Ok so this is my new story about Rose and Adrian .love them.
This chapters song : when I met you by apo hiking society
"Hey, little dhampir."
Then I realised that someone was standing in the corner of the porch. It was a guy – a Moroi – who was leaned up against the wall not far from the door, smoking. He brought the cigarette up to his mouth and took a long drag then dropped it on the floor. The scent, I realised, was Clove cigarettes.
I stopped and crossed my arms as I looked and took him in. He was a little shorter than Dimitri and wasn't as lanky as some Moroi guys ended up looking. He wore a long, charcoal coat – probably made from some insanely expensive cashmere-wool blend – which fit him extremely well, and the leather dress shoes he was wearing indicated more money still. He had brown hair that looked like it had been purposely styled to appear a little messy, and his eyes were either blue or green – I couldn't tell because there wasn't quite enough light for me to know for sure. His face was cute, I supposed, and I pegged him to be a couple years older than me. By the looks of him, I guessed that he had just come from a dinner party.
"Yeah?" I asked.
His eyes swept over my body and it didn't really surprise me that much. I was used to attention from Moroi guys but it usually wasn't this obvious. Plus, I wasn't usually bundled in winter clothing and had a black eye.
He shrugged. "Just saying hi, that's all."
I waited for him to say any more, but he didn't and just stuffed his hands into his coat's pockets. With a shrug of my own, I took a couple steps forward towards the door.
"You smell good you know," he suddenly said.
I stopped walking again and gave him a puzzled look, which only made his sly smile grow bigger.
"I…um, what?" This guy is seriously starting to freak me out slightly.
"You smell good," he repeated.
"Are you joking? I've been sweating all day. I'm disgusting." I wanted to just walk away and pretend that I have never even seen him, let alone have a conversation about sweating with him, but there was a something about him that planted my feet there. I didn't really find him as attractive as certain people; I was just suddenly interested in talking to him.
"Sweat isn't a bad thing," he said, leaning his head against the wall and looking upwards thoughtfully. "Some of the best things in life happen while sweating. Yeah, if you get too much of it and it gets old and stale, it turns pretty gross. But on a beautiful woman? Intoxicating. If you could smell things like a vampire does, you'd know what I'm talking about. Most people mess it all up and drown themselves in perfume. Perfume can be good…especially if you get one that goes with our chemistry. But you only need a hint. Mix about 20 percent of that with 80 percent of your own perspiration…mmm." He tilted his head to the side and looked at me. "Dead sexy."
I suddenly remembered Dimitri and his aftershave. Yeah. That had been dead sexy, but I certainly wasn't going to tell this guy about it.
"Well, thanks for the hygiene lesson," I said. "But I don't own any perfume, and I'm going to shower all this hot sweaty action off me. Sorry."
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered it to me. He moved only a step closer, but it was enough for me to smell something else on him. Alcohol. I shook my head at the cigarettes, and he tapped one out for himself.
"Bad habit," I commented, watching him light it.
"One of many," he replied. He inhaled deeply. "You here with St. Vlad's?"
"Yup."
"So you're going to be a guardian when you grow up."
"Obviously."
He exhaled smoke, and I watched it drift away into the night. Heightened vampire sense or not, it was a wonder he could smell anything around those cloves.
"How long until you grow up?" he asked. "I might need a guardian."
"I graduate in the spring. But I'm already spoken for Sorry."
Surprise flickered in his eyes. "Yeah? Who is he?"
"She's Vasilisa Dragomir."
"Ah." His face split into a huge grin. "I knew you were trouble as soon as I saw you. You're Janine Hathaway's daughter."
"I'm Rose Hathaway," I corrected. Not wanted to be defined by my mother.
"Nice to meet you, Rose Hathaway." He extended a gloved hand to me that I hesitantly took. "Adrian Ivashkov."
"And you think I'm trouble," I muttered. The Ivashkovs were another royal family, one of the wealthiest and most powerful. They were the kind of people who thought they could get anything they wanted and walked over those in their way. No wonder he was so arrogant.
He laughed. He had a nice laugh, rich and almost melodious. It made me think of warm caramel, dripping from a spoon. "Handy, huh? Each of our reputations precedes us."
I shook my head. "You don't know anything about me. And I only know of your family. I don't know anything about you."
"Want to?" he asked tauntingly.
"Sorry. I'm not into older guys." Technically not true since I liked Dimitri and he's 7 years older than me.
"I'm twenty-one. Not that much older."
"I have a boyfriend." It was a small lie. Mason certainly wasn't my boyfriend yet, but I hoped Adrian would leave me alone if he thought I was taken.
"Funny you didn't mention that right away," Adrian mused. "He didn't give you that black eye, did he?"
I felt myself blushing, even in the cold. I'd been hoping he wouldn't notice the black eye, which was stupid. With his vampire eyes, he'd probably noticed as soon as I stepped onto the porch.
"He wouldn't be alive if he did. I got it during…practice. I mean, I'm training to be a guardian. Our classes are always rough."
"That's pretty hot," he said. He dropped his second cigarette to the ground and put it out with his foot.
"Punching me in the eye?"
"Well, no. Of course not. I meant that the idea of getting of rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports."
"I'm sure you are," I said dryly. He was arrogant and presumptuous, yet I still couldn't quite force myself to leave.
The sound of footsteps behind me made me turn. Mia came around the path and walked up the steps. When she saw us, she stopped suddenly.
"Hey, Mia." She glanced between the two of us.
"Another guy?" she asked. From her tone, you would have thought I had my own harem of men.
Adrian gave me a questioning, amused look. I gritted my teeth and decided not to dignify that with a response. I opted for uncharacteristic politeness.
"Mia, this is Adrian Ivashkov."
Adrian turned on the same charm he'd used on me. He shook her hand. "Always a pleasure to meet a friend of Rose's, especially a pretty one." He spoke like he and I had known each other since childhood.
"We aren't friends," I said. So much for politeness.
"Rose only hangs out with guys and psychopaths," said Mia. Her voce carried the usual scorn she harboured for me, but there was a look on her face that showed Adrian had clearly caught her interest.
"Well," he said cheerfully, "since I'm both a psychopath and a guy, that would explain why we're such good friends."
"You and I aren't friends either," I told him.
He laughed. "Always playing hard to get, huh?"
"She's not that hard to get," said Mia, clearly upset that Adrian was paying more attention to me. "Just ask half the guys at our school."
"Yeah," I retorted, "and you can ask the other half about Mia. If you can do a favour for her, she'll do lots of favours for you." When she'd declared war on Lissa and me, Mia had managed to get a couple of guys to tell everyone at school that I'd done some pretty awful things with them. The ironic thing was that she'd gotten them to lie for her by sleeping with them herself.
A flicker of embarrassment passed over her face, but she held her ground.
"Well," she said, "at least I don't do them for free."
Adrian made some cat noises.
"Are you done?" I asked. "It's past you bedtime, and the grown-ups would like to talk now." Mia's youthful looks were a sore point with her, one I frequently enjoyed exploiting.
"Sure," she said crisply. Her cheeks turned pink, intensifying her porcelain-doll appearance. "I have better things to do anyway." She turned toward the door, then paused with her hand resting on it. She glanced toward Adrian. "Her mom gave her that black eye, you know."
With that, she went inside. The fancy glass doors swung shut behind her.
Adrian and I stood there in silence. Finally, he took out the cigarettes again and lit another. "Your mom?"
"Shut up."
"You're one of those people who either has soul mates or mortal enemies, aren't you? No in-between. You and Vasilisa are probably like sisters, huh?"
"I guess."
"How is she?"
Right before I could answer a tall moroi around forty came out of the door barely glancing at me before turning all his attention to Adrian .
"Lord Ivashkov. People require your presence inside ." he Said Adrian took a small flask and took a swig before he kissed my hand that I very subtly wiped off.i thought it was subtle but adrain saw and chuckled
"see you tomorrow little dhampir." Adrian said winking.
"not likely ."I whispered I went to sleep knowing I'd have an early morning as I had training with dimitri in the morning at 6 am even though I was on "vacation" leave it to him to find a way. I was psyched I could see him and since there was no gym here we had to train in his room .if I was a girly girl I would squeal.
Ok what do you guys think since it's my first chapter I'll put up one more tonight.
