Hey guys I deleted all my stories, I needed a new start, hope you like this one

Summary: Lissa died saving Roses life using spirit to heal her during the car crash. Rose, traumatized, ran away from the Academy and is moving around aimlessly. Recently, she's been staying at a rogue dhampirs place in Southern California. She's become a street fighter throughout her life. What happens when a sexy human comes as a librarian at her school and has affected her in more ways than one?

Chapter 1: A Day on the Job

RPOV

I do not, nor will I ever, like school. I didn't like it then, and I don't like it know. I didn't like it yesterday nor will I like it tomorrow. I didn't like it last period and I sure as hell won't like it next period. However, currently I had a donut, and today was looking pretty okay on my part.

Then Stan walked in into the class. "Miss Hathaway, you do understand there is no eating in my class." From then on, the day began to plummet.

"Actually, Stan," I said while I kicked up my feet on the desk, "wouldn't you call this more as a gift from the Angels in Heaven, then food?"

"Miss Hathaway, it seems you are referring to Angel food cake. Now put it away." I grumbled as I furiously shoved the glazed donut into my face before Stan could say much more. He just glared and I gave my best smile with donut in my mouth. He rolled his eyes and began class. Soon enough the overhead had called me to the office because I was being picked up for a family emergency, the people in class didn't really care anymore, I always leave in the middle of class. I was surprised that I was even able to come to school in the mornings in the first place. Then again I'm normally not here in the mornings, I tend to sleep in too much and miss first period. They don't care much as long as I'm not fighting in school.

I walked out of the school, not bothering with going through the office considering how they are probably used to it too. I sat in the car and opened the glove box and grabbed Masons extra stake. It's a wonder where he gets his hands on these things. He has so many sitting in house you would think it was only 5 dollars on Ebay to get one. He reached the car with that hungry look in his eyes I always see when he gets wind of a Strigoi that's in town.

Not to say that there isn't enough Strigoi in the bad parts of L.A. However, Mason can get information faster than I can run to a buffet table. Let's just get this straight, that's incredibly fast.

I sighed, not even needing to know why he pulled me out of school. It was the only condition with living with him, I help him fight and take down Strigoi. He was a junkie and it was bad. He craved for Strigoi blood to be spilled. And somehow, he even has Alchemist conections that make it so the Guardians don't even know that the death of a Strigoi even happened. It's one of the perks with being with Mason, the connections can do wonders. However, we've had some debts and slip ups that almost cost us our necks. We get out of it somehow. I'm amazed I haven't been caught and sent to some blood-whore community or an Academy.

It was broad daylight so that means we were going far. Mason had an old beat-up truck. Even though the appearance wasn't too appealing, the thing was as sturdy as a horse, if only I could say the same thing about Mason's mental health. I didn't care really, I could handle it. I wasn't at home that much anyway.

When we finally stopped driving we had ended up in Las Vegas. It was packed by this time of night, Vegas never slept. How could I judge? I didn't sleep either. It didn't take long to find the Strigoi, it was recently turned and didn't know how to handle its new abilities. I didn't even need to help Mason, but I guess he needed me for moral support.

I told him to book it home to L.A. I had a fight later that night and I refused to be late for this. The guy I was fighting has a long history with me and I was totally prepared to kick his ass for the shit he tried to pull the other night.

Mason was kind of my cover. Every fighter had some kind of manager. I didn't want to be tied down, so I did all the work while Mason stood there and looked pretty during the fights. Most people are surprised because of how organized I have to be to get this. I'm actually really good at math and a few other subjects because of how much I'm dedicated. It takes its toll though. I'm always exhausted throughout the school day. I wanted this education though to get a decent job in the future. Secretly killing Strigoi doesn't exactly pay bills. Street fighting pays for a lot of the necessities but I don't want to be dependent on it for my whole life.

I wrapped my hands and wore shorts and a sports bra with my hair in an insanely tight bun. I hated how if my hair was loose it could get in the way, but I refused to cut it. After all, Lissa had loved my hair. Mason drove me to the arena and I walked in like I normally did, with confidence. I haven't lost a game, and I don't plan on losing one in the future.

I stepped into the ring to look at the bright blue-violet eyes of Jesse Zeklos. The douche bag who tried to ruin my life. The anger pumped through my veins as I threw the first punch to his gut right as the bell rang. In the distance, I heard the screams and cheers of gamblers and the whistling of perverted men. My focus was on Zeklos, and nothing could distract me from this fight. The punch came hard, he hadn't been ready and he doubled over from the strength. I wasn't a dhampir for nothing. Though some may think that it's unfair to have dhampir strength during these kinds of fights. Then again these fights were illegal so I doubt anyone will call me for being unfair during illegal fights in a basement. And this is if they knew about dhampirs in the first place. To say the least, I didn't feel sorry for the losers that fell.

And let me tell you, this one fell. After he doubled over in pain and had the win knocked out of him, I grabbed his head and slammed it into my knee. His head flew back and blood trickled from his nose. Screams came louder from the audience. I kicked his head to the side and he did the rest, his head collided with the floor and was knocked out cold. I never had a fight so easily won. Most people put up some kind of fight. Then I remembered that he wasn't in the same league as me. He had just requested the fight and I agreed, the more money the happier I am.

I walked out of the ring and fans cheered and touched me as I walked by to the office to receive my money. Mason stood behind me in a defensive stance. The crowds can get reckless sometimes and he was worried I would get hurt if they were to start some kind of riot.

After receiving my money, Mason drove us home and before I could even shower, I knocked out on the sofa of the lame apartment we shared.

And that's a normal day on the job for Rose Hathaway.