*I don't own any Vampire Academy characters. Just the plot. ALL NEW UPDATED FIRST CHAPTER ! RE-READ PLEASE! If it sucks oh well. Lol, I tried.

*RE-WRITTEN CHAPTER*

Just a little history on Rose before the real story begins. J Enjoy!*

The Days

Chapter One

No one has ever given a damned about me. I have always been on my own. So it was of no surprise that my asshole of a step father was sending me to my crazy grandmother's house.

Located in the heart of a god-forsaken town in the middle of who knows where. Him and my bitchy mother went on and on about how I was a whore and a "no good child". Yeah fucking right! But really, whatever…one year in hell and I'm out.

I was turning 18 exactly when it would be my first complete year in little grandma's hell town. When that day would come, and I SWEAR on it…I was getting the first ride out of that hellhole.

I arrived in an old dusty looking town. I looked back at my mother, "By mother, I love you." The cold bitch just gave me a look and opened her mouth, "Bye Rose. Don't screw this up. Oh, and don't get pregnant."

Typical of the bitch. Always trying to put me down. I slammed the door and mommy-dearest was already speeding away to her cheating husband. God I hope she walks in on that bastard screwing his secretary. "Rosa?" Oh, I know that voice anywhere. I turned around, "Grandma Mazur! I missed you."

It was true, I hated the town that my grandma lived in. But she was a total bad ass, so I couldn't complain about that. "My beautiful granddaughter, what big boobs you've grown." That was my grandma in the flesh.

As I was saying she's the definition of badass.

She had gone on and on about how my ass was "enormous", and how tiny my waist was. Oh and how my big boobs came from here genes. I just laughed because even though she was a grandma, she didn't act like it.

My grandma was a blunt typed of person. I had lived in New York when I was about 10 and so did she before we both moved, forcing our separation.

My best friend Lissa and I (still my best friend and still lives in NY) always had spent the night with my grandmother, creating some of the best memories we shared. My grandma was never afraid to talk sex, drugs and drinking with us. She had told us stories of her hay days. Her stripper days in Turkey before she went got a plane ticket straight to New York City.

She had been known as the 'New York's Sexiest'. But that was a long ass time ago. She had had my father, Abe, and he had taken the rest of her time raising him. I remembered seeing the sparkle in her eyes as she talked about her glory days.

Once I had gotten settled in her small two bedroom home, I went straight to the kitchen. There she was with a bandanna in her hair, cigarette between her peace fingers.

She was cooking something that spelled delicious. And yes, I was super hungry. I walked to the fridge and got a beer out. Grandma didn't care.

"So baby", she started, "What do you plan on doing when your one year sentence here is over?" I looked at her grey eyes (just like mine) and smiled, "Well I'm going to move back to New York with Lissa. She said her and her boyfriend, Christian are saving up so we can all get an apartment together."

She simply nodded and smiled. After a moment she said "How are you supposed to make money?" I was a bit stunned by that question. How exactly was I supposed to make money? "I didn't really think about that. Um, can I apply for a job here?"

She gave a thoughtful look, "I can give you…lessons and let you borrow some money. And when you make enough, you can pay me back." I gave her a confused look. "What do you have in mind?" She smiled a toothy grin.

"Well with your hour glass figure and absolutely gorgeous exotic face…Oh and that brown beautiful hair. You know that waist length hair is killer sexy! You could go into the strip industry with looks like yours."

I gasped; my grandmother wanted me to become a stripper? Oh shit.

After a moment of silence she continued, "I know what you're thinking, 'what the hell is she talking about.' But honey you will make money like it grows on trees! You don't have to be a whore to be a stripper, and I know you dance like you're a pro!"

I stared at her. I did love to dance. In fact I was one of the best at it. I looked at her. "Well….I don't know grandma…" She gave me a little wink.

"Come on baby, only for a month or so, just save up enough and then get a waitress job."

I laughed out loud. "Oh grandma! You're really desperate to get me in the family business!" She smiled a mischievous grin.

I ran to her and hugged the shit out of her. "Okay grandma, I'll do it, for you though."

She kissed me on top of my head. "I know I'm not the perfect role model but…I'm just trying to teach you how to survive baby. Sometimes sacrifices are needed in order to be successful in the long run. Save up as much as you can and then maybe, you'll be able to afford college…or something."

I simply nodded my head.

I was young and always judged, always brought down. But my grandma was right. Sacrifices were necessary in order to survive.

And I couldn't deny the times I would stay up thinking of my grandmother's life in her glory days.

I was still a virgin but I craved the life of an exotic woman in the big city. To have money to drown in. To take care of my grandmother. I was ready.

I was ready to learn with the best mentor that ever went up and down a pole.

*I wanted to add a more personal depth feel to the story, idk if you'll like it but here ya go~ Now to start re-writing the 2nd chap!

-Danielle