Authors note:
Hello all. So I got a total of 3 reviews for the prologue. Thank you for your nice words: cuteorama, and Ari222. So because of you guys, here's is the first chapter. It hasn't got much action more like revealing of small secrets and such. Next chapter will be at the Ski lodge and defiantly more exciting than this chapter. Please give me some motivation and review this chapter and maybe read my other story :D Oh and by the way, I cant remember what the Ski lodge was like in Frostbite VA so I made it up. I also can't remember where it is, so if anyone could help that would be great.
Rating:
This chapter is rated T Because it contains very minor inappriprote laungue (ie, Swear words)
Disclaimer:
The author Richelle Mead owns the Vampire Academy universe. Role Reversal is a Vampire Academy Fan Fiction story and it is not intended to infringe on any copyrights held by Richelle Mead or Razor Bill Company. Richelle Mead is the creator of the Vampire Academy characters, however this story is my original work. Copyright 2011 by Sk8terGirl Xx. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without my express written authorization.
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Role Reversal
Chapter 2:
The next day I was downstairs in the hallway leading to the door, with ONE suitcase and a carry on bag. Dressed in grey sweats and a white tank top. Waiting Abe and Janine's arrival and Abe's glare which I was sure to to show mum and dad that I was really going to try and make an effort to change, I put a fake smile on my face as I saw my fathers figure through the frosted glass of the front door. He placed the key in the lock and turned opening the door, to reveal me.
To say he was shocked would be undoubtedly an understatement. Hell, to say he was shell shocked would be the wrong word. Looking like he might faint as he stared firstly at my sensible footwear (converse) and figuring I wasn't wearing high heels was a shock; he then moved to my sweats and plain top with pride on his face. Then he glanced at my face and done a double take. No make up in sight. No glittery ear rings and no vodka. Yeah, he was surprised to say the least.
He breathed in sharply and his eyes glazed over,
"Your taking this seriously?" He asked weakly. I nodded as he folded me into a tight hug. I could make even the toughest of moroi soften up,"I'm proud of you, Kiz"
Okay, what the hell? He said he was... proud. Oh my gosh. That was a shocker.
"Urm... Uh T-thanks?" My gratitude came out more like an unsure question then a show of thanks. Chuckling, my farther gave me one final squeeze before letting me go. I smiled briefly at him before glancing at my mother. Her face was hard and stonic and she did not look happy to be here. Guardian, she looks like a damn friggin guardian. She isn't though. No, she's my mother. My mother who hates my guts due to putting shame to our name; my mother who if she had a chance would eliminate our royal name from mine; my mother who wishes I was never born; my mother I wish wouldn't exist. But she is my mother which means I have to at least pretend to get along with her.
"Hello" I greet coldly with a tight forced smile. She returned my greeting as unpleasant as me. Tension was thick in the air as I tried to grasp at a topic to settle it. I came up empty so just stood there looking down at my sweats. Still amazed that I even put them on. I mean they were brought in some human sport store, in Italy. Were they expensive? Sorta. Did that bother me? No. Was I surprised I wasn't bothered that what I was wearing wasn't designer and/or cost more than a car? Hell Yeah.
"We better get going - eh?" Abe mused trying to stop the awkward silence. I just nodded as I picked up my suitcase and white carry-on bag, attempting to stall alittle longer than usual - just to avoid the static air around me. When I finally stood up and looked at my dad, he was telling his Guardians to carry my bags. Obviously mistaking my time lapse for them being to heavy. Therefore not being able to carry the damn bags. To be honest, I was struggling slightly because I did stuff alot of my belongings into it. What? That what us girls do; own lots of clothes and shoes. Max picked up my suitcase and Carter reached for my carry-on.
I pulled it away from him possessively, giving him a don't-you-think-about-it Glare. Rolling his eyes, as he gave me a slight dirty look and turned his back on me. I boiled with hatred for Carter and his horrid attitude towards me. God damn it. I could really slap him sometimes. Or most the time.
"Come on then Kiz. Let's go" He grinned at me as he walked out the door. Max and Carter followed, Leaving me and Mum. Alone. Janine leaned into me causing me to freeze in shock. Is she gonna hug me? Oh My gosh. I was about to ask her what she was doing but she beat me to it,
"I don't know what your playing at Rosemarie, but it's not gonna work. I didn't even want you as a child and I have put up with you. Now your buttering up your father. Don't. I'll warn you there will be consequences, so stop whatever plan your doing and go back to being the bloodwhore you are" She hissed into my ear. Frankly, she sounded like a bitchy snake.
"Thought you disapproved of my 'ways' because of our royal name" I put quotation marks with my fingers," Worried our family would lose the title" I sneered back just as nasty. She turned her nose up at me trying to stare me down. I say trying because let's face it, a 5'1 woman staring up at a 5'4 woman isn't that intimating. Holding back a snicker I stare at her with as much anger I could. She returned my icy stare with hers.
" The title can easily be taken away from YOU" She whispered menacingly with a scary stare. My hand flinched towards her and my body tensed. How dare she? I want to punch that pretty little smirk off her face. Instead, I done something equally as bad - or worse. I compelled her.
"Say your sorry" I said in a sickly sweet voice. I sounded innocent and happy. Her eyes glazed over almost automatically and I knew it had worked. Smiling at me she responded to my request.
"I'm so sorry Rose..."It sounded like she was alittle bit drunk but other than that, her apology satisfied me. I grinned at my poorly deceived mother; remembering that each time this conversation came up, it always ended the same. Her saying sorry, forgetting this ever happened and her bringing up the threat many more times. Abe was clueless to this of course. I hope he always will be, it's supposed to be that way. I returned from my mental blabber and realized that my mother was still in her trance, seeming like a little girl on Christmas with the smile on her face. I would laugh, but I couldn't afford to lose concentration. So I simply kept the fake smile on my lips and commanded her to forget this ever happened. Mumbling a incorrect reply and a nod from Janine, I finally looked away, breaking the spell of Compulsion.
Immediately her eyes stopped holding the glassy eyes look and went back to being hard and cold. Confusion clouded her face and she defiantly looked like she was contemplating whether she had finally lost it. In my opinion she had. With that thought I burst out laughing, into hysterics. Okay, maybe I was the crazy one. Wasn't my fault though. I couldn't help it. It was the price I payed for using comulsion that strongly. Janine seemed to get pissed at my giggling because she pegged me with a glare and opened her mouth. No doubt about to hammer me about my behavior and such (which included more threats) when Abe pocked his head back through the Doorway. He had a frown apon his face and vaguely wondered what he was frowning about.
"What's going on here, why are you ladies taking so long?" He asked with obvious suspicion in his tone. I gave him an innocent look with my puppy eyes. Seeming caught off guard he gulped, bingo.
"Oh nothing at all, Father. Me and Mother dearest were just having a civilized conversation about where we are going on holiday. I must say you've out done yourself this time" and he had. I had checked it up on google this morning and the resort was stunning. Expensive but very nice. Marble floors covered the balcony's and hallways, which I must admit must be alittle cold on the feet. Grand staircases and gold railing lead up to massively sized rooms. Each room had an enormous four poster king sized bed; Blackout curtains (Moroi hated sunlight. They woudn't burn but it gets uncomfortable. Trust me) ; Pure white leather sofa's and armchairs; 50' plasma screen TV with DVD'S and Sky +, which had every channel including movies and music; a huge kitchen and even a bathroom with twin shower and jacuzzi. Finally, there was a balcony with deck chairs - don't ask why anyone would want to go on a balcony when it's going to be SNOWING - and flowers which hugged the walls causing it to look like a spider web.
Abe didn't need to know I had searched it up, it was only a white lie to cover up my secret. He seemed to of bought it though because he grinned at me and the Bitch next to me and said,
"Good. Come on darlings otherwise were miss our flight" With that he turned around yet again, but this time My Mother was in tow. Disappearing through the threshold. Just before he did though, I checked his Aura. He bought the lie and looked oblivious to me and mums awful relationship. The Aura showed he was feeling happy (baby blue colour), proud (bright nearly neon orange) and content (grassy green). What are Aura's? Well it's like a mist around living people, conveying what they are feeling by colours. Dead people had no Aura. Strigoi had such a dark red Aura it looked black. Moroi, Dhampirs and humans have a white misty Aura. Most importantly, spirit users have a glowing gold Aura.
Why are Spirit users Aura's so important to me?
Because that is what I am - A spirit User...
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