A/N All colnetent belongs to Richelle MEad. R and R and I will update some more I promise.

Chap 2.

I awoke to see, very clearly I might add, two scarlet eyes looking straight at me. I wasn't sure what I was doing in a house full of Strigoi; I knew I was in a house because I heard many muffled voices talking about how bad-ass they were about killing a dozen guardians. "Good morning my friend," came from a very, very

cold and definitely Strigoi voice. "I wish not to alarm you, but we must feed. I'm certain your body must be on fire, and feeding will surely get rid of your pain." Now that he mentioned it, my body was on fire. I've never felt like this before. "What is going on and why do I feel like this?" That was all I was saying for now. Wait I take that back. "Never mind." I am a Strigoi. He laughed. It sounded strange to my ears. I may be a Strigoi, but I have compassion, that is, until I go on my first hunt. And his voice, the coldest thing I have ever heard. It was a laugh without humor, but even humorless laughs don't sound as icy and evil as his did. "My friend, you have been awakened." I walked away muttering about how I couldn't be with Rose again, and I also had a string of Russian obscenities coming from my breath. He stopped me where I was by asking the stupidest question. "Do you like how you feel? Oh and before I fail to care enough, what is your name?" Now it was my turn to laugh a humorless laugh. When my laugh rang into my ears, I was shocked. Surely I couldn't have been this uncaring and hateful? "Do I like being a Strigoi? Yea, sure I do." Every word that came out of my mouth was dripping with sarcasm. The "like" part of my sentence was especially heavy on my anger as well. "And for that matter, you should have known my name before you 'awakened' me!" I had air quotes surrounding awakened. I was pissed of right now. All I wanted to do was be with Roza, and now I would never be able to do that. Nor would I ever get to be a guardian, and kill people like myself.

"My name is Nathan," he said. Humph! I thought it was blondie… "Dimitri Belikov."

That night, was my first feeding. I drank this innocent Moroi's blood, and it was the best feeling in the world. Stupid Ivashkov. I chuckled at my own stupidity from earlier. "What's so funny," Nathan asked. "Just the thought that I can be very arrogant when I don't know what's good for me." I laughed again. When I was done with the Moroi, I felt satisfied. I had drank the life away of an innocent royal. The thought didn't even phase me. It was like I was Victor Dahkov, and I was smug about committing crimes. To think I was ever upset with the fact I had to murder to eat. Or to awaken, but either way they all die first. I don't understand why everyone thinks the killing is wrong? I mean, the world is made up of prey and predator, eagle and chick, snake and rat. So, why do those predators starve themselves, and not use their newfound abilities to snack on the prey? Another point: The world is over populated. Killing a few every couple days was perfectly fine. Everyone dies sometime right? And, guardians go around killing Strigoi, so if Strigoi kill Moroi, it gives us a purpose to die. Otherwise, they go against their beliefs, and they become hypocrites. They kill innocent Strigoi. We kill innocent Moroi, and dhampirs. ( A/N Do you see what's wrong with this justice system?)