So this is chapter two, but it is chapter one of Vampire Academy. Please read and review. (:

Five hours. I have been here for five hours, standing in the shade of the damned tree, looking like some kind of pervert watching the house. I'm sure I would have fallen asleep if not for the constant chattering of the other guardians resonating in my skull through the ear piece. God I wish they would shut up. Like I give a fuck who Nathan and Danielle Ivashkov bang behind each-other's backs.

I heard a faint scream from inside the house and not the good kind of scream either. I took a step forward, searching for danger and at the same time trying to locate which part of the sound that blood curdling screech had come from. I saw a dark shadow sprint across the room and recognised that cape behind it as what was probably Rosemarie's hair.

Whoever it was reached her target and another shadow sat up to meet her. They embraced for what seemed like half an hour but in reality was probably only a few minutes, until someone turned on a light. Yes, I decided, it was defiantly them. I was about to tell the guardians to get ready to move in, but what I saw next can only be described as either 'kinky as fuck' or 'too fucked up for words.'

The girls seemed to debate something, and then the princess leaned down and drank from Rose. Even from where I was standing in the garden I saw the pleasure on Rose's face. She liked it, a lot apparently.

When the princess was finished she pulled away and Rose flopped on her back onto the bed and the princess rushed out of the room. I have no idea where she went, but I assumed it was to get Rose something to eat.

A cat jumped up on the windowsill then, as far away from Rose as possible, but when she noticed it looking at me, she got up and came to the window. She looked out with drug induced serenity plain on her face. I've seen that look many times back in Russia, on both myself and my friends. I was defiantly into partying when I was a kid. I was friendly, out-going, wild and happy. Until Ivan was killed.

STOP. This is so not the time or place. I pulled myself roughly out of my own head and put up my wall and on my mask. I quickly wiped away the tears that had formed in the corner of my eyes. I would not show weakness.

I realised all too late that Rosemarie had spotted me. 'Shit!' I muttered to myself and retreated into the shadows once more. Understanding flashed across her face before it was quickly replaced by an odd mix of fear and determination. She ran from the room, well, tried to run, both the hour and the blood loss made her movements slow and her feet clumsy. She finally made it out of sight and I told the guardians to standby, they were going to try and make a run for it. Stupid idea, considering, but Rosemarie was a novice, it's all she could do.

We split up then, another guardian and I scouting ahead in two different directions, to cut them off if they tried to run. The rest of our group dividing into two smaller groups and going to the street corner to steer them in one of the two directions we were waiting in. Once I was in the alley we had preselected I waited, sort of hoping they came in this direction, I needed some excitement. The most exciting thing I had done in months was pull novices off of each other and wander around making sure no one was out of bed after curfew. God I need a date.

I heard footsteps coming toward me and saw the light flash on the car at the end of the street and knew it was time to make my move. I jumped out in front of the two girls, Rose immediately going on the defence, crouching in front of Vasilissa like a Momma lion.

She screamed at us to leave them alone, and not to hurt the princess. I held up my hands, hoping to show her that I'm not a threat; apparently, she didn't see it that way, because she launched herself at me, aiming her foot at my hip. The movement was clumsy; she was defiantly out of practice. I blocked her easily, more out of reflex than conscious thought. I realised then, that I had just sent a sixteen year old, out of practice, novice plummeting towards the wet concrete, so I quickly reached out and grabbed her forearm. I think she should be glad I saved her, because from the angle she was falling at she would have landed on her hip, and it would have hurt. A lot.

I looked up into her eyes, and that's when I saw it, I don't know what 'it' was, but it made me realise that she did have a reason for taking the princess away. I could see it in her eyes, the loyalty and the concern, the sense of duty and the determination to keep the princess safe, and if I'm totally honest, I saw a little bit of myself in their; mixed up in all that bad reputation that she probably damn about, I saw the goodness in her.

I stared at her in awe, thinking through my new revelation when I noticed that she was bleeding. Then it hit me again, it wasn't some kinky shit the two of them had going on, Rose was feeding her. Keeping her alive.

She must have noticed me staring at her neck and thought I was judging her because she felt her neck to see if it was bleeding then covered it quickly by shaking her hair over it. That's when I noticed her beauty; she had dark hair that hung around her face, accenting her high cheekbones and the darkness in her eyes. Her skin wasn't especially dark, but I had a feeling it would tan easily. Her lips were red and plump, she was beautiful.

Before I could finish my assessment of her because she looked into my eyes challengingly then ripped her arm from my grasp. She backed up and crouched in front of the princess again, readying herself for a fight, I worried that I shouldn't have let her go but was suddenly cut off by Vasilissa leaning in to get Rosemarie's attention.

"Rose, don't," said the princess in a voice that was both commanding and pleading. As soon as she uttered the words I relaxed a little, not really knowing why, and I could tell Rosemarie relaxed a bit too.

I waited to see if she would try anything next and she didn't, I turned to the princess and mustered up every bit of etiquette I could and bowed low, to the ground. I concentrated very hard on my accent, trying to pronounce the words as any American would when I said "My name is Dimitri Belikov." I left out my patronymic name, as I usually did, for the simple reason that my dad is an ass. "I've come to take you back to St. Vladimir's Academy."