A/N: my first review! yay! :3 now i know why authors ask for R&R.. i always found it... i dunno.

Skylar Day: thankyou for being my first reviewer! 3 it really meant alot to me, that people were reading this, since the Strange Angels community is so small ( it shouldnt' be, DX ) .

This is my view on Anna, before she met Christophe, Dru's mom, Dru. Because honestly, i don't think she was such a bitch throughout her whole life. :D

She wasn't always such a bitch. She always wasn't the attention whore, craving and relishing the attention of the pretty boys. All the jealousy, insecurity, and self-loathing that were what her heart was filled with was never really there.

Or was it really?

Oh please.

Before the nosferat came along, she was just a normal girl, with normal parents, with a normal life. You see, her parents never got the chance to tell her, wanting to let her live the normal life that svetocha never got to live, seeing how she showed no signs of the aspect at 15 years. So Anna was just a pretty-faced red-headed freshman in high school of many others, having her talents, a group of friends, and with decent grades. Normal.

Was she enjoying her life so far? Her life of an endless cycle of eat, talk, and studying?

The predictable answer would be no. That she wanted action from this normal life.

The real answer would be yes.

She liked the peace, simple life that she had. Because she was in control of it. She was secure in the decisions in her life. She made the choices, from friends to food. So when the nosferat came along, shattering her utopia of control that was her life, killing her parents and nearly her, insecurity bubbled up. Just as she was going to die, the Order showed up all in gallant fangs and claws much like the nosferat, killing them off, saving her. Sure. She felt gratitude, relief, but also disgust. "Fangs, claws, VAMPIRES? DJAM-WHAT-HIRES?"

Not to mention the changing hair and eye colour when they fought: she freaked out at the sight of that. When she was brought in, the sight of hoards of teenage boys with no girls in sight made her feel like it was all a dream. But when they introduced her as killers of the things that go bump in the night, her being a rare, stronger form, svetocha, that disgust only morphed into self-loathing. The fact that she had fangs and class just like them nearly drove her off the ride that was her life skidding off the tracks. Desperate for control once again, and getting rid of the reality of the monster that is she, she focused on her beauty, her looks. It was really the last thing she had under her control. Her pearly white skin, ginger hair and petite but curvy frame were inherited from her parents, made for a model-like figure. The boys in the Schola (if they even got the chance, only the council and guards posted around her got to see her) thought she was beautiful, so what was left to be desired by a control freak? Well, thought. They thought she was beautiful. Not all of them. She was treated like royalty, given an influence and voice in the council. It wasn't enough. She didn't want to be pretty, she need to be a goddess of beauty. Turning heads wasn't enough, only them bowing down to her in awe was more like it (her guard was already doing that...?). To have "influence" on the council? More like having them under her pretty nails was a must. So she went and changed everything. Including herself. Became the head of the council, a calculating devil. She played them like cards, slowly but surely changing everything to her liking. Trans-Atlantic flights to the best runways of the world, hair set ablaze, smokey eyes and flawless skin on every perfect angle that was her body. Perfect. Completely redefined.
And then he came along, to train her. He made her feel something that she hadn't felt in the longest time... But that was quickly replaced by jealousy, the final touch that created the person she is now, when the only other girl she seen in years, was brought in.