~Two years earlier~

(Unknown POV)

"Do you think this will work? What you are wanting to do is nearly impossible, you know this. And why would you want to go to all of this trouble when you can just kill her and be done with it all?"

It was times like this that I questioned why I put up with this sorry excuse but for now he was necessary to my plans. I would not fail and if it meant having to work with him for a few more months than so be it. But one thing I cannot stand is to have my genius plans questions by those who are beneath me. So as usual I kept up my unaffected air that I knew annoyed everyone and I explained things again to him in the same way one does a small child.

"The reason I am not simply going to kill the girl is so that I can use her to manipulate the target. You know the end goal, the only way to get the target to do exactly what I want is to make sure she knows that I will harm or kill the girl the moment she disobeys me. While I agree that keeping the girl alive and out of the way will be challenging at first it is all worth it. Just imagine the power we will have at our fingertips without the girl getting in the way to protect our target. I will be able to take back what is rightfully mine and you will be right there with me when we take over the Moroi world. The only person who can possibly stop all of this will soon be out of the picture and I will not let you screw everything up so you can either do your part or you will be dealt with."

At the end of my explanation I could not keep the smile off of my face and it caused my 'partner' to shudder involuntarily. I do love when I can strike fear in others. With a sharp nod the man took his leave and I turned to my silent observer. He stood there with the trademark guardian mask in place but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was looking forward to what we were about to do. So with a tilt of my head towards the door we exited the room to set things in motion.

~Present day~

(RPOV)

"Rose, do you know where I left my car keys? I'm going to be late if I don't find them right this second and teleport to my car" yelled Brenda from the other side of the house. I could not help the chuckle that escaped me as I thought of my ridiculous sister that would lose her head if it wasn't attached to her.

Glancing around I see her pink fuzzy thing she keeps on her keychain sticking out of the couch and I have to wonder for the hundredth time how hard it was to hang them up on the neon green KEYS hook thing she placed next to the door. With a roll of my eyes I grab the keys and call out that I found them. Next thing I know I see a blur of fuchsia coming right at me and I barely have time to brace myself before I am hit by Brenda and she is repeating thank you before she is out the door.

Why couldn't I have a normal sister? We are nothing alike but I love her more than anything and I would give my life for her if it came to it. Which was really weird if you thought about it. I mean we were just a pair of ordinary sisters who lost their parents at a young age and managed to get adopted together instead of separated. Aside from that our lives are pretty normal so it's not like I have to worry about a constant threat to her or anything crazy like that. We aren't in a scary movie where monsters were real but I have this feeling deep down that maybe, just maybe there is something out there to be feared. Those feeling constantly put me on edge and made me feel crazy but I, for the most part, just brush it off. On the rare occasion that Brenda notices my unease I just jokingly explain that I just don't want anything to happen to her that would take away the only family I have left.

With a sigh I shake off that train of thought and go to take my daily pill, ugh I hate that I have to take this damn thing. It made me feel pathetic for being crazy and needing to take meds. But I guess this is better that having to be locked away.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and once again see her, a teen with long platinum blond hair and jade green eyes. She is unbelievably beautiful but I wish I wouldn't have 'created her' and that I could just be like everyone else. My doctor tells me that with the trauma I went through as a child that it wasn't surprising that I ended up creating an imaginary friend in my fear of being alone. The problem came when I continued to see her and insist that she was real, that I could feel what she was feeling and know what she was thinking. Groaning I open my eyes and I utter two words like I do every day before I take the pill, "Bye Lissa", then I quickly down it and a bottle of water.