A/N: Definition of Turkish: Sana kalbimi vereceğim. = To you my heart I'll give.

Definition of Gaelic:

Bi samhach - Quiet

An é seo conas iad féin a iompar againn go poiblí? Tá caomhnóirí muid an eiseamláiriú do na dhampirs. Féin a iompar mar go bhfuil tú roinnt chiall. " =

"Is this how we behave in public? We guardians are the exemplification to the dhampirs. Behave like you have some sense."

"Angus, le do thoil ..." = "Angus, please..."

"Níl An bhfuil déanta agat damáiste go leor?" = "Haven't you done enough damage?"

"Tá brón orm." = "I'm sorry."

"Beidh muid a phlé ag baile. Déan iarracht gan a náire orainn." = "We will discuss this at home. Please try not to shame us."

Janine was exhausted, and more than that upset. She was at the verge of a collapse. She could see the scrutiny on every face. It seemed as though everyone had heard about the young Guardian's embarrassing night at Janissary and not one of them would forget it.

She had kept her nose clean since it happened two weeks ago, but she still felt them watching her; she still heard the whispers. From time to time her eyes would sting with tears she wouldn't allow to fall just from knowing that behind her back the men and women she worked with called her a slut and a bloodwhore.

But she told herself that their opinions didn't matter. That what they said held no baring on her abilities as a Guardian. She was still better than half the guardians out there. Yes, she was wild and had a sharp tongue. Yes, she had a temper. Yes, she enjoyed herself; especially with the male population, but she was good at her job.

Yet, that didn't seem to matter to the other guardians. All they could see were her faults. And after the scandal with Jordan Ivashkov it seemed that most were not inclined to trust her because they assumed she was a bloodwhore.

They didn't know what happened that night. None of them would even listen when she tried to explain the situation. It seemed no one had cared enough to hear past the fact that she had broken his jaw and had a bite wound on her neck. She shook her thoughts away as she moved out of the suffocating dhampir quarters. She had been avoiding the guardians like the plague for the last two weeks, not wanting to hear them during her off hours discussing the big fight between her and her brother.

She had made a point of disappearing during her time off and simply roaming Turkey. She kept to herself, as Janine was prone to do on her time off when she wasn't going out. People didn't understand her. They didn't want to take the time to try and understand. It was easier to be alone. Plus, she had kept her word to Gavin. Janine Hathaway had kept her distance from all Moroi; Royals and nonroyals alike. They were her job not her pleasure.

Ibrahim was being tormented by a nymph. No matter what he did he could not shake his desire for her.

He did not just want her for the sake of conquering her or needing to be within her; he needed to simply be around her. The need burst forth from him like a burning flame within his body, filling every corner until all his thoughts were consumed with hazel eyes that sparkled green and thick fiery curls that tangled and untangled like a dance.

But, Ibrahim found that unlike most women this one would not be so easily entrapped. The nymph would not be swayed with pretty words or trinkets. No, she would be much harder to capture. Unlike a delicate bird sitting in a gilded cage she was a wild cat, running with the freedom of a predator.

Janine Hathaway had proven to be a challenge as soon as he had met her and had simply grown more challenging. It had been two weeks since he had even caught a glimpse of her. Apparently, when the woman did not want to be seen she found a way to make herself invisible. But, that did not deter Ibrahim. No, he would find a way to make her see that he was more than worth her time.

He began by posting his men around the guardian dwelling of the Moroi resort and having them watch for her. When finally she left the compound alone he made his way to follow her. The sight of her was incredible after the two week wait. He sighed as though he had been holding his breath for the last two weeks.

He followed her at a distance, hoping she would notice him. He observed her, amused at the way she walked as though she were about to go into war at any minute. He could barely see the weapons hidden on her person, but there they were hidden close to her. For some reason, knowing that she was armed made her more enticing to him.

How odd that Ibrahim Mazur was enticed by this tiny loud mouthed dhampir. He, for the most part, was drawn to the Femme Fatale type. And all his women had been Moroi. He did not have a problem with dhampirs, he simply preferred his women tall, elegant, and beautiful. This was the first time he could recollect of wanting a woman of such small stature with such an abrupt way of handling situations.

"Doing some shopping?" he heard himself say.

He tried not to show that he was shocked by this turn of events as he smirked down at her. He hadn't even realized he'd been walking toward her until he was right behind her and speaking.

He watched her tense and all he wanted to do was take away that tension.

"Mr. Mazur," she said in a cold business-like tone turning back to looking up at him.

"Mr. Mazur?" he said, his brow quirking up.

She pulled her hair back out of her face and put it up, growing hotter.

"Yes," she replied, sarcasm dripping into her voice, "That is your name isn't it?"

He chuckled, "It is. But, why are you being so formal? I thought we were past this?"

She rolled her eyes, "Can you leave be, please?"

"Why would I do that?" he said, moving closer.

She stepped back and looked up at him warily.

Janine moved away, walking quickly away from him, but he simply moved forward making his strides equal to hers.

"Why are you following me?" she growled.

"Am I?" he asked, amused, "Maybe I am simply going in the same direction."

"They call you charming, but I'm almost positive it's really just another way of saying you're annoying and persistent and eventually they just give into your ways." Janine said, looking at a bracelet in one of the tents intently.

"Really?" he countered, "I'm almost positive that your hostility is simply to hide your insecurities."

Janine turned faster than he expected, but he kept his composure, looking down at her in amusement. It truly did feel like she was much bigger than she was and that instead of her looking up at him she was standing eye to eye.

"May I walk with you?" he asked.

"No," she responded.

"Then may I walk in your presence?" he reworded.

"Do as ye like," she grumbled, that Scottish accent slipping through.

He liked it when she got angry and the lilt of her home country became much more prominent. He nodded as Janine began walking once more, hiding the smile that had dawned her lips.

Janine hated to admit it, but she had really enjoyed her day off with Ibrahim. He had made her smile and laugh. And as much as Ibrahim hated to admit it, but Janine had woken up something in him that hadn't been known to Ibro Mazur in quite some time. Fun. And a caring for another person. Usually, he only wanted his conquests to enjoy themselves because they would work harder to please him. But, with Janine he wanted to see her smile because it pleased him to see her pleased.

Janine giggled as Ibrahim bowed to her wearing a ridiculous hat. She shook her head, when was the last time she had enjoyed herself this way? Especially with a man? He roared playfully and picked her up swinging her around.

"IBRAHIM!" she squealed, laughing, "Put me down!"

He placed her on the ground and grinned. She shook her head, looking down to the ground as she noticed him watching her. Ibrahim wanted to ask her why she continued to look down when he watched her, but he figured she didn't want to see her without her walls.

Ibrahim tipped Janine's face to look up at him. "Sana kalbimi vereceğim," he whispered.

Janine shivered at his words, her lips wanting nothing, but to connect to his.

"ACH! THERE SHE IS!" an angry Scot's voice snapped.

Janine whipped around, standing in between Ibrahim and the angry faces of her brothers. Janine glared at Gavin as he moved forward, angrily.

"Calm yerself, Gavin!" Fergus said, desperately trying to calm the red-faced man.

"We told ye..." Gavin started, but Janine cut him off.

"Yer not me mam or me dad, Gavin Hathaway! I'll do what I please with whomever I please!" she barked.

"Oh, right! Yer actin' like a whore and throwin' yerself at some criminal twat and it's none of our business while yer out here defilin' the Hathaway name! Just like yer filthy mam!"

Janine lashed out and slapped Gavin as hard as she could. The large dhampir stumbled back and wiped blood from his lip, slowly getting angrier as he stared up at his sister. But, it didn't matter because Janine was her own fire, burning harshly and strongly as she ratted off.

"HOW DARE YE SAY THAT ABOUT THE WOMAN WHO BIRTHED YE!? I'LL KILL YE FER YER STUPIDITY!" she lunged forward, as Fergus's calm voice tried to cut through the argument.

"Bi samhach," another quiet voice commanded, stopping the angry words spilling from Janine's mouth and the words that were starting to rise in Gavin's.

The three siblings looked up as the eldest in the Hathaway family walked toward them, beside him stood a beautiful blonde Moroi.

"An é seo conas iad féin a iompar againn go poiblí? Tá caomhnóirí muid an eiseamláiriú do na dhampirs. Féin a iompar mar go bhfuil tú roinnt chiall. " Angus Hathaway said calmly.

"Angus, le do thoil ..." Janine started.

"Níl An bhfuil déanta agat damáiste go leor?" he said, cutting her off.

"Tá brón orm." she whimpered, putting her head down.

"Beidh muid a phlé ag baile. Déan iarracht gan a náire orainn." he said shaking his head before switching to English, "Apologize to Lord Dragomir for your misconduct."

"It's quite all right, Angus," Eric said gently to his guardian.

Angus nodded, but Janine and her siblings knew better than to believe this was the end of it.

"Fergus, Gavin, come. I need the both of you." Angus said, heading out, "Janine, I expect you home soon. Your next shift starts at midnight."

Janine shook her head and turned back to Ibrahim, looking at him sadly. "Goodbye." she said quietly.

Abe sighed and watched her go. Dhampirs. He would never understand them.

Janine dreaded going home, but it was now or never. She would have to deal with the outcome of her special day with Ibrahim.

A/N: I just keep making more work for me by leaving openings for sequels. We'll see what happens. Also, I want to dedicate this to the person who after a year of this being on without an update reached out and asked for another part.