A bout of inspiration for this story hit me as I was watching Vampire Academy; I fucking hate the movie, it's beyond a terrible portrayal of the book, with rushed dialogue and terrible acting, besides a select few, but I did get a good story idea from it at least.
FAIR WARNING: My characters are going to be OOC in some aspects. I like to tweak Characters or give them a different type of role to play sometimes so . . . yeah.
I own nothing. Enjoy.
ROSE POV
I love the sun. So much; More than words can describe. When you live the kind of life I do, you don't get to see too much of it, which is a shame for my complexation if I'm being completely honest.
As a Dhampir- half human, half Moroi, and a Guardian, meat shield for Moroi, the good Draculas, i'm stuck following the Moroi's time schedule, which has me tucked in nice and tight during the day for my Z's. They don't burst into flames after coming in contact with the sun like Strigoi, Bad Draculas, do, but it's not comfortable for them either. They get skin rashes, the pansies.
Lame.
It's all a conspiracy if you ask me. My conspiracy of genetics' conspiracy is it knew from the beginning how much I would love sun light and decided to fuck me over.
Makes sense.
I tilt my head up toward the sky and smile at my own mirth and at the feel the warmth of the heavenly rays hitting my skin, the gentle wind welcoming me like the cool side of the pillow.
It's cold but still an unseasonably warm day for Montana in November. Whatever maybe the universe is giving me a break.
"Rose." I turn as my best friend and Moroi Princess Vasilisa Dragomir, the last of her name, calls out to me from the top step of the small jet, her long blonde hair dancing in the wind, flanked by her other guardian Eddie Castle.
"It's all good Ed, let her out." I call out to my other friend, letting him know the area is secure.
Lissa and I have been Quote on quote 'BFFS' since the first grade when we were paired for a writing assignment. Our dick of a teacher wanted us to write out our full names and seeing as our parents obviously hate us, mine for reals, and gave us the most ridiculously long names ever, mine being Rosemarie Hathaway, I found this to be quite the injustice and waste of my precious six year old time.
So I chucked my book at her and called her a fascist bastard; and don't let anyone tell you any different, I knew exactly what I was saying. I'd heard it from some sixth graders who were just the coolest. We've been best friends ever since. We've had our problems and been though a million hellish situations together, most of which has left me on the brink of death, but It's only brought us closer together. Literally, you'll come to find. I would die for my girl.
One day, I probably will.
Lissa glides down the stairs prettily like the tall princess she is, her long, pure white maxi dress making her pale skin seem even more translucent than normal. As a Moroi, Lissa doesn't have the large curves like I do, but she makes up for it in kindness and stunning cheek bones.
Eddie is African American, the skin of mocha; tall, dark and handsome. He stands at about six foot, with toned muscles and short, tight corn rows. His handsome face is devoid of any emotion, his and most Guardians, masks, as he focuses on his duty. I have yet to master the mask, but we all can't be perfect, I suppose.
As it's day light, we don't have to worry about Strigoi, but fucking humans are always a threat. Most of the time they are easily defeated, seeing as they don't have our strength or agility, but still gotta be on the look out. Well unless they're some Bruce Lee mother fucker; than we are pretty neck and neck. Fun fact! Did you know they had to slow down his fighting scenes in the editing room, because he was too fast for viewers to see his moves? That's some fucking gangster shit right there. Yeah . . . he's kind of an idol of mine. Since I started martial arts training at five I've tried to fight with the same spirit as Mr. Lee, even though our styles are a little different by personal preference.
Following Lissa and Eddie is My other friend, Guardian Mason Ashford and his Charge and Lissa's boy-toy - excuse me - boyfriend, Royal Moroi, Christian Ozera.
Fire-boy, fire being Christians magical element, Spirit being Lissa's, is Lissa's height-tall as shit-and the most annoying tool on the planet. I only put up with him for Lissa, but even that is not enough anymore.
Sure, he makes her happy and she's all in love, but the guy is just so fucking obnoxious. Always has been.
"Took you long enough, Rosie, I was dying of old age, waiting for you to hurry along and check the place out." Fire-ass smirks at me, running a hand through his black hair than wrapping an arm around Lissa's shoulder and stepping under her umbrella and away from direct sun contact.
Lissa opens her mouth to chastises him but I beat her to the punch.
"I will smother you."
He just laughs as Lissa calls out my name in horror.
She's been dealing with us bickering for five years, she should know by now nothing will shut him up or keep me from threatening his life.
"Dammit, Rose if you kill my Moroi, I'll have to find a new one, so just don't, ok?" Mason jokes, Eddie fights a smile.
I just roll my eyes and reach to my back pocket for my cigarettes, tapping one out and lighting up.
I inhale the sweet, sweet nicotine as Lissa complains; It's kinda her thing when it comes to my vices.
I walk over to her left flank, smoke flowing from my nose in a comforting burn, as Eddie takes the right by the living jack-o-lantern and Mason brings up the rear, protecting our charges from every point.
We walk over to an awaiting black SUV, flanked by fellow guardians as more get our luggage and a sense of dread hits me.
I loath our destination.
St. Vladimir's Academy.
Or other suitable names that would accurately describe St. Vlad's would be as followed:
1: The-Prison-Where-My-Mother-abandoned-Me
2. Fire-Crotches-Actual-Asshole.
3. Hell
I apologize, I'm usually more chipper but . . . wait no i'm not.
Two male Guardians I don't recognize, dressed in their black uniforms greet us, bowing to the Moroi and nodding to us fellow Dhamps. They introduce themselves as Guardians Tim Sheen and Luke Mitts,
The shorter of the two, Guardians Sheen, grey eyes' linger on me a little longer than necessary, but I ignore him.
I'm used to the looks.
Most, females in particular, would call me vain, but I know i'm sexy. I'm on the short side, 5'3 to be exact, but similar to Lissa, what I lack in height I make up for in tits and ass.
Daddy would be proud; Whoever the hell he is.
I finish my cig and we hop in, me in the front, Sheen driving, and take off to the soul sucking school I wish I could forget.
Pretty dramatic I suppose, but . . . the pain and depression Liss and I suffered . . . whatever.
I shake my thoughts away, settle in for the hour drive, and urge myself to make peace that for the next two weeks this is where I will have to stay.
It's almost thanksgiving, so for the Moroi students, families will be visiting, i.e. Lissa is going to see her half sister Jill, and Dhampir novices will be visited and helped trained by revered Guardians, which would be my part. Mason and Eddie are amazing meat shields as well but they haven't seen the type of action I have, killed like I have, so their duty to the school won't be as extensive as mine.
Lucky bitches.
I sigh as I catch Sheen's eyes flicker to me again and a again a third time a minute later.
Well any distraction is welcome, I suppose.
I roll down my window and light up another cig, making Lissa sigh and roll down her window as well.
"You can't smoke." Sheen tells me, voice emotionless.
"And you can't be discreet when checking at my tits to save your life." I inhale and turn my head, slowly blowing the smoke in his direction.
He smirks.
"I wasn't checking you out in that way." He replies, batting away my smoke.
"Ahh, you want to take me in a different way." I laugh.
This I also get . . . a lot. Too-fucking-much.
My reputation is a bloody one and everyone has heard it and everyone wants a piece. Men; to prove they are better and women . . . to prove they are better.
"Yeah, I do. I'm egotistical enough to wonder who is better." He replies truthfully.
Not quite used to challenges being so civil and truthful, I frown at him. Usually I get a lot of sexist comments and teasing, but not this.
Because of those annoying comments, I used to accept every challenge, just to beat the shit out of something, but i've grown tried of it and evolved.
That being said . . . I'm undefeated and the mother-fucking best! Sheen isn't the only one with an ego, to be perfectly fair.
Hell, I might just accept just to take my mind off the hell-hole I'm about to enter.
I laugh and flick the butt of my cig out the window at the image of me taking Sheen down.
"Time and place." I accept.
He nods, never taking his eyes off the road.
Eddie pops his head in-between our seats, his mask gone and a bright smile slapped on his handsome face.
"I hope you enjoy having your face rearranged, bro." He laughs.
Sheen just shakes his head and Eddie laughs again, settling back in his seat.
This is going to be a long two weeks.
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