I would like to tell you guys a little about this story. I have decided to change a few things in this story. There was an attack on St. Vladimier and it was horrible, but Dimitri was never changed in my story and therefor Rose never leaves. All the main players are still here. Rose, Christian, Lissa, Dimitr, Adrian ect. i am not adding in Sam, who is supposed to become a human guardian. This story is about how she ends up at St. Vlads and how she deals with being around vampires. I really hope you guys enjoy it and i will update these chapters as soon as i can. I try not to go more than a week between updates. So here it is chapter one.

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Chapter 1-

I sighed as I walked down the street. Summer was going to be over in a few weeks and I dreaded going back to school. I was the fat kid that just didn't fit in. I had medium length brown curly hair and big brown eyes. I was I guess somewhat tall for a girl standing at 5'7. Most of the girls in my class were no more than 5'3 or so. I was quiet and stayed to myself for the most part. I was teased relentlessly and hated every minute of my life.

Over the summer I had started taking some martial arts classes and lost some weight, but it wouldn't matter in the end. I loved my class though. It was the one thing that I actually looked forward to every week. My trainer was an awesome woman named Tasha. She wasn't the type of person you would think would be teaching martial arts. She was tall and very slender. She had long black hair and icy blue eyes. She had a scar across her left cheek that I always wondered about, but I never asked. Even with it, she was beautiful. She inspired me every week to push myself as hard as I could. That's how I ended up working out on my own too. She was quite impressed with me and I was learning a lot very quickly. A few weeks ago she even started to teach me some kick boxing in addition to my martial arts. I had to smile thinking about the kids at school and what they would say when they had their asses handed to them by ME. It would be priceless. So needless to say, I was always happy when I went to train.

I got to the gym a little early and decided to go ahead and start my warm-ups. After stretching I went out to the track and started running. I still sucked at it, but I actually was starting to enjoy it a little and even pushed myself to run a little farther each week. I went from not being able to even finish a lap to running a mile and half with little issues. Today I was hoping to push myself to two miles before I keeled over and died.

I was just getting to the mile point when Tasha joined me with someone I had never seen before. "Nice form, Sam. You are doing so much better," Tasha said. I didn't want to waste my breath so I just grinned and nodded at her. She and her friend or whatever he was to her ran with me. I was starting to slow down coming up to the two mile mark. My lounges felt like they were going to burst open at any moment and I was looking forward to getting onto better things, like kicking and punching. I really liked that part. "Let's go another lap," said the guy I had never seen before. "Do you think you can make it?" HELL NO! I thought, but I dint want to look week, so I picked up the pace and kept going. I saw Tasha grin with pride and she too picked up the pace. After being talked into two more laps I nearly collapsed when they decided I had run enough. "You added a whole mile today, Sam. I am so impressed with you." I just looked at her feeling like I was going to die. I was walking a final lap. Apparently is wasn't good for me to just stop running and die even though that is exactly what I wanted to do. After I had taken my lap Tasha asked me into her office.

"I wanted to introduce a friend of mine," she said. I looked over at the guy that looked like he was some kind of drill sergeant or something. "Sam, this is Stan Alto." I smiled at him and took his outreached hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Alto," I said. Hey any friend of Tasha's was okay in my book. Stan smiled at me. "Please call me Stan," he said smiling. I just looked at him and nodded. Since when do old people allow you to call them by their first names? Whatever, I thought to myself.

"I was wondering if you would mind if I trained with you over the next few weeks," he said. I was a little confused because I only trained once a week. "I would like you to start coming in every day of the week for the next two weeks. I have told Stan here, that you are one of my most promising students and while he is in town he wanted to see what you could give him," Tasha said smiling. I was a little hesitant on it because I was paying for the lessons from my allowance and I wasn't sure if I could afford it. "I would really like too, but I'm just not sure I can. I mean I am paying for this out of my allowance and I can't afford any more." Tasha smiled. "Oh Sam, No, you wouldn't be paying anything more. This is all free. Stan just really wanted to see why I keep bragging about you." I was so excited I could barely contain it. "Are you kidding, I will pitch a tent and train day and night, if you really wanted me too,," I said. "Well, that's not all," Tasha said with a grin. "I also want you to train more hours. I have a slip here for your parents to sign to okay it. I took the slip and shoved it into my bag. "They won't mind," I said smiling. Tasha and Stan grinned. I think they thought my enthusiasm was funny, but if they knew what I would be going through when school started, they would get why I wanted this so bad.

Over the next two weeks I trained harder than I thought possible. I ran harder than I thought I could and I was in more pain than I thought I could be in, but I was happier than I had been in a long time. I could feel my body getting stronger every day. I had lost nearly ten pounds in the two weeks and I was feeling really good about myself for the first time in ages. I was nowhere near where I wanted to be. I was still about eighty pounds away from my goal weight and ninety from awesome, but I hoped that if I kept up with my training that it would come off. I know I had a long way to go, but I don't know, maybe one day I would get there.

On my last day of training with Stan I was actually a little sad for it to end. Don't get me wrong, I love Tasha, but it was the training every day that I would miss. I had already decided to train on my own to keep it up; but still, I enjoyed it so much. Tasha came out of her office and gave me a big hug. "You are doing so well, Sam. I am truly happy to have you as a student. I am sure going to miss you." Okay, now I was confused.

"What are you talking about? I 'm not going anywhere, oh my God, are you leaving? Tasha you can't leave. Who would I get to train me that's as awesome as you have been? I don't trust anyone like I trust you," I said a little hysterically. "I'm not going anywhere, Sam. I do hope you are though."

"What?" okay now I was really confused. What was going on? Tasha led me into her office where Stan as already waiting for me.

"Sam, I have a confession for you. I am really a recruiter for St. Vladimir's academy in Montana," he told me with a grin. "We are a school that specializes in martial arts and various other physical training classes. We also cover the basics of normal school, math, science and such. I have been here for the past two weeks to determine if you are a good candidate for our school, and I have to say, you are the most promising young person I have had the pleasure to train with." I didn't know what to say. I didn't think there was any way my parents would let me go to a different school and on top of it I had never even heard of St. Vladimir's. "I don't know what to say," I said a little shocked that they would want me out of God knows how many kids that were way more fit and way more qualified. "Normally we only accept new students at the freshmen level, but because I think you would a great addition to our school, I pulled some strings and got you a slot, if you would like it that is." He and Tasha both looked at me grinning. "I think it would be a great thing for you Sam," Tasha said. "Wow, I mean, I don't know if my parents would allow it or even be able to afford it. And where is this school anyways? I have never heard of it." My mind was going a million miles a minute. It would be a new start for me, something I have prayed for since I started school. Of course what if I get there and no one likes me and it's just the same there as it is here. It would be really risky.

"You are being granted a full ride scholarship and your transportation to and from the school on breaks would be covered. We have also allotted you with an allowance each month if you choose to accept our offer. I will speak with your parents if you would like to accept." Oh my God, is this really happening? I looked between the two smiling faces a smile slowly spread across my face. I had to take this offer; it was the only way for me to reinvent myself. "Is this a real offer?" I asked.

"Yes, it is and we really hope that you will agree."

I jumped out of my seat nearly screaming with excitement. "Of course I accept! How could I not? This is the best thing that has happened to me in my entire life. I can't believe this. This is everything I have ever hoped for. I can't even begin to thank you. I just…" Reality of the situation hit me and I sat back down in my seat and sighed. "What's wrong, Sam?" Tasha asked.

"There is no way my parents are going to let me go away to school."

"Don't worry about your parents Sam. I will get them to allow you to go," Stan said with the utmost confidence. "Besides, Montana isn't exactly scary or dangerous. The school is about three hours from Missoula, which happens to be the only place that's around us. So you will be far away from any trouble that could come your way."

"You don't know my parents. They are really, um, protective. You have no idea what it took for them to let me do this. They were afraid that I would get hurt or something," I said rolling my eyes.

"Like I said before, don't worry about your parents. I will take care of everything."

"Yeah Good luck with that," I said sarcastically. I just knew my parents were never going to let me go and I was going to be stuck in Minneapolis until I died. And that would just suck!