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Chapter 4

I looked up gawking at the gorgeous rock in front of me. He was shirtless that alone made me appreciate the view, "Hi…i…um" I had never been speechless but this was worth it. I felt like a dwarf he must be about six five, even taller then dad.

"Sorry about that, I'm Nicolo, a transfer from the Italian Academy. I haven't seen you before," his accent was more than enough to make any normal girl swoon; turns out it made me swoon too. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, I just came here from Russia today is my first day…" I tried to regain my composure, "I'm Angela," I refrained from telling my last name. Italian or not he would have heard of dad and I didn't wanna scare him away, "Are you running?" I was shocked not many dhampirs ran anymore but then again he wasn't American.

"Yes, actually, my new mentor suggested it. Though I have been running for years. Would you mind if I ran with you?" his request was sincere and though I've never done this before it seemed like a good idea to start making friends.

"Your new mentor is Dimitri Belikov?" I asked as I started jogging he didn't move I rolled my eyes and called to him, "Come on, slow poke" I can't believe I actually heard a laugh coming out past my normal serious lips.

"How did you know? Is he your mentor also?" he kept up and I could see he was forcing himself to slow down for me. That bothered me, so I sped up a little bit.

He seemed to like the fact that I was a challenge to understand when I ignored his question about my Dad. "Do you often run this much?" I could hear the exhaustion in his voice and realized we had run about 3 miles.

"Oh, I'm sorry usually I only run about five miles but today it seems I've done about nine. See, I yelled at Guardian Hathaway, my new mentor, and my father told me five mile run three hundred pushups and sit-ups," I said slowing down to a stop.

"Angela Roza Belikov, where have you been," the irritation was obvious in my father's voice

It was getting dark which meant it was almost time for my first classes and I had yet to do my other punishments.

"Nicolo, I see you have met my daughter. I'm shocked she hasn't beaten you up yet," he chuckled kindly.

I narrowed my eyes at my Dad and went for the perfect silent attack, or so I thought. It was a blur but somehow I had managed to hand on my back behind him, "Predictable Belikov!"

He nodded to Nicolo and they went on their way, but Nicolo looked back as if wanting to help me up. Getting up wasn't the hard part it; it was staying up. My legs felt like jelly and it was because of all the running I wasn't used to.

I wobbled my way to my room, which my father had told me of on the plane from Russia. I showered and changed into a pair of dark jeans and a tight fitting red tank top. I pulled my long chestnut hair into a high pony tail and did a little bit of my make up first came breakfast.

I walked into the mess hall, and immediately the whispers reached my ears. I began to observe my surroundings.

I saw the snobby Moroi, and the down-to-earth ones some sat with dhampirs. Others sat with more Moroi.

I sighed as I found an empty table. I wasn't as hungry as I thought I would be. I guess it's just the nerves.

So I sat down and observed some more. I was trying to avoid trouble, but of course it follows me. When I wasn't looking, Hathaway's son sat down at the table, then Nicolo sat down right next to me.

"Belikov! What the hell was that this morning running away like that?" his voice was harsh he was pissed but I knew if he wanted to fight he wouldn't win.

I was about to answer until I saw my dad walk in with none other than Guardian Hathaway herself. I stood up and began walking to them, "Good morning guardian Hathaway, guardian Belikov," I glared at them both and started walking away when he caught my arm.