Okkkkkkk! So. New story, and idea that I thought would be fun at first, but totally works in light of new things that happened in Blood Promise. No spoilers, I'm just saying the concept of a lot of things in here just seemed to fit after Blood Promise came out, so i decided to type up the (so far) four chapter story...

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Academy!

Title: Heart Of a Devil
By: Me (duh)
Rating: T/T+ for strong imagery and language
Summary: Rose Hathaway is Shadow-Kissed. That means that at some point on her life, she has a pact with the devil. When Rose was just born, her heart ceased to beat. So, her mother made a deal. The Devil would give his heart to her for twenty years so that she may live, and after that he could take her. Now Rose is nineteen, and her time is fast approaching…


Chapter 1

I dropped silently to the floor. Pulling out my gun from my thigh holster, I crept down the hallway toward the lighted bedroom.

'Hey. Christian's sending me the passwords to deactivate the security system on your floor, so get ready, and be careful.'

My partner, Dimitri Belikov's, voice sounded over my headset. I smiled as adrenaline started racing through my system, although whether it was because of the anticipation or his voice, I wasn't quite sure. "Okay. Go for it, Comrade."

Faintly, I could hear the clicking noises of a keyboard over the headset, then two small beeps. 'Got through. Go in for the kill; I'll catch up later.'

As if I needed him to tell me.

I kicked down the door and rammed inside, catching the guards off guard. Losers. Three of them were dead before they even realized I was inside. The other five pulled out their guns and started shooting at me. Amazingly, they managed not to hit each other.

I dived under a writing table, grabbing the front legs and yanking them to throw the table onto its side. Pulling out my second Glock, I loaded new magazines into both guns, praying that the table was thick enough to withstand the bullets. It took me all of one second to change the magazines, and, taking a deep breath, I peered around the corner and shot three times.

Two more fell to the floor, one of them clawing at a bullet hole in his throat. Ew. I ducked back behind the table, my blood pounding in my ears. Standing up, I started shooting at one of the men who had stopped shooting. Unfortunately, because he didn't have to aim, he was more agile and easily dodged. By now, all the guards had used up their supply of bullets and were now closing in on me.

I got to my feet and assessed the three men. The shortest man was still a good six inches taller than me and I cursed my mother for being short for the millionth time. I pointed my Glock at the tallest man and shot four times.

Unfortunately, only three bullets flew out, barely grazing the man's thigh. Shit.

I ditched my guns and got into a crouch, ready to spring at the lightest minute. The first guy idiot enough to touch me was going to get his head shoved up his ass. Literally.

The medium sized guy lunged.

I grabbed his outstretched arm and slammed my knee into his gut. Then I slammed my leg down on his back, smiling as I heard the loud crunch that indicated that I'd broken his spine. When he arched backwards because of the break, I rammed my palm down into his face, nearly folding his body in half and crushing his skull in the process.

Whirling to face my remaining enemies, I discovered that they were both on the ground, dead.

"Getting slow, Rose."

I glared at the tall, lean man leaning against the wall, arms folded over his broad chest, a gun peeking out from underneath an arm. "Shut up, Dimitri. I was getting around to those two. Did Mia and Eddie get what they needed?"

He nodded, and then jerked his head toward the door, smirking at me. I glared again. It was at times like these that I wanted to carve that smile off his face and salt the injury.

After retrieving my Glocks, I ran down the hall, following Dimitri. "Did someone send an extraction?" I asked as we flew down a flight of stairs. The center of the building was cylindrical, each level an open hallway around the circumference of the cylinder, with stairs on opposite ends of the circle, making us run a semicircle to reach the next flight of stairs going down. A glass wall that was waist high served as a railing. I scowled as my sensitive hearing picked up the sound of footsteps. The guards had been alerted.

"Mia and Eddie are going to meet us at the entrance once they've gotten a car," Dimitri replied, not even flinching as three bullets slammed into the staircase, missing him by centimeters.

We leapt from the stairs to land on the second floor, narrowly avoiding a barrage of bullets at the top of the stairs. Just as we got to our feet, I heard a faint ticking, which intensified to a frantic beeping.

I realized why the guards had only tried to shoot at us when we were on the third floor. "Get down!" I yelled, launching myself onto Dimitri's back and slamming him to the floor as the room to the right of us to us exploded, the force launching me into the air and over the railing.

My hands scrambled to grab onto something, but I only grabbed at flying debris and dust. I heard a loud smash and glass shards flew in all directions as searing pain tore through my body. Coughing and crying and swearing all at the same time, I looked up and realized that I'd flown into the massive chandelier hovering over the main lobby.

"Rose!" Dimitri yelled.

"Up here!" I got to my hands and knees, careful not to fall through the gaps in the large steel frame. The glass shards embedded in my skin only dug deeper and I took a few precious seconds to yank a few out.

"Hurry up! They're coming!"

Whether he was talking about Mia and Eddie or the guards, I didn't know, nor did I care, because either way, it meant I needed to move my ass. I crawled to the edge of the chandelier, fighting to keep my balance as the entire thing swayed and tipped dangerously. Looking down, I estimated a good twenty foot drop.

Just bloody awesome.

"Rose!" Dimitri called sharply.

God how I wanted to just leap down there and punch his face in. One of these days…I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Killing Dimitri could wait until after I got out of this mess. I ducked through one of the openings in the frame, my hands holding onto the cold metal tightly. If I dangled, I figured I could shave five and a half feet from my fall.

Looking down again, I dropped.

I landed neatly on my feet, bending into a crouch to lessen the impact, although my feet were stinging. I used that crouch to launch myself forward running, catching up with Dimitri and bolting out the front doors.

Mia and Eddie were already waiting for us. Eddie's hands were covered in blood and Mia look grim. "About time!" She snarled as she unlocked the door to let us in. "What the hell happened to you?" She asked when she saw my hands and torn up clothes.

"Chandelier," I replied tartly, knowing that she would be less bitchy once the mission was over. "And really, did you have to get a Honda Civic? This company makes millions! Could you not find an Aston Martin or something?"

Dimitri rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that would definitely be inconspicuous."

"As if we're being inconspicuous now. And we should get rocket launchers installed, just like James Bond." I grinned.

"That'll go well. 'Hey, I'd like to install rockets into my Aston Martin please.' Yeah, the dealership would really appreciate that."

"Tell them it's for charity. Say you're playing James Bond at a UNICEF fundraiser. People will do all sorts of shit if it's for charity, you—"

"Sorry, hate to interrupt," Mia said, not at all looking like she was sorry, "But we have company." She pulled out an AK-47 and handed it to me.

I gaped. "Holy shit, girl! This is awesome!"

She grinned. "I thought you'd like that. Five cop cars behind us, Two helicopters following. Have a field day; this mission isn't a 'no kill' one." She cocked her rifle and smiled evilly.

Rolling down my window, I braced the AK-47 against the frame and stuck my head out the window. It was dark, and the pursuers were driving with their lights out, but that wasn't a problem for my eyes. I could see every car clearly, and could even make out the people inside. Each person held a semi-automatic, and all but the drivers were shifting into a position to shoot us.

"Dimitri, Take out the helicopters!" I yelled before I started shooting. It was hard, but I managed to hit the tires of several of the cars, sending them swerving.

"Everybody hang on!" Eddie yelled, stepping on the gas pedal.

I pitched forward, nearly falling out of the car. Hastily, I pulled the gun inside and strapped on my seatbelt. "What the hell? I only took out three of them!" I growled at Eddie, who was only focused on the roads.

"Yeah, but our escape is coming up," Eddie retorted, speeding through the winding streets. How he managed to find roads that permitted him to go at this speed in San Francisco of all places, I will never know.

Looking up, I scanned for a sign of an escape. All I saw was the Golden Gate Bridge. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" I snarled. "You want us to jump off the fucking bridge? We'll die! Even if we manage to survive the fall, the current and water temperature would kill us!"

"We've done crazier shit," he pointed out calmly. "Anyway, this car is currently set on coordinates, so it'll keep driving to a designated point, where someone will pick it up. Meanwhile, as it drives, it'll create a distraction for all the pursuers. All we need to do is jump out of the car and lay low. Christian had contacted people earlier and told them to leave the door leading to the top of the bridge open; we'll get up there where Mason's coming for a roof extraction."

"Don't really like this plan either," I sighed. "But whatever." I tucked the AK-47 under the chair.

Mia turned in her spot to look behind us. "They're far enough behind that we can get out without being seen." She handed Eddie a towel to wipe the blood off his hands and face. He switched the car to auto drive and accepted the towel.

We were fast approaching the bridge.

"Get ready," Dimitri warned and Eddie unlocked the car. "Remember to jump up high or you'll jump right into the pedestrian railings." He shifted to his feet.

I opened the door, adrenaline pumping through my veins, making all of this seem like some sort of action movie. I edged as far out as I could so that Dimitri would have a chance to jump as soon as I was out. Mia tapped the glass and held out five fingers. Four…three…two…

I ricocheted off the seat, landing on the other side of the railing and promptly dropped to my stomach.

The two cars pursuing us whooshed past, and I quickly rolled into the shadows casted by the bridge, waiting for a sign that anyone else was following the cars. Sure enough, seconds later, three more reinforcement cars drove past, a helicopter trailing close behind.

Finally, 'Okay, that's the last of them.' Dimitri's voice said over the headset. 'Let's get going.'

Scrambling to my feet, I quickly dusted off my clothes and ran toward the closest frame of the bridge. Edie and Dimitri were already there, and Mia showed up minutes later. Together, we pried open the large, ancient steel door, which led to a small room with a miniscule elevator.

All four of us squeezed into the room. "Fuck. We're going to have to go up in pairs," Dimitri muttered. "You guys go first. Rose and I'll catch up soon enough."

Eddie and Mia nodded and dashed into the elevator, knowing we had twenty minutes, tops, before the pursuers figure out that we weren't actually in the car.

I leaned against the wall as the elevator slowly creaked upward.

There was a long silence. Then, Dimitri looked at me and asked, "How'd your heart? Nothing erratic is happening yet, is it?"

"No, I'm good. The Devil has got to be getting a huge thrill out of this," I grinned.

I'm what people call 'Shadow-Kissed.' When I was born, my heart ceased to beat. So my mother went and summoned a Devil and made a pact with it. The Devil would give me his or her heart for twenty years so that I may live. In exchange, while I possess his or her heart, the Devil will be able to experience human emotions. Now, note, I say the Devil, but I don't actually mean Satan or Lucifer. There's the Devil, and then there are Devils who are in the same league as Demons and such, and technically speaking, they're practically the same thing. Anyway, as for the deal, when I turn twenty, the Devil who lent me his or her heart will hunt me down and kill me.

Sounds like a sucky deal, but really, I'm thankful for the Devil that gave me his or heat hear. Without it, I'd never be able to experience life. Perhaps it was because of this that I was so reckless in everything I do. I'm always throwing myself into a fight, and trying to cling onto life and experience all it offers, and I never hold back; I want to live without regrets.

Besides, having a Devil's heart has its quirks too. My senses are all heightened to amazing levels, I heal several times faster than the normal human, and I have crazy super strength. Thus the easily snapping a human being in half scenario from before.

"Rose."

Dimitri's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "Yeah?"

"Do you hear that?"

I frowned and listened. The elevator was halfway down, Mia and Eddie were climbing some sort of ladder, and…there. Barely distinguishable over the din of traffic, I could head footsteps approaching.

"Shit. Have they found out we're not there already?" I growled. "It'll be another two minutes, at least, until the elevator reaches the grounds, and I'd estimate the people I heard will be here in less than one."

He pulled out a Beretta and handed me a Colt. "How many?"

I listened again. "Five…no, seven. Two not human." Pursing my lips, I listened harder, trying to make out how heavy the footsteps were, how they carried the person/being. "One…werewolf. Newly turned, so she should be fairly easy to take out. I can't tell what the other creature is." I wiped my sweaty hands on my pants.

"You take out the werewolf; I'll get the rest," Dimitri whispered in my ear.

"Please tell me you've got silver bullets in here, then," I said, holding up the Colt.

"Better." He grinned, white teeth flashing in the dim lighting. "Metal Mercury enclosed in silver."

Contrary to popular belief, silver bullets don't actually kill werewolves. Sure, it'll hurt like hell, but it won't kill them. When the lore about werewolves first emerged, it was in the medieval times, where metal mercury, also called quicksilver, was considered silver. It was also an alchemist's metal of choice, since they believed mercury was the basis of all other metals. Oh, one other thing. Shooting them through the heart isn't going to do jack squat. You have to blow the werewolf's brains out as well.

And as for my favorite method of killing werewolves…I felt for my thigh holster and reached into the pouch, pulling out a small hand grenade. I preferred to blow their heads off. Thank God Mason insisted on packing a hand grenade with me.

"We need to first get out of here. If they catch us while we're still in here, we're completely screwed," Dimitri pointed out. I glanced around. Shit. He was right. Bracing my hands against the door, I pushed it open and the two of us ducked outside and behind the frame. "They're here," I whispered. I could hear that they were close. Very close. "I wish we could turn off these lights," I growled, checking the revolver. Six rounds. Brilliant.

When the closest person to us was two feet from our spot, I nudged Dimitri.

He leapt from his hiding place and I heard yelling and grunts as I went around the other way. I'd just turned the second corner around the square frame when I felt it attack.

The werewolf-lady slammed into me, throwing me into the cold metal. Her eyes glowed, pale yellow in the already orangish-yellow light. She grabbed my wrist and yanked me up. But she was a newly turned werewolf, and with my super strength from the Devil, I easily matched her.

I took a hold of her wrists with one hand and yanked her downward, slamming my elbow up into her neck. She roared in pain and tried to hit me, but I was way ahead of her. Dodging, I grabbed her by her shoulder and the back of her shirt. With little effort, I picked her up and threw her over my hip, placing my knee on her sternum and pressing the barrel to her chest.

Fear flashed in her eyes seconds before I shot her through the heart. I dragged her body to the four-foot railing that prevented people from falling into the water. She was already beginning to stir, since her brain was still intact and the healing process for a werewolf was insanely fast.

I pulled the safety pin off the detonation lever of the grenade and shoved it firmly into her mouth. Then, I pulled her up and shoved her off the bridge. If the explosion didn't killer her –which was unlikely since it would blow her head to pieces –the impact of falling into the water would.

Turning to look for Dimitri, I found that once again, he'd finished faster than me.

"Where's the other un-human thing?" I asked, running over to him. He'd acquired a nasty-looking gash on his upper arm.

He winced as I eased off my tank top –I had two on; I wasn't about to start stripping on the Golden Gate Bridge –and gently wrapped up his wound. "It bailed. I think it was a Devil, but I'm not sure."

My heart leapt. A Devil? Could it have been my Devil? I was only about seven months from my…death date, after all. "Did it…was it…" I stammered, not sure how to phrase my question.

"No," Dimitri said, looking apologetic. "It showed no sign of interest in you. He wasn't the Devil you're looking for."

I felt my shoulders sag. It felt like I was being deflated. "Damn it!"

Finished with bandaging his arm, we both stood up. First we had to dispose of the bodies and weapons, and then we had to get our asses up to the top of the frame. We scrambled to dump the corpses over the edge of the bridge, and then quickly got into the elevator.

"Fuck," Dimitri suddenly said.

"What?" I asked sharply. Did we miss something?

"Look." He pointed to the side. "There was a ladder all the way to the top. We could've just taken the ladder, no wait or fight necessary." Sure enough, a chipped, steel ladder spanned the height of the frame.

Well, nothing we could do about that now.

After about five minutes, the rickety elevator finally reached the top and we both made a dash toward the second ladder that went the rest of the way to the top.

Dimitri beat me to it and I shot daggers at his ass the entire time I climbed up behind him.

By the time we opened the hatch and stepped out onto the platform, Mason was already there, hovering a distance above us.

He lowered the ladder down to us and we climbed another 25 feet to the helicopter.

"Finally!" Mason yelled over the sound of the blades whirring. "We were beginning to think you'd died or something!" He extended a hand to me and hauled me in. Christian was in there, tapping frantically, and Lissa was checking Eddie and Dimitri's wounds.

"Shut your face, Mason!" I screamed back. "Just get us out of here!" I turned to Christian. "Do you have anything off the chip?"

He shot me a glare. "I'm working as fast as I can, Rose. I'm a genius, not a speed demon!" Christian scowled, fingers still flying. His eyes scanned the screen at light speed, his expression changing slowly from concentration to anger to excitement.

"I think we got something!" He looked up at me excitedly. "I think we have a lead on your Devil finally!"


So, that's how it starts. The next chapter will do more explaining, so yeah. Don't worry; I'm working on Spirit Bound and You Belong With Me, so don't panic. Oh, and I was listening to Taylor Swift's Love Story, and I'm inspired to write a fluff on RoseXDima, and I defs want to put Rose's dad in it, so....I'm excited.

Oh! And this story will have POV changes, although probably (most likely) later. Much later.

Thank you for reading! Please review!