Summary: Rose is a ghost as she died in Spokane instead of Mason. She still managed to kill the two Strigoi. When Rose comes back to haunt her loved ones to protect them she learns how they really felt about her death. After listening Rose stops. Then the attack comes with no warning from Rose. But what if she does something unsuspected, something no one would ever believe? Well, let's just say: Never mess with a dead woman.

A/N: Okay, so this chapter along with probably the next two will be pilots (meaning if you guys like it I'll keep writing. If you, the readers, don't care for the idea then I'll stop and start writing something else). So, please, give me reviews on your opinions and subscribe if you want to read more. I only write for my reader's entertainment so if my readers are not happy then I am not happy. I am also willing to incorporate my reader's suggestions into my story so if you have an idea, state it out loud in a review and I will try my best to make it happen. Thanks for giving me a chance. ~Lindsey Lee

Disclaimer: I do not only Vampire Academy as Richelle Mead rightfully does.

Prologue:

Some may fear death but until you're sitting in its shadowy grasp you'll never know how peaceful it really is. No pain. No worries. Nothing other than calmness.

Rose

I could see grey flickering before me in soft gentle waves.

"Who's there?" I called feeling the presence of more than one person.

"It's been a long time Rosie." They paused, "Hasn't it?"

"Andre? Is that you?" A deep chuckle erupted behind me.

"The whole family is here."

I was completely confused.

"What do you mean?" I spun around and before me stood the Dragomir family. I smiled hugely.

"I've missed you guys so much."

As I said these words realization dawned upon me: I was dead. I flipped out. My mouth hung slightly open as I took in my surroundings. It was raining, just a light sprinkle, as the sun was covered by a thick patch of trees. We were now standing on a small trail with very few other people. I could hear horses' hooves tapping against the cobblestone trail. The path looked almost like a tunnel due to the trees covering it over head. The musky pine smell was masked by something else; something sweet and gentle.

Tears welded in my eyes as every memory came flooding back like a tidal wave.

The two strigoi stood in front of me holding Mason between them. I growled as viciously as possible. Fear overwhelmed me.

"Mason." I could barely whisper as I watched Isaiah grip his head between his two firm hands.

"Please. Don't." I whimpered out.

I couldn't see my best guy friend get killed. I refused.

"No!" I shrieked out and catapulted myself forward toward the Strigoi.

He wasn't going to die. I grabbed the female and threw her back. By then both Strigoi had advanced on me; completely forgetting about Mason. I saw the swords but I knew for a fact that they would be unreachable to me. Mason was bright; he saw what I was looking at. He scurried off toward the swords as I began to think of my lessons with Dimitri. I needed to stall them slightly longer. Well, long enough for Mason to have the swords in his hands. Mason held both dull swords in his hands; fear was evident on his face. He crept closer and I knew he was going to try and be the superhero.

"Run!" I yelled at him. He flinched back and hesitated. But lesson number one was to never hesitate.

I lunged for Mason right as the strigoi did. He dropped the swords and step back, his eyes wide with fear. I grabbed a sword and swung at the Elena's head. I repeated the process over and over till her head gently rolled off her head. Isaiah stood frozen in amazement as I now lunged for him. However, he was old and fast, something I could not defeat. I was Rose Hathaway and I would not go down without a fight. We both collided into each other. I swung the sword at his head. Right before the last swing I needed he gripped my neck.

His icy cold breath prickled the skin of my neck, "You swing. I snap."

He was in pain, I could tell that much. I took my chances and swung again but that was a foolish mistake. He snapped my neck. We both died together.

"I'm dead." I mumbled to myself. The three of them wrapped their arms around me in a comforting gesture.

"Oh crap. Is Mason okay? Is he alive? What about Lissa? I can't just leave her." I began to pace, worry clear on my face.

Andre walked towards me and gripped my arm, "Sh. Hush my dear flower. There is no need to worry." He chuckled and shook his head. "Don't you get it? You were supposed to die years ago. You're free now. Free from that unruly world where everyone is against you. You're safe here." The tears that were flowing down my cheeks subsided and I began to think clearer. "May I see them? Lissa, a-and Mason, and Dimitri?" He gave me a look.

A slight nod of his head raised my hopes from a small little bud to a full out blossom.

"When can I see them? How?" I asked. I couldn't forget about them. I loved them.

"Maybe you should explore around here a little bit before you go." He told me.

I complied reluctantly and followed him around. Damn, since when did I start acting like a love sick puppy dog. I was anxious to see my friends again. That's all I wanted. At least that's what I thought.