Hello everyone! It's been a long time, years honestly. At the time I wrote this I was a naive high schooler with the love to write. Now, I'm an even more depressed and broke college student. Lol A lot is happened to my life since I left Fanfiction and I've been going through a lot of personal things recently. The only way I've ever been able to get through my troubles is to write. I have grown as a writer since we left off and I never got to finish this story which I always wanted to. So, I am going to use this story as my own process of healing and get me back into the roots of my writing. Thank you for reading, it means the world to me that you have read through this and are eager to read more.

There are a couple things I wish to point out about the plot before you read. I have read the full Vampire Academy series. I have not read the Bloodline series in completion. I will try to incorporate as much as the Bloodline series that is important, for example Eddie and Adrian's bond. Now my biggest twist with the plot is that Queen Tasha's killer is never found. That means that Natasha is still active in our story and this will all become clear why as the plot moves further. Now you may ask, well what happened to Rose? For now, all I will tell you is that she was acquitted of the crime for lack of evidence. But through the investigation and to support Lissa within the Court, Jillian is still found. That is all I will say about that and more will be revealed in the story. Now for those who are diehard Rose and Dimitri fans please do not come out for my blood, it's going to be okay, I promise!

I do not own the Vampire Academy or Rachel Meads Characters.

Everyone's life takes their own path. Some believe their path has already been made and others put one paving down as we go. In the end, we take life differently, our identities help us choose which path to lead, but it is only our choice. In my world it feels like a path has already been chosen for me, but I wish to make my own path.

My life will consist of one day helping my people, both Dhampir and Moroi races. You see the Moroi, love to always be one step ahead including against their peers, the Dhampirs. They are those that love a premade path of safety and traditions. Dhampirs only received half of the gene pool but unlike the Moroi, a Dhampir's life is unstable, constantly on the move, unpredictable. Their lives require to put one paving stone down after the next, because their willingness to preserve and protect our people. They guard you from all opposing forces especially against our ancient enemy, the Strigoi. Yet, also from the enemies within our walls

So, where does that leave me you ask? I'm stuck in the middle, for I am told I must take one path but at the same time I crave the unpredictability of a destiny of my own. My name is Scarlett Hathaway, I am the daughter of Queen Vasalisa Dragomir and Lord Christian Ozera. My destiny is undecided.

….

"Please tell me your ready to go!" a voice yelled outside my door.

The obnoxious banging pierced the thin dorm walls. My body unconsciously flipped over in the hopes that the loud noise was only imagination but as the noise increasingly became louder. I became more aware of my surroundings. There was a reason I hated mornings; it was a different concept to wake up in the middle of the night. As Moroi cannot stand sunlight, our daily life takes place during the night. It's a weird concept, I know, my favorite part is when our day is ending the sun is rising. Humans are used to a sunset, but I always think a sunrise gives more hope to a better day. Who really does like waking up in the morning, anyways? As I squinted my eyes open it was another reminder of another day that I had to face.

Now, my bed just became extremely comfy, making the will to leave it that much harder. I scanned my littered room with clothes everywhere and haphazard daily living objects skewed. Till my groggy site feel upon my alarm clock.

Monday 8:10pm

Classes begin at 8:20…

"Shit!" The sheets flew off my body landing in a heap on the floor. I grabbed the closest pair of black skinny jeans I could find, deeming them wearable.

"Scar!" the voice shook the door more than the knocking. Running to unlock the door quickly because nothing was going to get done with Lily about to bust down her door like the secret police. I answered it only to quickly run into the bathroom which was adjacent to the front door.

"For Saint Vladimir, Scarlet, can you at least wake up on time?" She grumbled, my figure already out of site once more, as I try to find a thrumpy blouse, which would only be hidden by a Saint Vladimir's jacket anyways.

"Quik, grib'm ba fro'm chir." My sentence came out jumbled as I still had my toothbrush in my mouth. This wasn't Lilly's first rodeo and scrambled my chaotic message by rolling her eyes and picking up my bag, as I sprinted back into the bathroom to finish with my teeth.

"The day Scarlet Hathaway wakes up on time, is the day I'm no longer need," Lily smirked against the doorway. Lilian Ivashkov was bewitching for a dhampir. Her father, who also was my godfather, a stunning Moroi and former Lord before stepping down from his title. Her mother a human and ex-alchemist. Her blonde hair neatly placed in a long ponytail. Her skin was fairer than most Dhampirs', in fact, those that didn't know her status always mistook her for a Moroi. Lily was a year below me but was wiser beyond our years. She was tailored, charming, and incredibly intelligent. There was nothing she couldn't do, and she preferred it that way. She was my exact opposite and my deepest friend.

"Don't be so negative. I need you too…sometimes." I said, laughing.

Lily's emerald eyes rolled back in annoyance but smiled anyways. She found my teasing amusing. She opened her own satchel to revel a chocolate muffin, one she must've plucked from the dining hall. Regardless, breakfast was served!I loved food more than any passion I could possess. I could stuff myself full and still eat.

"You're truly a blessing," I plucked the chocolate pastry out of her grip, quickly stuffing into my mouth whole. Very 'lady-like' mind you.

"That didn't last long," Lily mumbled, heading for the front door.

"Never does," as I finished my last chew and quickly followed behind her. Class started in five minutes.

Stan Alto was Saint Vladimir's current ancient artifact, meaning he refused to retire and would rather keel over his wooden desk, dead, than retired on a nice beach. It would save us all, honestly. The man hated me from the start and I mutually returned his hate. Lily and I ran into class as the last bell for tarty rang. I blew a sigh of relief; mom would've killed me again for another tarty. The last ten were not my fault, but again, Stan Alto was a glutton for punishment. I think he found enjoyment in sending me to Kirova's office, who equally hated my existence. Stan entered the room, the old fart plopped into his seat, per usual, and began calling role.

As Lilly and I passed the rows to our seats, we got the usual stares. It was a normality at this point, I was used to the pointing, the whispers. It usually was about my charming personality, but on occasion someone would try to pick a fight but thankfully because we arrived late no one dared to interrupt Alto. The only two people who could stand my existence regularly were Lily and-

"You made it," a sharp whisper could be heard to my right. It belonged to my brother, Andre Ozera.

"Have a little faith would yah," I teased, tagging him in the bicep lightly, but the wimp still winced.

Andre Dragomir-Ozera was pure Moroi as the gene pool could give. The first biological born heir to our mother's line and politics was his second gift after spirit. They say Moroi don't sparkle but I swear by Vladimir that Andre did; his skin so smooth, white as a pearl glimmering under an ocean's light. His cheekbones defined, a cut jawline that could slice paper while his long blonde hair pulling back into a neat man bun. Her was perfection just like mom and always wore black as dad once did. He was everything a son of the Queen should be, groomed into the political and social spotlight. Too bad he was my brother, sadly immune to his heavy good looks and ballooned ego. I knew Mr. Popular still wetted the bed till her was ten.

"Scarlet Hathaway," called Alto, I could see his slimy hand about to mark me absent.

"Present!" I called out loud enough, so even Alto couldn't blame it on bad hearing. He already pulled that card.

"If Lily weren't here to rescue you, I highly doubt you would be here Scar," Andre thought he was amusing this morning.

"Well, I would have gotten better sleep if I wasn't kept awake by cheap amateur porn." Andre eyes widen with shock. "Yeah, I saw that," I whispered, as Alto begun his lesson.

"Not again," he dug his nails into his scalp with frustration, you would think out of embarrassment but not, Andre was not embarrassed. He was angry at the bond for the lack of privacy. "Bev Carr really? Of all the whores in this place and you had to go suck face with the one bitch that hates my guts."

"F.Y. I Scar, everyone hates your guts." See, I'm not the only one that acknowledges everyone's known hatred.

"That's beside the point!"

"Lord Dragomir! Lady Hathaway! Would you like to enlighten us on your conversation?" Stan tapped his figure impatiently on his desk, suddenly thirty pairs of eyes turned to meet us...

"Yes, actu-"

"No, Professor Alto." Golden boy cut me off, "Scarlet was just informing me about something that I missed in the last lesson." Stan arched his brow accepting the beloved '"prince's" smooth lie. Andre didn't need compulsion to have his way, he's calm, cool, and collective when under pressure a trait I may never attain. No Moroi title could give me the instant grace of a Moroi.

"My point is," my voice back to a whispering level, "you used magic last night and that's why I was sucked into porn hub." Lily snickered at that one. "So, did you 'fire-girl', I got sucked into your little temper tantrum at the gym. No wonder I had a buzz to get rid of."

"Do not blame me for your man-whore-ism. You know mom told him not to let me train again, I have every right to be mad."

"You acted like a five-year-old that wasn't tall enough for an amusement ride," he scoffed, how he was still taking notes was beyond me.

"At least my actions were justified. You used your powers for sex because you weren't quick enough in the shower, you couldn't let your hard on die in the shower, could you?"

"Enough, both of you." Lily hissed, she did this a lot, as our middleman she was always the referee, poor girl. "This is the magic talking, it's not easy having a bond especially when both sides can use magic. Like my Dad says, keep cold heads, say you're sorry, and move on."

She was right, well, Lily was always right.

Ironically, Andre and I were bonded like our parents before us, Lissa Dragomir and my … biological mother, Rose Hathaway. If I'll be honest, I've never known my biological mother, no stories…not even a picture. My Mom and Dad only shared little, I've never really pried for more because every time Mom did speak of her, the pain her eyes, the loss. I only gained little, that my mother and Rose were best friends at Saint Vladimir's, and she was my mother's protector, she was like a sister and her guardian. They shared a bond but later severed it.

When I was young, I remember feeling how lucky I was that I didn't suffer the same fate as Mom and Rose.

Life is cruel and ironic, you see.

It was my fault that Andre and I share this bond. I, being the reckless one from the beginning, taking Andre out to a dangerous cliff while our family was on holiday. We skied till civilization was will behind us and the only time we could escaped our guardians were at night…

"Are you sure about this Scar?" A shivering cold Andre asked, looking down the cliff below, a look of petrifying fear laced his electric blue eyes. His usually pale cheeks were rosy red as the scarf the bellowed around his neck tried to keep his face warm.

It was a gigantic slope that Scarlet wished to defeat. The mountain was a beast as the steep mountain alone could ride them all the way back to their lodge. Behind them was the drop-off cliff that Andre stood feet from the edge. It was a steeper route down the mountain. Down below, the fog covered the rest of the side of the mountain which left the drop-off feeling ominous and bottomless. A few larger rocks could be seen from below, but the foggy clouds now left the rest a mystery.

However, Scarlet was not concerned with the mysterious cliff behind her but the advanced slop in front of her. She saw some older teenagers glide down the slope earlier in the day, it seemed easy and straight-forward enough. It took them an hour to march to the top, no ski-lift could take them here and the mountain was not lit like the rest of the resort. Scarlet could hear Andre's teeth chattering as the wind picked up again. The cold nipped at their bodies through their winter clothes. Yet, Scarlet was not leaving without defeating the treacherous course.

"Of course," she yelled at him through the wind. "One ride and we'll be done. I saw some big kids doing it earlier and they were perfectly fine." Andre nodded in understanding, although, his sight never left the bottom of the cliff that dropped in the opposite direction of where they were heading.

"Com'on Andre, we're going this way," Scarlet tightening her ski's, double checking her new boots were in place.

Her mother had taken Scarlet window shopping that morning and fell in love with her leather-made boots. They caught Scarlet's attention from the beautiful brilliant red color. Andre finally looked away from the cliff, the wind was making a strange hollow whistling noise. He decided to ignore it and bend down to tighten his straps as well. The top of the mountain was slippery from a sleet storm a day before and with the other kids being here all day the snow was packed down and dangerously slippery.

Nervously, Andre swallowing his fears finally moving away from the cliff, towards Scarlet. It only took one step...one second… Suddenly, the ground shook at the packed snow began cracking under Andre's weight. Andre's green eyes became giant saucers in panic.

"Scarlet" he cried.

"Scarlet!" The cliff whined at Andre's added weight pushing the snow down unevenly towards the opposite direction of the cliff. Her brother cries quickly made her spin around as she witnessed Andre's sliding was starting to pick up speed away from her.

She tried to move quickly towards him, but the skis were heavy for Scarlet, which made her movement slower than usual. What she didn't know was her own movements were causing more chucks of snow to fall slide down as well.

She lunged to meet but finally got to his side. "Andre quick, take my hand!" He did so, their gloved hands barely holding together. The snow had how taken them both in and Scarlet a lot of her strength just trying to reach her brother. The snow began to drift towards the cliff and before the siblings could process how to get out of this mess, a larger chuck of snow chipped off is front of them. The tremendous force pushed them off the edge with this sight blackened by the heavy snow and was tossed over the cliff into the mysterious fog…

We should have died that night. We did die that night.

I remembered nothing after the fall, only Mom's worried face when I woke up two days later in the hospital. Her arms rapped around our deathly cold bodies. We were only ten at the time dehydrated, frozen, and wet from the river below that cushioned are fall slightly. I left that resort with a bond and scared shitless. Not exactly how a winter holiday should go. It wasn't till a year later that mom was afraid to predict how we survived. Our bond healed us and protected us from death. Just like our parents.

I just had to be bonded to a sex addict.

While he was bonded to a hot-headed but wickedly witty specimen, that is you're truly. That puts us about even.

Our bond was different, however, though instead of only Andre holding Spirit I could also wield slight magic. For now, it was only flickers of fire which fit for my temper. The bond only got weirder; unlike a one-sided bond, we could see into each other's minds, but only seemed to kick in when we used excessive magic. It still allowed us to communicate with one another telepathically and we could each sense whenever another was near.

Now, you must be thinking, a Dhampir that has magi! It's not that much and my family has kept it our secret. I was already having a hard time in society, no need to give the Court another reason to chew at my families heals.

My magic only appeared when I had the mentality of an angry toddler. So, on a normal day I'm just a temperamental teenager with a death wish, were my title was literally adopted and stuck with a cursed bond to Mr. Pain-in-the-Ass.

So, just normal high school in a supernatural society.

The bell rung leaving Andre to split with his Moroi posse while Lily and I hit the changing rooms for Guard Theory a.k.a How to be a Guardian 101.

Now, I wasn't supposed to have this class. My mother wanted me to join Andre for Moroi Political Theory, but Head Guardian Alberta suggested 'study hall' instead. This my mother accepted. However, what my mother didn't know is I begged on my hands and knees in front of Guardian Alberta and Uncle Eddie to switch my schedule without my mother's knowledge. I know I was asking a lot to go behind their Queen's back, but I make a very convincing plea, and when I mean plea…I just annoyed the shit out of them till they said yes.

Lilly and I entered the double doors to the gymnasium for the locker rooms and this is where my path took a detour.