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PROLOGUE

Let me tell you about my life so far... My name is Rosemarie Hathaway and I'm seventeen years old. I'm a student at St. Vladimir's Academy for Moroi and Dhampirs. My mom sent me there when I was only four years old. Her duty as a Guardian was more important then her own flesh and blood. But seeing the positive, I live. Good enough for me.

In kindergarten I met Vasilisa Dragomir,when our teacher forced us to write our names. In response I chucked my book at her. Since then Lissa and I were best friends.

Three years ago we were involved in a terrible car accident that killed Lissa's parents and her brother Andre. I threw myself in front of Lissa, not knowing that she sat in the only safe spot. I got away with a broken arm and some scratches. The Dragomir's last wish was for me to become Lissa's Guardian once we've graduated.

But then six months later we ran away from the Academy. I had a feeling that Lissa was in danger, so I did what every Guardian does – I did my best to protect her. We got away for two years until a party of Guardians catched us in Portland. It was really bad luck, but I'm actually quite happy to be back.

I'll never forget the moment when I saw that giant standing in the shadows across the street and watching us. First I hated him for being good enough to catch us , but then he defended me when Headmistress Kirova wanted to expel me due to my bad behavior. So he became my mentor. HE is Dimitri Belikov by the way, a big badass Russian god how Mason Ashford, one of my old Dhampir friends, called him. He is 6'7 tall, has shoulder length brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and is one hell of a Guardian. My hatred for him soon became a friendship and now, half a year later, he is like my big brother (which by the way I never had).

Whereas I met old friends like Mason Ashford and Eddie Castile, Lissa met a social outcast – Christian Ozera. He's frowned upon since his parents willingly turned Strigoi. I hated him, but since he helped me and the Guardians to rescue Lissa from Victor Dashkov, we have some sort of love-hate-relationship, with constant bickering and getting on each others nerves much to Lissa's dislike.

Victor and his Guardians kidnapped Lissa, cause she was next in line for ruling our society. After her Victor was in line for the throne, so he wanted to kill her to be the next king. I saw how his Guardians got her after the dance and took her away from the school grounds. As fast as possible I ran to Dimitri to get help, but as soon as he opened his door and I saw him I felt an unknown rage against him and started fighting him. When he accidentally ripped off my necklace, a present from Victor, I instantly stopped fighting and fought against blacking out. We discovered that this son of a bitch put an attack charm on the necklace before giving it to me. I told Dimitri what happened to Lissa. End of all – we saved her and Victor went to prison after his trial three months ago.

Two weeks after Victor's trial Dimitri and I went to meet Arthur Schoenberg, a popular Guardian, for some special test. We found him and the family he was protecting dead in their house. Two more weeks and several attacks later we went to a Ski Lodge to spend our Christmas holidays. That was when my friends Mason, Eddie and Mia went on a hunt to Spokane. Lissa's boyfriend Christian and I walked after them and after we found them we got kidnapped by some humans who worked with Strigoi. We all lived, except my best guy friend Mason. We had something, but I never told him, that we can't be together. He died in the believe, that we could try an honest relationship.

That also was the night of my first Strigoi killings, two to be exact. I shocked everyone. Doesn't happen everyday that an underage Novice kills two Strigoi with a sword and actually lives through it with not much more then minor injuries. Dimitri was so proud of me that night with all the mentors stuff, and he was there for me, whenever I needed someone to talk to, he held me when I cried for Mason and he was the one who brought me back to my old self. He kept training me and became my best friend. Even better then Lissa. Sometimes I feel like she has only time for

Christian, but Dimitri is there for me. There were some rumors, that we had a relationship... like being lovers... but that's just ridiculous. I mean, okay, he's hot, really hot, but he's my mentor and seven frickin years older than me. I'm glad to call him my friend and to have someone like him in my life. But I could never feel more for him like the love I would have for a brother.

After I killed those Strigoi, Lissa started to train with her magic. She's a fire user and wants to use offensive magic, like it was Tasha Ozera's idea, Christian's Aunt. Christian, too, uses fire, that's how we escaped in Spokane. But Adrian, a friend we met at the Ski Lodge, always says to me that Christian is more than he seems. Whatever the hell that means. Adrian came with us back to the school, to practice his spirit magic, the newly found old element, but he also once said, that he wanted to see how it goes with Christian. And, of course, he hits on me at every possibility he gets.

So now here we are, back at school, back at the asylum, how I like to call it, in the middle of our field experience. I got Christian as my Moroi, although Lissa is the one who I will guard after graduation, two months from now.

And yesterday the school got attacked from a bunch of Strigoi. And that was the day I died.

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