~I do not own Vampire Academy. I'm just doing this for fun.

(Major Editing as of 03/20/18)

Destiny as a funny way of choosing the least willing. Face it, we have no control over our existence. We are a speck of dust on the land we call earth. Now you feel small right? There is nothing wrong with being small, so insignificant strangers won't bat an eye. I crave to know that feeling.

My name is Scarlet Hathaway, I'm the adopted daughter of Queen Vasilisa Dragomir and Christian Ozera.

My life will consist of one day helping our people. You see royals, all of them being Moroi, love to always be one step ahead including against their peers, the Dhampirs. Dhampirs only received half of the gene pool then Moroi do and because of this we are looked down upon as inferior to our society. We guard you from all opposing forces especially mostly from our number one enemy the Strogoi. That doesn't mean we defend against the evil that live amoung us. The war against Strogoi (you could just say evil, but everyone wants to put a label on the problem) it's never ending so you can see where my predicament is so amusing. I, Scarlet Hathaway, am the first Dhampir to hold an equal title to a Moroi. I don't know about you, but that maybe scarier than the actual fighting…

….

"Please tell me your ready to go!" a voice yelled outside my door. The obnoxious banging pierced the thin dorm walls. My eyes popped open, scanning my littered room with everything imaginable askew across the floor. Till my groggy site feel upon my alarm clock.

Wednesday 8:10pm

Classes begin at 8:20…

"Shit!" The sheets fly off my body landing in a heap on the floor. I grabbed the closest pair of black skinny jeans I could find, deeming them wearable. Running to unlock the door quickly because nothing was going to get done with Lily hammerig on the door.

"For Saint Vladimir, Scarlet, can you at least wake up on time." She grumbled, my figure already out of site once more, as I try to find a decent shirt, which would only be hidden by a Saint Vladimir's jacket anyways.

"Quick, grab my bag from the lounge chair." She did so, as I sprinted into the bathroom.

"The day Scarlet Hathaway wakes up on time, is the day I'm no longer need," Lily appeared with my bag. Lilian Ivashkov was bewitching for a dhampir. Her father (my godfather) a stunning Moroi and former Lord while her mother was human and ex-alchemist. Lily was a year below myself, but I couldn't have survived this dungeon without her. In all honesty Lily was tailored, charming, and incredibly intelligent. There was nothing she couldn't do and she preferred it that way.

"Don't be so negative. I need you too…sometimes." I said, smirking.

Lily's emerald eyes rolled back in annoyance but smiled anyways. She opened her own satchel to revel a small muffin, breakfast! I loved food more than any passion I could posses, not going to lie I could stuff myself full and still eat.

"You're truly a blessing," I plucked the chocolate pastry out of her grip, quickly stuffing into my mouth whole. Very 'lady-like' mind you.

"That didn't last long," Lily mumbled, heading for the front door.

"Never does," as I ran out the door. Class started in two minutes.

Stan Alto was Saint Vladimir's current ancient, meaning he refused to retire and would eventually keel over his wooden desk. The man hated me from the start and I mutually returned his hate. Lily and I ran into class as the last bell for tarty rang. I blew a sigh of relief; mom would've kill me again for another tarty. The last ten were not my fault but again Stan Alto always a found reason for punishment, I think he found enjoyment in sending to Kirova's office, who equally hated my existence. Stan entered the room, the old fart plopped into he's seat as usual and began calling role.

No you see a theme everyone in the god awful place hated my existence. I'm not being dark and twisty either, I wished people like I do. It just will never happen the only two people who could stand my existance regularly were Lily and-

"You made it," to my right was Andre Ozera, my brother.

"Have a little faith would ya," I teased, tagging him in the bicep lightly, but the wimp still winced.

Andre Dragomir-Ozera was pure Moroi as the gene pool could give. The first biological born heir to our mother's line and politics was his second gift after spirit. They say Moroi don't sparkle but I swear by Vladimir that Andre did; his skin so smooth, white as a pearl glimmering under an ocean's light. His cheekbones defined, a cut jawline that could slice paper while his long blonde hair pulling back into a neat man bun. Her was perfection just like mom and always wore black as dad once did. He was everything a son of the Queen should be, groomed into the politic and social spot-light. Too bad he was my brother, sadly immune to his heavy good looks and ballooned ego.

"Scarlet Hathaway," called Alto, I could see his slimy hand about to mark me absent.

"Present!" I called out loud enough, so even Alto couldn't blame it on bad hearing. He already pulled that card.

"If Lily weren't here to rescue you I highly doubt you would be here Scar," Andre thought he was amusing this morning.

"Well, I would have gotten better sleep if I wasn't kept awake by cheap amateur porn." Andre eyes widen with shock. "Yeah, I saw that," I whispered, as Alto begun his lesson.

"Not again," he dug his nails into his scalp with frustration, for Andre was never embarrassed, he was angry at the bond for the lack of privacy. "Bev Carr really? Of all the whores in this place and you had to go suck face with the one bitch that hates my guts."

"F.Y.I Scar, everyone hates your guts." See, I'm not the only one that acknowledges everyone's known hatred.

"That's beside the point!"

"Lord Dragomir! Miss. Hathaway! Would you like to enlighten us on your conversation?" Stan tapped his figure impatiently on his desk, suddenly thirty pairs of eyes turned to meet us...

"Yes, actu-"

"No, Professor Alto." Golden-boy cut me off, "Scarlet was just informing me about something that I missed in the last lesson." Stan arched his brow accepting the beloved '"prince's" smooth lie. Andre didn't need compulsion to have his way, he's calm, cool, and collective when under pressure a trait I may never attain. No Moroi title could give me the instant grace of a Moroi.

"My point is," my voice back to a whispering level, "you used magic last night and that's why I was sucked into porn hub." Lily snickered at that one. "So did you 'fire-girl', I got sucked into your little temper tantrum at the gym. No wonder I had a buzz to get rid of."

"Do not blame me for your man-whore-ism. You know mom told him not to let me train again, I have every right to be mad."

"You acted like a five-year-old that wasn't tall enough for ride," he scoffed, how he was still taking notes was beyond me.

"At least my actions were justified. You used your powers for sex because you weren't quick enough in the shower, you couldn't let your hard on die in the shower, could you?"

"Enough, both of you." Lily hissed, she did this a lot, as our middle man she was always the referee, poor girl. "This is the magic talking, it's not easy having a bond especially when both sides can use magic. Like my Dad says, keep cold heads, say you're sorry, and move on."

She was right, well, Lily was always right.

Ironically, Andre and I were bonded like our parents before us, Lissa Dragomir and Rose Hathaway. It was my fault. I, being the reckless one from the beginning, taking Andre out to a dangerous cliff while our family was on holiday. We skied till civilization was will behind us and the only time we could escaped our guards was at night…

"Are you sure about this Scar?" A shivering cold Andre asked, looking down the cliff below, a look of petrifying fear laced his electric blue eyes.

It was a gigantic fifty-foot slope that Scarlet wished to defeat. The mountain was a beast as the steep mountain alone could ride them all the way back to their lodge. Behind them was the drop-off cliff that Andre stood feet from the edge. Down below, a black pit that seemed bottomless, the look of death. For they were so high up the pair were in the foggy clouds now. It took them an hour to march to the top, no ski-lift could take them there and the mountain was not lit like the rest of the resort. Their cheeks were red with cold as their clothes clipped their small bodies.

Scarlet was not leaving without defeating the treacherous course.

"Of course, one ride and we'll be done. I saw some big kids doing it earlier and they were perfectly fine."

Andre nodded in understanding, his sight never leaving the bottom of the cliff that dropped in the opposite direction of where they were heading.

"Com'on Andre, we're going this way," Scarlet tightening her ski's, double checking her new boots were in place. Her mother had taken Scarlet window shopping that morning and fell in love with her leather-made boots, red was her favorite color.

The top of the mountain was slippery from a sleet storm a day before and with the other kids being here all day the snow was packed down and dangerously slippery.

Nervously, Andre agreed swallowing his fears finally moving away from the cliff. It only took one step one second… Suddenly, the ground shook at the packed snow cracking under Andre's weight. The cliff whined at Andre's added weight pushing the snow down unevenly.

"Andre quick, take my hand!" He did so, their gloved hands barely holding together. The snow began to drift towards the cliff and before Scarlet knew what was happening they were sucked in by the heavy snow and tossed over the cliff into the pit of death…

We should have died that night.

I remembered nothing from that night, only Mom's worried face. Her arms rapped around our deathly cold bodies by the fire. We were only ten at the time dehydrated, frozen, and wet from the river bellow we left that resort only bruised and scared shitless. It wasn't till a year later that mom was afraid to predict how we survived. Our bond healed us and protected us from death. Just like our parents.

I just had to be bonded to a sex addict.

While he was bonded to a high strung dhampir. I say we're about even.

Our bond was different though instead of only Andre holding Spirit I could also wield slight magic. For now, it was only flickers of fire which fit with my temper. The bond only got weirder, we could see into each other's minds not just one sided. It only seemed to kick in when we used excessive magic.

I know a Dhampir that can wield fire, wee.

Sadly, my magic only appeared when I had the mentality of an angry toddler. So, on a normal day I'm just a temperamental teenager with a death wish were my title was literally adopted and stuck with a cursed bond to Mr. Pain-in-the-Ass. Yeah, normal high school.

The bell rung leaving Andre to split with his Moroi posse while Lily and I hit the changing rooms for Guard Theory a.k.a How to be a Guardian 101. Why do I still attend these classes, knowing perfectly well I would never become a guardian. Well, I have a plan… a girl must start somewhere.

We entered the double doors to the gymnasium and that's when my plans hit the fan.

Hello Everyone!

I hope you enjoy this first chapter, I hope it's the first of many. I've put up two chapters right now and we'll see how this goes. I haven't seen a lot of next gen stories for VA so I'm throwing this out there and hoping it goes well.

A few points I want to make before you head to the next chapter.

Reviews are awesome and I would love your feedback. Please if you see any typo's or anything wrong grammar wise please let me know, I'm not perfect, but please no hate.

Some plot points, everything in the VA books and some plot points in Bloodlines. Tasha did kill Queen Tatiana but she was not discovered nor did she shoot Rose. I don't want to spoil what happened to Rose but it will be explained. She was, however, 'kinda' excused from the crimes of killing the Queen for lack of evidence, if that helps easy some of the pain for now. I hope I due their children justice but reminder that this story is THEIR STORY. Meaning you'll see old characters but if you're expecting to see a lot of Dimitri/Rose romance…just be patient…that's all I have to say…

Though I do hope you stay. :3 Please give it a try and Favorite, Share, Review and all that good stuff.

~Bella