I'd been asleep for what felt like seconds, when the scene changed around me. Suddenly I was in some sort of field, a small gazebo in the corner... and I was also in my over-sized t-shirt I wore to bed. It didn't come down very long at all, to about the hem of my underwear- but it was baggy and loose fitting, hence why I wore it to bed. I crossed my arms as I felt the breeze shift around me. It was chilly, but the sun made my skin warm up and tingle wherever it hit me, leaving my left side cold. I took my hair out of it's sloppy ponytail from earlier that night, letting it flow through the breeze. Gross, I thought to myself. I feel like I should be in a shampoo commercial, but one of those low budget ones where they show nature for 10 minutes and some fabulous hair. Which I didn't have... the hair that is. Not that I didn't have hair, I mean I'm not bald or anything but I don't have model-ish hair like on the commercials. Seriously, whose hair shines like that?!

Interrupting me from my thoughts, the crinkle of leaves behind me heightened my instincts. I turned on my heels, the fresh dew on the ground allowed me to spin. To my surprise, Adrian stopped five feet from where I was. It was an awkward distance and he clearly had been taken aback. His eyes scanned me.

"What are you wearing?", He asked after he cleared his throat for the second time. His hand fidgeted, grasping his shirt and letting it go again. The high priced shirt was now wrinkled where he'd balled it up into his hand.

"My pajamas.", I replied dryly, narrowing my eyes at him. "And keep your eyes up here while you're at it." A slow grin crossed his face. I couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't burning in the sunlight, he was supposedly a vampire, after all. In fact, the sun didn't seem to affect him. His deep emerald eyes bore back into mine for a few fast seconds.

"So that's really what you wear to bed?", He asked. Without time to respond he spoke again. "Sleeping naked is far more comfortable, especially if you have a person or two beside you." I gave him a disgusted look.

"Way more information than I needed to know. Something you wanted or can I be on my way to happy dream land?", I responded with my sarcastic edge. This only seemed to amuse him greater.

"What would you call a happy dream?", Adrian shot back almost immediately after my words. Did he always answer questions with questions? Who the hell could stand to be around him?

"One without you in it. So if you could just skedaddle, that would be great.", I uncrossed my arms, putting my hands on my hips to try and look like I had some control over the matter. Around him, his golden color shown brighter. He sat down directly in front of me now, leaning back on his hands and looking up... at my face. I raised an eyebrow, crossed my legs, and also sat. His eyes were half closed now, the sun was behind me so he'd have to squint from the light in his eyes.

"What's your favourite color?", He asked out of the blue. I picked a couple of the random weeds that looked like flowers, playing with them.

"Green.", I said back, brushing my hair behind my ear so I could see the flower better. With my nail, I sliced a small hole into the stem, sticking another flower's stem into that hole. I continued it until I had a crown/necklace type thing. "Why?", I asked, looking up to see him watching me with strange interest. Instead of answering me, he began picking flowers also. He picked a variety of ones that were within arm's reach, doing sort of the same thing I had. Except when he was finished, his crown looked way cooler. It looked like something you'd see in a movie- an intricate weave of flowers and petals, and leaves. He'd even stuck in a couple of sticks to help hold it better. Before I could protest he'd rolled forward up onto his knees, and placed the crown on my head. He stayed there, and didn't move back.

"You look like a princess.", He stated, something that was probably meant to be a compliment. Like all girls, I didn't do well with those.

"Of flowers?", I asked, my eyebrow rose again. There was an awkward pause before he backed up and sat back down. He sat there for a minute, trying to figure out what to say but words seemed to escape him. I didn't get a chance to look at the gazebo in the center of the field, because the dream suddenly cut out when I was awoken by knocking at the door.

I groaned, checking the clock by my bed. 10:30am sharp. I am not a morning person. I took what seemed like forever getting out of my warm spot in my bed, and walking across the ice cold floor to greet whoever knocked at my door this early. Along the way I remembered to put on pants. When I answered the door, a tall male stood before me, the one I think was named Christian?

"Hello.", He said with a Russian accent. "If you remember me, I'll be coaching you today.", he stood politely, waiting. "Change into your gym attire and meet me outside.", he explained, walking back out to the hallway. I ran to my dresser and found the lone pair of sweat pants that had been provided for me along with tons of other clothing last night. A grey tank top came out of the dresser along with it, and I slipped them on. Half jogging out of the door, I met up with the guy again. He opened the door for me as a gentleman, and I tipped my head for a thanks. We walked to the gym with no sight of Adrian. I couldn't risk that awkward moment of running into him and spilling out something about my dream last night.

'Hey guy I've just met yesterday! I dreamed about you last night!'

Actually... he'd probably enjoy that.

Inside the gym were mats, a mini fridge filled with bottles of sports drinks, and a few punching bags. Students in the room paused to look at me, well the ones who weren't punching or kicking at each other. A student ran up to ask the guy beside me a question, calling him Dimitri. Oops, I'd gotten that wrong. I wasn't that great with names after all.

So, after Dimitri was done tipping the guy off on a move, we began my training. First it was basics. How to punch, how to kick, but not how to use a stake (yet). I thought it would be easy, since I took a year of martial arts, but no. In the first ten minutes, Dimitri had already flipped me over, telling me I'd have to 'Get used to it' if I ever wanted to be 'guardian material'. Eventually I got so mad I actually did something right! He congratulated me by punching me in the side- not at full force -and telling me how I should never let my guard down. He walked forward quickly as I struck out my fist, knocking me off balance. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, because if I was going down this many times today, he was at least going down once.

Success! We both fell down to the mat in a very inappropriate position. I could feel uh.. parts I did not want to feel pressing on mine. Students nearby wolf whistled, making my cheeks burn a bright red. Dimitri also turned a lighter pinkish color, scurrying off of me and back to his feet.

"I think we're done for the day.", he said as he avoided looking at me. He rushed out before the students saw what I had. If you could make a wild guess about what embarrassed Dimitri, what would it be?

Let's just say the correct answer would be an obscenity in the lower half of his body therefore alerting everyone in the room I was his type. I stood from the floor, letting down my hair as I walked out of the gym. A strange smell drifted towards me, almost like smoke.

In fact, it was smoke. Smoke coming from a cigarette. A clove cigarette. Held by... you guessed it; Adrian.

"So I hear you were straddling Belikov.", He said in a slightly annoyed voice. "Want to elaborate on that?"