Disclaimer: I don't own the Bloodlines series. The amazing Richelle Mead does. I only own my own characters and the plot.

Author's Note: Hi guys! I'm back with a new story! I've been planning something like this for a while but I couldn't figure out how to do it until now. I really hope you enjoy and please remember to review!

Chapter 1: Just Another Hellish Day, Or Is It?

Nicolaclair's POV

I woke up on Monday morning and sighed. I could already hear my niece, Leonie, coming to wake us up.

"Liam!" Leonie shouted in her high, annoying voice, "Get up!"

"Go away, Leonie!" Liam, my twelve year old idiot of a nephew, screamed at her. She laughed in that annoying way of hers and came running happily into my room.

"Clair, get up!" She told me. Clair is what she calls me for short instead of Nicolaclair.

"Ok," I sighed wearily, "I'll be down in a minute."

"No," She told me, "Come down right now!"

"Fine," I replied. It was better to humour her so that she wouldn't start crying or worse tell my sister that I wouldn't get up. Leonie was only three years old but she was really advanced for her age. Well, her speech was advanced, anyway.

I got out of my soft, comfortable bed and after making it neatly, followed her down the stairs. When I opened the door to the living room, my sister, Stephanie, greeted me in her usual cheerful way.

"Morning, Clair." She said as she came out of the kitchen.

"Morning," I replied brightly.

"Is Liam up, yet?" Andy, Stephanie's boyfriend, asked. I had to grit my teeth. I hated Andy, but I knew very well that if I showed it, I would be in huge trouble.

"No," I told him, "Not yet."

"Usual with you lot," Andy muttered irritably, "The lot of you are just lazy stupid, no-good kids."

I bit my lip to stop myself from telling him that he was nothing but a selfish pig. Why was he always such a bully to us? Why didn't my sister do something to stop him?

I tried to calm down and nothing more was said and when Liam finally came down, we had breakfast. After breakfast, which was toast and tea with biscuits, I got showered and dressed. I put on my black leggings and my orange t-shirt and hoodie. I also put on my new perfume, DKNY. When I was dressed, I put in my new black earrings and took out my little black mobile phone to call my Dad.

Well ok, I say my Dad but he couldn't really be my Dad because I'm a Moroi. Yep, that's right, I'm a vampire. Don't worry though, I don't sleep in a coffin or kill people but I do need blood to survive. I also use elemental magic. I'm a water user and I'm a pretty strong one. I get my blood from the only person who knows about my true nature, a really nice lady who actually lives next door to me. Her name is Liz, and she's been a feeder for most of her life. Despite this, she's not crazy or anything, she just likes the high that she can get from a Moroi bite. Anyway, my dad was not my father biologically but he had been the closest thing I'd had to a dad my whole life. I had been adopted as a child from my single Moroi mother and had lived with my human family as long as I could remember. I have no idea how they didn't find out about me but I knew that the only one of them who had known my secret was my mum, Elizabeth Pots who had been the person I'd trusted most in the entire world. Sadly, she died three and a half years ago so now, I was alone and I couldn't talk to anyone about my secret. Well, except for Liz, of course but that was different.

So anyway as I was saying, I dialed my dad's number and waited impatiently for him to answer.

"Hello?" Dad answered warmly.

"Hi, Dad!" I said, "When are you going to pick me up?"

"Well, are you ready now?" Dad asked me. I smiled slightly. At least I had somewhere to go to escape this hellish house.

"Yep," I responded, "That's why I'm calling you."

"Ok, honey." He said. "I'll phone a taxi and be right out to get you."

"Good," I sighed, "See you soon."

I hung up and went downstairs to wait for him.

As I was waiting, my phone rang again. I answered and wasn't expecting the conversation that followed.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi, is this Nicolaclair Connelly?" A female voice asked politely. She had an American accent and I didn't know her voice at all.

"Yes," I replied warily, "Who is this? How did you get my number?"

"My name is Lissa Dragomir," She explained kindly. "I'm the Moroi queen and I got your number because I was looking for you. I found your number in the record of a Scottish feeder named Liz Anderson."

Ok, I thought why on Earth would the Queen of the Moroi want to talk to me? I didn't even know the Moroi had a queen until Liz explained some stuff about the royals and the Moroi court.

"Why the hell are you looking for me?" I asked. It came out pretty harshly but seriously, I was freaking out.

"Because," Lissa said, "I think you might be my sister."

Author's Note: So, what did you think? Did you like my character? Did you think she's believable? Please let me know. hunterofartemis126