*Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Vampire Academy Series. Only the Rachel Mead does. I have decided to write this story in hopes that maybe if I try not to think about how to continue with my other story I'll figure it out along the way with this one. This idea came to me in the middle of the night and with the help of my best friend sivlerblood we came up with this awesome story! Characters may be slightly OC. I really hope you guys enjoy the story. littlerosebudbroke*

"Hold on to mommy's dog tags. I don't want to lose them. " Her voice on edge and filled with sorrow.

"Rose open the door!"

"Where are we going mommy?" I could feel her hand brushing back my bangs. The seatbelt clicked in my ear. I could see her strained smile and dull eyes.

"I'm sorry Rose. Just open the door."

"On an adventure baby."

"I shouldn't have brought her into this. I didn't mean it." His voice was filled with regret.

"Where's the adventure mommy?"

I should've said she was scaring me. I should've said that I just wanted to play with my new kitten. Instead I asked where too. Her smile was gone and her eyes watered. Her face grew pale and her hair was tangled. The door shut.

"Rose talk to me please." I didn't say anything. He would give up and leave soon.

The car ride was quiet. So quiet I thought I could hear mommy's tears. I wanted so badly to make her feel better I would do anything.

"Mommy are you mad at me?"

"No baby mommy's not mad."

The car was gaining speed. The buildings flashing by faster and faster. Fear pooling in my stomach. Tears filled my eyes.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

"OPEN THE DOOR ROSE! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" He's mad; furious even if he dropped fuck in the conversation.

"Mommy you're scaring me."

"Don't be baby we're just going on an adventure."

"Please just stop mommy. Stop it you're scaring me."

"It's the only way to save you."

The car was turning off the road and toward the building ahead. The speedometer reaching 125 miles per hour. Mommy wasn't going to slow down.

"MOMMY PLEASE!"

"I love you so much."

"ROSE!"

"CRASH!"

It was quiet on the other side of the door and the memory was fading to the background. I was seven when it happened. My mom couldn't take life any more. She put me in the car and just drove into the side of a building. She died instantly. I was pulled from the car and rushed to a hospital. A cut on my side, dog tags around my neck, my mom's favorite hoodie, and scattered memories were the only things she left behind.

The doctors said it was a number of mental disorders that made her do it. Depression, Bipolar Disorder, post traumatic stress. Each one probably caused by the lifestyle we were living in. I mean when you're the wife of a Turkish mob boss shit happens.

While she left the world and fled to the safety of an early grave I was left to bear the burdens she left behind.

It's the only way to save you.

I snapped out of my thoughts as her words drifted through my mind.

"You failed mom." I said bitterly while getting up and stomping over to my closet. I tore through my clothes feeling my anger grow. "If you couldn't save me no one can."

I searched and searched. I found a pair of denim short shorts, a tight Skillet shirt and my mother's plain black hoodie with thumb holes. I slipped on my black converses and walked into my bathroom. My hair fell in dark silky waves down to my waist. I pulled the long locks back into a messy bun at the base of my neck and applied some eye liner and lip gloss. Stepping back I checked my full appearance. My skin was naturally tan. My body a toned hourglass figure. My eyes smoky looking. My face the face of a cover model.

"I'm going to that fucking party whether he likes it or not." I said to my reflection stubbornly.

Ever since my father disappeared when I was 10 my brother has run the family business. He became even more protective then he was when my mother was still alive. Rules are not to be broken.

To school and back.

No going out without a body guard at all times.

No giving out my phone number.

Never disregard a phone call or text from him.

No parties.

No boyfriends.

No school clubs.

No jobs.

No social networks.

No drinking

No drugs

The most important but unspoken rule is never speak about the past.

I frowned at the mirror at that last rule. I'm not saying I don't break the rules. I do break them. I just never get caught. Whether it's to just go watch a movie or meet a friend up for some coffee I break the rules…I just don't break them often.

Opening up the cabinet I lifted up my secret bottom. I checked the clip on my 45 and pulled out my knife sticking it in my cleavage. I took $250 out of my wad of cash and stuck it in my shoe. I took my razor and put it under my tongue for emergency's. Putting the gun back I closed the cabinet and walked into my bedroom. Grabbing my Ipod from my bed I opened my window and climbed up onto the roof.

Guards were posted everywhere but being experienced from the few times I've snuck out it was a cinch. I jumped from the roof onto a tree branch from a tree on the inside of the fence. Climbing over the 4 foot thick wall and dropping 6 feet I ran down the street cutting through an alley and climbing over a chain link fence. Coming out on the other side I pulled out a set of keys and hopped onto my silver and black Yamaha motorcycle and swung my helmet on. I chuckled lowly. If my brother ever found out about this baby. Turning on the bike I sped off toward Atlanta.

It took only a few short minutes to reach my best friend Lissa's condo. It was one of the many parties she threw every year. Music rattled the windows and cars were lined all up and down the street. Pulling my bike into an open spot two blocks away I walked up to the party. Andre stood at the entrance smoking a cigarette and holding a beer. Andre was Lissa's tall blonde hot as fuck older brother. With emerald green eyes and a nice lean body it wasn't a surprise he was popular with the lady's.

"Time to break some rules." I muttered to myself.

Putting on my mirror practiced man eater smile I walked up the steps and grabbed Andre's beer and took a swig. He raised his eyebrow at me and smiled.

"Thought Mason had you on a pretty tight leash there Mazur." He said smirking at me.

"My brother may be strict but he doesn't own me." I said taking another swig.

He nodded his head and grabbed me by my elbow and led me inside. The music was blasting through every speaker in the house. Bodies were pressed against bodies as the crowd grew too big for the rooms. The smell of alcohol was everywhere. Strobe lights flashed and the lights were dim. The party was in full swing.

The beer was brand new when I took it from him and was now empty. Setting it down on a table I let him lead me into the crowd. He swung me around pulling my back into his front. His hands settled on my hips and helped guide me into a rhythm. My arms went back and around his neck. He was slightly bent over me due to the height difference but it didn't matter. The beer loosened me up and I let myself get lost in the music. Song after song passed and we continued like that until he turned me around and tilted my face up.

I knew he was going to kiss me, and when he did I froze. I pulled back guilt making my stomach churn. I know my brother is all about my safety and me doing something like this just shows how ungrateful I'm being. I looked up meeting Andre's gaze.

"I can't Andre you know that." I said meekly.

"It's okay Rose I understand. You're like a sibling to me too." He said smiling.

Even though that wasn't the reason why I pulled back I was grateful for an excuse. Smiling back I nodded slightly. On the outside I was the perfect image of agreement. On the inside I was angry and confused. Why should I have to feel guilty about kissing a boy? I'm seventeen!

"Thank you for understanding." I said and turned around only to freeze.

There coming through the crowd right at me was some gang members of the Russian Mafia. They've been competing for the area for generations with my family. They're the whole reason my dad and Mason won't even let me out of the house. Groaning to myself I sprung into action diving to my left toward the window.

"Of course this happens the only time I decide to sneak out to a party." I mumbled to myself angrily.

The window was opened when I reached it I froze at the faint sound of gunshots over the music. Taking quick action I ran over to the stereo and turned it down. People groaned and some shouted at me, but at the sound of more gunshots panic broke out. People screamed and started toward any doorway they could find. Cups were dropped and people were pushed. I lost sight of the gang members in the crowd.

I ran back to the open window to my left only to be yanked back by someone. Turning around without hesitating I let my fist fly toward my attacker only for it to be caught in a strong grip. I automatically brought my knee up and was picked up into strong arms so I couldn't move. Leaning forward I let my razor shoot out and slash across someone's cheek.

The arms let me go and I took off toward the kitchen hoping to make an escape out of the back door. I could hear footsteps behind me and I swiftly dropped down and rolled behind the counter swinging out my knife and taking a defensive position. The gunshots were coming from in the house now. The footsteps stopping in the kitchen.

"Come on out Mazur; I know you're in here."

Struggling to keep my heart from jumping out of my chest I slowly opened one of the island doors hoping to hide in one. More footsteps sounded from down the hallway and an bullet went flying into the wall above and in front of me. I stayed silent. Finding an empty door I slowly slid my 5'4 figure into it and shut the door silently. Footsteps started to walk around the island. I clutched my knife tighter and prayed for no one to open the doors.

BAM!

One island door slammed open.

Bam!

Two island doors slammed open.

I braced myself for my door to slam open when all of a sudden a bang shot through the air. My door was yanked open and I was pulled into a pair of extremely strong arms. I automatically went into fighting mode only to be restrained.

"Stop struggling Rose." A deep accented voice said.

Cringing I looked up into the face of my brothers long standing best friend and brother in arms. My assigned body guard and trainer, Dimitri.

"Oh fuck." I said in a busted voice.

"Oh fuck is right." He said in an angry voice.

He didn't put me down or say anything else as he ran down the hallway and up stairs to the fire escape. Putting me down he pushed me out the window onto it and ushered me down the ladder. After setting my feet on the ground of the alley he grabbed my arm and pulled me down a network of alley's for about six blocks and rushed me into a black SUV. Jumping into the driver's seat he started the car and zoomed off.

The silence in the car was tense. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. His face was blank which what bothered me the most.

His brown hair was pulled back at the base of his neck. His brown eyes filled with no emotion. His tan skin was marked with cuts and bruises and his muscled body was on display since his precious duster was in the back seat. Standing at 6'7 it was a wonder he wasn't cramped due to hunching slightly over the steering wheel. Dimitri was hot. How hot? Well Russian god hot. To bad he wasn't anything but my 24 year old "BROTHER".

At that thought guilt twisted my stomach into knots. He wasn't really my brother. Dimitri grew up beside my brother since they were both about seven years old. He was a like an older brother too me as I grew up. Well at least until I was about seven. He taught me how to fight. He taught me self control and how to cook. After mom died he took care of me along my side when my dad turned to drugs and alcohol. When I first learned my mom killed my kitten before the crash he brought me a stuffed kitten. He even took me out shopping for my new school clothes because Mason was learning the ropes of the family's business. Sooner or later I even developed feelings for him. I mean like some serious feelings. Too bad he's 24 years old and I'm only 17.

"Dimitri…" I said hesitantly.

"Don't Rose." He said sighing angrily. "I'm so disappointed in you. You should know better than to break your brother's rules. You not only endangered yourself but your brother too."

"What would you know Dimitri? I'm stuck in that stupid fucking house 24/7. I just wanted one night to be myself." I said angrily.

"Making out with your best friends brother is being yourself right. Besides you get plenty of time out when you decide to sneak out in the middle of the night." He snapped at me. I flinched at the fact that he saw me.

"I pulled away and told him I couldn't." I said. Anger filled me even more. "Besides what would you know how it's like. No friends, no jobs, no anything. I have to sneak out it's the only thing keeping me sane. He took it too far this time."

"He's your brother Rose; he's there to protect you."

"He's my brother not my fucking dad, but it's okay though cause I don't want to turn out like my mom. "

Silence filled the car and tears rushed to my eyes. My face flushed red and my chest contracted. I pushed my fist against my mouth and looked out the window. I could hear him tightening his grip on the wheel more.

"If I'm acting so much like dad then maybe you should be locked up. Just in case you want to be just like our mom and go crazy!"

"He didn't mean what he said Roza. It was just a fight." Dimitri said calmly. "Fighting won't get you anywhere. It's best just to forgive and move on."

I didn't say anything. Roza echoed in my ears. He only calls me Roza when he's trying to calm me down or is deciding to show some type of brotherly affection for me I think. Yet this time there was something different about the way he said it. Something off about the entire thing. I let my mind wander as I watched the city disappear in a blur as he picked up speed. Pulling out of my thoughts I frowned as I noticed the highway sign marking the way to Tennessee.

"You're going the wrong way the house is on the other side of the city not this way." I snapped.

Dimitri tensed up and shot a look at me. He turned back to the road and sighed.

"We're not going home. I'm taking you into hiding." He stated dully.

"What?"

"It's a deal I made with Mason. If anything goes down and he can't keep you safe I'm to take you into hiding until it's all clear."

Any anger I had was wiped out by an overwhelming anxiety. I squared my shoulders against the oncoming mess sure to come.

"How is it can it be that he can't keep me safe?" I whispered. Dimitri tensed more. "HOW?"

"…He's been taken for ransom during a turf war."

*Well I hoped you liked it. I tried to think outside the box and it's like three in the morning so I'm exhausted so it might not be good…I don't know. Give me some awesome reviews and I'll post more next weekened.*