I have only one thing to say… writers block sucks. And so does spraining your wrist. And taking the SAT. And having to write a 100 page mini novel for school (which you should be doing right now). Or having your favorite show on hold. Or your TiVo being erased so your dad could save his episodes of Boardwalk Empire. That all and more has happened to me from the last time I updated. I'm a mess. But thank you to all the loyal viewers who favorite, alert, and review this story. I'm sorry for the delay.

PS: I know I haven't had disclaimers in my other chapters but just to make things clear, I DO NOT own Vampire Academy or any of the original characters… yet. SURPRISE!

PSS: A lot of people asked for info on the back story or flashbacks so that's what I'm doing for the next 4 chapters! Peace, love, review!

~LEMON! Will be marked for those that don't heed warnings to keep pure your virgin eyes.~

~Last summer~

RPOV

"AHHHHH!" I yelled as Lissa pulled away yet another waxing strip, leaving a fiery red path in its spot.

"Stop complaining you big baby!" Lissa mocked.

"Then you try it! It's more painful than it looks!" I glared at her with all the fire of hell, "Bitch." I mumbled under my breath.

"I heard that!" Lissa sang as she grabbed the curling iron off the dresser with an evil look in her eye.

"So… this Dimitri guy. Do you think it could work? I mean after—"

"Stop. And yes. I think it can work. He sounds really nice to be in this kind of business. And that says a lot when it's coming from my father."

"Yeah. I guess. So… what does he look like? Is he hot? How old is he? Is he hot? Does he have a brother? Does he have a friend?" It went on and like this for 45 minutes as Liss launched the Spanish Inquisition.

To answer her questions, I pulled a torn piece of paper from my pocket and sighed.

"Whatcha looking at?" Mia asked from across the room.

"A picture of Dimitri." I answered in a dreamy voice.

"Hand it over."

"No.

"Yes."

" No"

"YES!"

I reluctantly handed over the picture to Lissa and Mia. I saw their eyes widen at the sight of the god in front of them. Long brown hair, tan, muscular, sexy, chocolate brown eyes, sexy. Did I mention sexy?

"So you asked your dad to bring them to the party?" Lissa wondered.

"Yes! Wouldn't you?" My father, Russian Mob Boss extraordinaire, has a party every single year to celebrate the business he made. All of his clients came and were ordered to come alone, unless instructed otherwise. Lissa's dad was a must, along with Mia's. The Ozera's were the next on the list, then the Conta's, Dashkov's, and Lazar's. Then, finally, the Belikov's. Those and many more only scratched the surface of clients my father gathered over the years. I practically had to beg my dad to let Mrs. Belikov bring a plus one.

The afternoon went by with screaming, yelling, laughing, and lots more torture. But the end product was amazing. Lissa was in a flowing white dress that made her look like an angel, but with her silky platinum blonde hair pulled back revealed deep crimson ruby earrings, from none other than Christian Ozera, Lissa's boyfriend. She also wore these to-die-for 6 inch red heels and red lipstick to match.

Mia, on the other hand, wore a tight and short purple dress that showed off her body and made her look amazing. Her hair was curled to perfection and she had black heels, clear lip gloss, and black jewelry to match.

Finally I wore a tight red dress with a sweetheart neckline that made my boobs look amazing, with smoky eyes and clear lip gloss, and a single gold necklace fastened around my neck, with an H for Hathaway so everyone knew who I was, we were done. (A/N: See all outfits on profile)

We looked hot. All of us. We all looked older than we were, not like that's a bad thing. The three of us were knockouts and would have every guys attention; the lives of the party.

10 minutes later…

We walked down arm in arm, strutting past the guards with a single, pitiful glance. We owned this place. My dad may have paid, but we were in charge.

Then I saw him, even better than the picture. I looked deep into his chocolate brown eyes and was lost. Wow.

"OH. MY. GOD!" Lissa and Mia whisper-yelled into my ears from each side. I plastered on a confident, sexy, teasing smile and whispered back, both of them eager to hear what I had to say.

"Sex-on-legs." I whispered. Then the 3 of us giggled like maniacs and headed for the bar.

"3 champagnes please." I whispered sexily into the bartender's ear. The poor man never even saw it coming.

"Bu- but, yo-yo-you can't cut the line, miss." I looked at Lissa and Mia and outright laughed.

"Yes I can." I said sweetly, playing with my necklace. His eyes followed to where my hands were and I saw him visibly pale.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Ms. Mazur! Right away!" He said and ran off.

"Don't make them sweat like that Rose! It's mean." Lissa preached.

"That's why it's funny Liss!" Mia said and then high-fived me.

'Sorry I'm late! Sorry! It's just that I had to change in the car because of my parents, but I'm here!" I heard Sydney say from behind.

I turned towards her and smiled. It's fine. Parents are a bitch to deal with." I responded knowingly, just as the bartender came with our drinks. Sydney looked at me expectantly and I waved the bartender down just as he was about to leave. I made a one with my finger and he nodded vigorously, practically running away.

Just as I turned I caught the eyes of a sexy Russian. Grabbing my drink, I started towards him.

"Rose!" Lissa whisper yelled. "Be careful."

I nodded and smiled as I thought back. Mason. Pain ripped through my heart as I thought about him. He was one of my dad's partner's sons. He was like a brother to me but I knew I was more than a friend to him. He loved me. When I finally gave him a chance I fell in love. About a month later I lost my virginity to him and couldn't be happier. But then, not 3 weeks later he was killed in a hit and run.

I didn't talk to my dad for months after that. It was his fault I could never get him back. My friends didn't want to see me in that type of pain again… and I didn't want to go through it again. I had to be careful with Dimitri.

Shaken out of my reverie, I was met by a pair of concerned brown eyes.

"Are you alright?" I heard him ask in an incredible accent. "I saw you walking and then kind of, well, freeze. I didn't know what happened."

"I'm fine. Just thinking."

"Oh." Dimitri said sheepishly. "I'm Dimitri."

"I know." I said, smiling, "I'm Rose."

And then it began.

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