HI !. I'm so excited for you guys to tell me what you think. It's a little different to the typical Dimitri and Rose stories, but I love the idea in my head and hopefully you guys will love it too.

PRELUDE;

"We love you forever and always baby. No matter where we are, we love you forever and always."

The last words my mother said to me before her eyes closed and she fell into an eternal slumber with my father were etched into my memory forever. The Hathaway family line had never been a large one; in fact, it was the smallest of the royal moroi families. Six months ago it got even smaller. My grandparents both died before I was born and I was an only child – neither of my parents had any brothers or sisters either. Six months ago my parents died in a car accident. We were on our way to the beach house for Christmas holidays. Everything was normal and fine until a semi trailer ran a red light and crashed into the front of the car. Dad had died instantly, but mum, she had fought it for a minute or two; just long enough to tell me goodbye. I remember her eyes closing and a look of complete peace on both my parents faces. The thing is though, that's the clearest memory I have of that day. The second her eyes closed I was numb and everything around me was a blur. Our guardians were in the car behind us and I knew they had reacted immediately. But that's all I knew of the part they played. The second that truck hit our car, nothing mattered to me anymore and I didn't take notice of anything. I was in a haze – a haze I'd come out of only a week or two ago. I remember the ambulances, the flashing lights, the hospital, the nurses fussing and the day I lost myself to the all consuming grief, my parents' funeral.

Needless to say there were hundreds of people there, all with varying versions of tears in their eyes, all giving me their condolences and all trying to get in good with me. The day I buried my parents was the worst day of my life. Not only did it finally dawn on me that I was really and truly alone in this world with nowhere to go, but another fact quickly became known to me. The people at my parents' funeral were merely keeping up an image, trying to get in on the scandal to make themselves known and trying to become my best friend to get a shot in the spotlight. The day I buried my parents was the day I changed – and it wasn't for the better.

The past six months passed in a blur and to be truly honest I felt like nothing more than a zombie. Going through the motions to do my parents proud, putting on the face of a true princess and only showing my hurt behind closed doors. I had many acquaintances but no real friends. All of which I treated as if they were my closest friend though, as I was expected by all moroi society to befriend anyone and everyone. But no one knew the real me. No one saw through the charade. And no one really cared about me, the real me, anymore.

I'd felt alone in this world until I met someone that could see through to my soul with one look into my eyes. I met someone that could see the real me, see my real pain and that actually cared about me! The day I met him, my life finally turned around. The haze I'd been living in for so long seemed to clear and I wanted to get up in the morning. I wanted to go about my daily life happy and content. And I knew that no matter what it was I was doing that I was doing my parents proud.

My name is Rosemarie (Rose) Hathaway, I am the last of my family and a royal princess inline for the throne. I'm 16 years old and my home is St Vladimir's Vampire Academy. I am a moroi, but truth be told, I wanted nothing more than to be a dhampir, or even human. I wanted to be seen for me, not the me everyone believed I was or should be. But, if there is one thing Rose Hathaway has learnt to do, it's adapt and deal. Life sucked, but it was life. And today, it was going to meet the real Rose Hathaway.

So, what did you guys think? Please review.

Love JD