving. Straight to the dhampirs dormitories. I grab my bag and my suit case and walk towards the dorms, every guy her and in a 50-foot radius is staring at me. Why wouldn't they be? I'm dressed clad in all black. Black skinny jeans, black converse high-tops, and a black v-neck. I'll admit it, I look hot—no, I am smokin' hot! I look toward this Dimitri guy, wondering if he's going to show me my room, but then I see a brave soul from one of the spectators step forward. He's cute, but that's just it, he's just cute. Red haired, freckles, blue eyes.

"Hi. Ashford. Mason Asford," he winks at me while giving his James Bond impression, and epically failing at it.

I look at him strangely and hold out my hand, "Rose," I say, him shaking my hand.

"Rose!" Dimitri barks at me to get over to him, I didn't even realize he was inside the building, careless for a guardian, even a novice. I walk up a flight of stairs behind the tall man. "Your room is 17B, make yourself at home, I will come by in an hour to escort you to Headmistress Kirova." He tells me and then turns around, and walks off. Well, isn't he just a fun guy to be around?

I open my door and walk in. It's not that bad, not horribly small, but not gigantic either. Small typical bathroom. Typical, well, everything. Though, I do get a little silver mini fridge. Score!

I unpack, and find that everything fits in my closet. I hide my diar—shit, I mean journal, under the corner of my mattress. I glance at my electric blue colored digital clock I brought with me, it's 6 P.M. On vampire schedule. Shit, when did I get here? 4 P.M? 4:15? Either way, as soon as I open my door, Dimitri is standing right there with his hand raised just about to knock.

"Lets go." I sidestep him out my door, and turn to face him, "well?" I ask annoyed.

"Yes, lets go." He says gruffly.