Hey guys! OMG how long has it been since i updated? o.o.o.o

I'm so sorry! I think it's been a month!

Well i hope this 'long-ish' chapter is worth it... ^^

Honestly, i think it's a bit weird... but bear with me, it's just to get the story moving along... i promise it will get more exciting later. ;)

And REMEMBER, i'm still a girl that's learning how to write. ^^

So don't be too critical. :L
But i LOVE constructive criticism!

So... SOCK IT TO ME BROTHER!

I don't know where that came from. That either came from a movie... or... i misheard it. I think i most likely misheard it.

TEEHEE

DISCLAIMER: The 'Vampire Academy' world belongs to Richelle Mead. This is just my made-up world crossed with hers.

-Deni

No. It couldn't be. Not today. Please not today.

"Who are you? What did you do to Polina?" I shouted at her, my voice breaking a bit. So much for 'acting tough'… I sounded like Justin Bieber.

"Why… Polina is safe, with her other friends, dining." She smirked at me. "You know who I am." She was right. I did know who she was. How could I ever forget after what happened? Those memories would probably haunt me for life.

"How did you get here?" Who used the word dining anymore?

"You think I'm going to tell you?" She laughed mockingly at me. "You foolish girl."

"Well, what do you want from me?" How the hell did she even find me? It was also so weird to hear her voice coming from Polina's mouth.

"I want to know about you. Who are you? Why were you at the meeting? How did you change form to impersonate my right-hand?" Her eyes were full of rage.

"Your right-hand? How can anyone change into a limb?" Ok, I really actually knew what she mean by 'right-hand', but I couldn't help but be a little 'smart-ass'. I guess it was one of the ways for me to not show how much she scared the hell out of me. By right hand, she must've meant her partner or assistant to something, someone she could trust. The rest however, didn't sink in yet.

"You idiot! What do they teach you now in school? Has the education system lost their own intelligence over the centuries?" She paused, and sucked in her breath. She had revealed too much, even though I didn't really understand, but she did, and her cheeks flushed a light pink.

"Just tell me mortal. Who... what are you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." And honestly, I didn't. My head was full of enough crazy... did I need more?

One second, she was standing more than a metre away from me. The next, I blinked once, and she had me against the wall of the Drama Shed, holding my neck with one hand. I couldn't help but make those 'choking noises' that you see in movies all the time, her grip was tight.

"You're going to tell me, or I will do something worse than killing you." Her grip tightened around my neck and then her face and body started to change shape. She looked like her evil self now… her red hair, impossible to forget.

"F-fine." I gasped. She let go. I was dancing with the Devil right now. I swear, I don't know how my life got so... so... confuzzled.

I sucked in as much air as I could; I was pretty much suffocating under her grasp before she let go. I was bended at the waist, trying to get my breathing back to normal. I looked up at her.

"What do you want?" I stood back up, probably stiff as a board with fear. She snorted.

"Who are you Witch?" She met my eyes with a strong intensity. I could tell that she took this very seriously.

"I'm not a witch." I tried to sound convincing, but I was telling the truth anyway so… I just hoped that my voice would obey me.

"How can you not be a witch? Thanks to you possessing Zandicus, he thinks that I betrayed him!"

"Wait, what?"

"I was going to kill you. Then you must have left his body, without me knowing. Zandicus thought that I was trying to kill him!" She narrowed her eyes at me. "You know what I'm talking about. You can't lie to me."

Now, I did know what she was talking about, but no way, was I going to tell her anything... even if that meant some kind of torture or death.

Wait, what was it that Rose said could kill a Strigoi? Ok, first, was a stake to the heart.

My eyes scanned the Drama Shed quickly, and even though it was pretty wrecked, there were no wooden sharp objects around. As if the Drama shed would have stakes... Jeesh. I mentally slapped myself on the forehead.

Ok, so staking her wasn't an option... but how would I even pull it off anyway? Ok what else could kill her? Um... oh right, burning her would work. But as if I could conjure up fire out of thin air, and I specialised in Spirit anyway, not fire. Wait... could Spirit hurt her? I didn't even know how to control my powers yet so... ok, that option was out too.

The last one was decapitating her. Ok, even though I'm not really scared by gory movies and whatnot, no way would I have the guts to cut her head off…

Besides, what could I use?

"-and you have to tell me now, or I will kill them. No excuses." Ok. What? Flora was talking the whole time... while I was spaced out thinking. Great.

"Um, ok." I didn't know why I said 'ok' or what I said 'ok' to. Ha-ha... Double great.

"Denise, tell me or you shall suffer the consequences."

"Wait, how do you know my name?"

"I've been calling you Denise the whole time. Did you not hear me? Or... do you not even know your own name?" She flung her head back and laughed mockingly at me. Her laugh made me feel... tiny. Like she towered over me with her evil laughter... while I just shrank... smaller and smaller... into a little corner of the room...

What the hell was I doing? If anything, this was my chance. With her laughing, and in other words distracted, I could make my move to escape now.

But was I smart enough to do so? Ha-ha. No.

Would I be fast enough to do so anyway? No.

I'd need to have the capability to do so, and I was no Jackie Chan.

The facts all pointed at one direction.

Flora had stopped laughing and stared me down again... making me shrink even further... if that was possible. It was like I was a snail slithering back into its shell.

I couldn't escape now. I had no more choices left.

"I know your name from when you told me in the meeting you fool, but enough with this idiotic nonsense. Tell me who you are." She stared at me even more intensely now, like she was trying to look into my soul. She then pulled back, a look of shock crossing over her face.

"Compulsion does not work on you. What are you?" She said it with disgust this time, really not sure what I was. I just hoped she wouldn't guess it.

"There's only one creature that does not succumb to compulsion and I'm sure that you're not one of them. It's not possible." She paused, and looked at me again, analysing me. Her eyes widened again, but this time, in realisation.

"But what if-"

There was a knock on the door.

"Hello? We need the Drama Shed for our Christian Group meeting." It was a girl's voice.

Flora was by my side in an instant again. Her hand covered my mouth. My instinct was to scream, and I did. She clamped her hand over my mouth tighter.

"Hello?" The voice said again.

Flora didn't make any noise, but stared at the door, anticipating when it would open.

There was the sound of keys entering the lock.

"I'll be back for you." Flora whispered into my ear before she... she... disappeared? My eyes widened like 'Puss in Boots' in 'Shrek' except I was more freaked out of my mind than well 'trying to act cute'.

How the HELL did she do that?

Her body just 'poofed', ok that sounds bad, but she just was gone in an instant into thin air. No part of her, well nothing could indicate that she was even here it all. Great.

I was only being partly sarcastic by the way.

The door opened, and I was standing in the Drama shed, alone now, thanks to Flora's freaky unexplained disappearance, looking like a freakin' loner-weirdo-psycho-crazy-retard.

"Um... I left something in here and came back to get it... then the door closed on me and locked itself... I couldn't get out." Ok, probably the most bogus excuse ever... but, thanks to my Drama skills, the girl from the Christian Group actually believed me.

"Oh ok. Did you find it?" The girl was probably in Year 10 and her sincere concern made me feel slightly more comfortable compared to how I'd just been feeling before.

"Yeah. Thanks for freeing me from this shed." I walked toward the door and smiled at her. She smiled back and I let her walk past into the shed. The rest of the Christian Group went in.

So what now?

I had to call Rose.

It was my only and probably wisest choice left.

I needed help.

But if I called her, I knew there was no going back. Well, I guess it would be better moving forward than to be killed by a psycho Strigoi now wouldn't it? I made up my mind. I'd call her when I got home.

Throughout the rest of the day, I tried to act normal, acting like my typical self, talking to my friends about random things like how gorgeous Ben Barnes AKA Prince Caspian was… while my friend Bonnie raved on about Edward Cullen…

Eventually, it was time to board the bus again. If anything, it was something I was looking forward to, for obvious reasons, but for some strange reason, I was also dreading.

Sure, Matt could make me feel better, but if he could tell how I really felt, he would ask questions.

I boarded the bus. He wasn't there. I had a sigh of relief.

Judy wasn't on the bus today either because she had to go to an orthodontist appointment. So I was alone, not considering the other random passengers on the bus. Yet, I didn't feel lonely; I actually thought it was better to be alone anyway.

I took out my iPod and searched for the song that could make me feel a bit better.

'Don't Stop Believing' by Journey lit up my iPod's small screen. I took a deep breath in and out, letting the song fill me and let myself relax. If anything, this song was a major pick-me-up, it made everything seem so much better somehow, it was just so hopeful.

Soon enough, I got off at my stop and started walking home.

Then I saw him.

A man, dressed in green was walking towards me from behind. It was probably nothing, but reason told me better. I tried to see his eyes. He was wearing black sunglasses. Damn it. He was quite big, not muscular, but big.

You could also call me paranoid, but I knew better. I started to pick up my pace a bit and I could hear his steps start to quicken. I eventually picked up into a run; I could hear him do the same.

I was pretty panicky now, trying not to look back at him because I knew it would slow me down. I just had to get back home. I was running for my life.

He was shouting something, but I wasn't sure what. My mind seemed to be whirring around in overdrive, panicking, not sure what to do next… my only thought being: 'run'.

I finally reached my house and fiddled for my keys, I know, certainly not the best time to fiddle with them, but they were in my dress's pocket, along with other things. I finally got them out and tried to put them into the key hole. I was literally shaking with fear now, and oddly missing the key hole.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder then. I didn't want to turn around.

Then reason came back to me and I realised… if they were meaning harm to me… they wouldn't just tap me on the shoulder… so I turned around.

"You dropped this." My stalker/pedo had said. He gave me my iPod.

I felt like the biggest fool ever.

Besides, if he was Strigoi... it would be unlikely for him to attack me in daylight... you know, with the sun and all.

But at least, I was safe.

Thank God he saw that I had dropped it. I guess I must've been too consumed in my thoughts when I got off the bus to notice that I had dropped it. Now, I would have really died if I lost my iPod.

"Thanks." I said. He started walking away, muttering to himself 'Why are you so kind? You could've left it there! Better yet, kept it! Jeesh, I didn't need that exercise!'

I chuckled to myself nervously.

That was awkward.

I got into my house and locked the doors. I was finally home. It felt like such a long day, possibly the longest day of the year, theoretically.

I relaxed and went into the dining room. I fixed myself a tuna, lettuce and mayo sandwich, then sat down and began eating. I let the food calm my nerves.

Then my brain started to work again, if it ever did work. I stopped eating, mid-sandwich and bolted for my bedroom upstairs. I opened my bin, and thank God, the book was still there. I wasn't exactly scared that it wouldn't be there because of my parents throwing out my bin or something, but I was oddly afraid that the book had actually crawled out itself… and run away. I threw out my bin myself anyway.

I sat on my bed to read the book. I opened the book to the page that had brought me into the past. It scared me, but I had to look at it again. The ten words that were around the page, this time, started to change into English. I gasped as I read the words that encircled the page. 'See The Truth and Find Your Answers Only through Blood', the words said around the page in a clockwise direction. It sounded eerie, but I guess it kind of made sense. I mean, I did get blood into that star thing and then the page opened up taking me into the past.

I couldn't believe I actually threw the book into the bin. I was stupid as hell. Like always.

I started flipping through the pages, looking for something else, not exactly sure what. Then I kind of well, I don't know why, but I started shaking the book, out of frustration… I guess. I hoped some kind of answer would fall out of the book.

And it did.

A letter had fallen out onto my lap. I screamed, in a very girly way. Jeesh.

I wasn't sure to open it, but I eventually did, thinking that well, 'I've come this far, I should go all the way'.

The letter actually didn't look too old, it didn't seem to have been placed into the book centuries ago. I opened it and took out the brown paper that was inside. I gasped as I read it:

Dear Child,If you are reading this letter, do not be afraid,
I no longer walk amongst you, so you can not seek my aid.
The road ahead of you will twist and turn,
Many things you will see, many things you will learn.
Beware of dark forces who work at fast pace,
Succeed in your quest so my sacrifice will not be a waste.
Your powers will be wild, you must learn to control,
To do that with ease, you must look to your soul.
Your complicated creation, you must wonder how,
Too complicated to explain, so let me show you now.

Ok, so it was clear that this was from my... father. But, if he was gone, how could he show me?

That question was soon answered when I felt like a gust of wind had knocked me flat on my back on my bed. My eyes had suddenly felt heavy, so I closed them.

I opened my eyes, sitting up, gasping for air. I knew more of the truth.

I couldn't believe it. I just had a vision like Phoebe from 'Charmed'.

I looked back to the letter, to check if he had written anymore. Then I looked on the other side of the paper, and making me feel all giddy, there was more writing.

Though I am gone, I yet still exist,
I watch over you from the blue sky mist.
My faith is in you Child, you will succeed,
And you will be rewarded for your good deed.

Your Father, Zandicus.

"But… no good deed goes unpunished…" I joked to myself. Ok, so there was no doubt, I was still very freaked out right now, so why not joke like a crazy woman to myself?

At least I knew what I had to do.

I searched for my phone, went to my phonebook and dialled the number I needed.

Damn, I really needed to put the number on speed dial. I mentally slapped myself on the forehead... again.

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I've already planned this whole fanfic (BOOYAH!), so all i have to do know is well... write/type everything... so... i'll most likely update more in the holidays...

ONE MORE WEEK OF SCHOOL.

Woot.