Rose's err…..Echo…wait….Rachel…err…well you get the idea POV

"Thank you very much, Miss Kirova. I owe you my life." I said to Kirova. I touched her face, remembering her wrinkles on top of her head. That is how I remembered her, but I would never tell her that, even though I would never see her again.

Miss Kirova brushed away the thank you. "My pleasure. Be sure to look after yourself."

"Trust me, Miss Kirova," I said when I felt her tension. "I have been doing this for quite some time. Relax, more than half my life was dedicated to the Strigoi. I will not be any trouble."

"Of course."

"Goodbye." I said and waved.

I held my walking stick to the ground and traced my way to the steps. Three steps, and too the door. I heard the car drive away, so I knocked on the door.

Being blind, I didn't have the advances of a Strigoi. The only reason I wasn't turned was because I would be no use. I never took sides, so I was welcome on both halves, but I never told my last Strigoi family, Erich, Vanessa and their baby Cordillia, about my visits.

The vampire academy was the only academy who had taken me in. They were very nice people, especially that lovely handsome man, Mr. Belikov.

Somehow, someway, deep inside, I thought I knew him. I had felt his face in my hands and knew it was right, but I was sure I had never seen him before.

Strange.

I heard footsteps growing closer to the door, and a small gust of wind as the door flew open. A small odor of dirt and dust roamed in the air.

"Can I help you?" a man's voice asked in a very cruel way.

I decided not to reach for his face just yet, as this could be the wrong person I was suppose to speak too, but I felt so strange not knowing who he was.

"My name is Rachel Summers. I was called here to join you." I stated into the darkness of my mind, and directly in his face.

"Oh yeah, you're the blind girl," he spat onto the ground, "Well come on in. I'll introduce you to the boss."

His voice sounded harsh, but it was deniable. I reached out, finally, and stroked his face. Dirt and oil came off onto my hand, which I stroked onto my jeans when he wasn't looking.

Roughly, he grabbed onto my arm and pulled me in. The smell was even more degusting than the gust I got before, and I sensed people staring at me.

This was my new home.