I don't own Vampire Academy, Ms Richelle Mead does.

I was in a garden full of beautiful flowers.

"Rose!" exclaimed a voice.

It was Adrian.

He was with someone.

Sonya.

"You need to help me," I pleaded. "They're going to change me."

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Honey, where are you?" asked Sonya.

"I don't know. But I'm in a blackened room. Probably a house?" I began to cry. "I'm so sorry for being weak and easily distracted."

"It wasn't your fault though. It was the cocky bitch's. Castile and Vercetti told us what had happened. About how she got mad at you for saving her life. And how she hit the back of your head." Adrian looked disgusted. "Your father was infuriated. He sent her back to wherever she came from."

I stared at him.

"I'm sorry for being an idiot to you. I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. I'm sorry for ignoring you. I was such an inconsiderate, cold-hearted bit—"

He shut me up with a kiss.

I melted.

I pulled away from him.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. Very sorry."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I wasn't angry at you. Ever. The whole time you ignored me gave me a chance to realise how lucky I was to have you in my life."

I smiled at him. "Well, still. I'm very sorry for what I did to you. And I'm sorry for about what I'm going to do. They're going to awaken me. I begged them to kill me but no. Adrian, make me a promise?"

"Anything," he said, hugging me.

"Who has my stake?" I pulled away.

"I do. I'll give it to you when we find you."
"I have a better idea."

"Oh?" he asked questioningly.

"Yes. I want you to kill me with it."
"NO!" he said, tears filling his own eyes.

"Yes. Please. It's what I want."
"NO! I'd rather you awaken me so we can be together forever." His voice was wavering now.

I smiled sadly.

"You're going to kill me. That's what I want you to promise me."

Adrian began sobbing. "I love you Rosalie Hathaway."

We kissed. This was the last time we'd ever see each other.

My humanity was going to be snatched from me.

"Look after Noir for me. That's my car by the way."

He laughed. "I will look after Noir as if she was my own."

I looked into his eyes and smiled.

"Adrian Ivashkov, I love you. I always have and I always will. Forever and ever."

Sonya cried.

I suddenly felt weak. I fell to the ground and Adrian caught me.

"Sonya, what's happening?" I asked, gripping Adrian's arm.

The dream wasn't going in and out focus so none of us were being woken up.

She began to whimper.

"Adrian, look at her aura," sobbed Sonya.

I began to feel weaker and weaker by the second.

Adrian gasped and squeezed my hand.

The feeling of his grip on my hand started to disappear.

My body became numb.

"What's happening?" I asked weakly.

"You're—you're dying," answered Adrian.

I closed my eyes. "I love you forever and ever..."

"ROSE! STAY WITH ME! PLEASE! ROSE!" Adrian's voice grew distant and faint and finally disappeared.

Someone's wrist was to my mouth; their blood running down my throat.

I turned away and I began to cough continuously.

That was by far the foulest thing I had digested.

I opened my eyes.

The room was alight.

And I was tied to a chair.

"What the hell!" I said angrily before breaking free.

I stood up and looked around. Five people were standing to the side of me.

Only one of the I recognised.

Jasper.

"Why the f—"

In my attempt to yell, I had cut my lower lip.

I ran my fingers over my upper teeth to find fangs.

I had been awakened.

"Finally," I said looking at Jasper. "Took you long enough."

He held out his hand. "Come with me, my beauty."
"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Remember how I said I was going to do A LOT of things to you? Well, I'm going to do them now," he said, winking.

"And what would one of those 'things' be?" I said, biting my lip.

"Well, let's just see how good you look out of your jeans and your shirt..."
I took his hand. "Well, for the record, I look VERY good out of them."

Once sunset arrived, Jasper took me for a walk into a car park.

We were in at a public mall and the humans were leaving, getting ready to return home.

A guy and his two friends walked past me and wolf-whistled. I could hear their pulses. Fast and loud.

I stole a look at Jasper and he nodded.

"Hey guys," I called out to them, catching up.

"Hey sexy," said the tall, stocky guy.

"Take me to your car?" I said in the flirtiest voice I could manage.

The boys exchanged a look amongst themselves. They thought they had scored when really; I was the one who had scored.

Once I was inside his flash Hummer with his mates, they locked the doors.

"Who am I making out with first?"

The driver grinned.
"That'd be me," he said confidently.

"Come here," I said, aiming for his neck.

My fangs broke the skin on his neck and he let out a yelp of pain which was followed by a moan of pleasure.

The taste of his blood was amazing; sweet and full of life.

When he was dry, I asked the other two who wanted to go next. They both offered.

Once I had finished with them all, I joined Jasper back in the parking lot.

"How'd I do?" I asked, wiping my mouth.

"You did great. As if you were a pro." He licked his forefinger and wiped away some stray blood that was upon my face.

I smiled at him and intertwined my fingers with his.

Over a month had passed and I was enjoying this new life of mine; killing silly, worthless humans and drinking the blood of the non-royal Moroi. All was good. Until a certain name caught my attention.

I needed to hunt a certain someone down and I ended up stealing Jasper's black Porsche.

Finally, after several hours, I had reached Palm Springs. The heavily tinted windows of this Porsche made it possible for me to drive in the day.

A certain range rover caught my eye at a hotel I had never seen or heard of.

It was Noir.

I parked close to the entrance and I walked inside, trying to avoid the sun.

The receptionist gave me a weird look. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm here to see Adrian Melrose."

She looked at her computer and gave me a puzzled look. "Who are you?" she asked, a little scared.

"Your worst nightmare!" I snarled. "WHERE IS HE!"

"I—I'm s—sorry but I cannot share that information with you."

I jumped over her desk and I threw her against the wall.

"WHERE IS HE!" I screamed.

"F—fourth f—floor. Room 216."

"Thankyou, now, give me a key."

She handed me a card.

I held her up against the wall and I stared into her frightened brown eyes.

"I wasn't here."

Her expression went blank.

"You weren't here," she said in a zombie-like voice.

213. 214. 215. Ah hah.

I placed my ear against the door.

"Adrian honey, come on. You need to get some sleep."

"No. Sonya, I have to find her. I have to."

"Well, I'm going to be in my room if you need me," said Sonya.

I heard her kiss something; probably Adrian's forehead.

"Wait. Where's Belikov?" Adrian asked.

"He just got back not so long ago from Amberwood. He's exhausted so expect a lot of quiet tonight."

A door closed.

I waited for a good half an hour.

I put the card up to the scanner which gained me entry into the room.

Adrian was facing away from the door.

I sped towards him and I clamped a hand over his mouth.

He struggled and I dragged him out of the door.

I began running with him towards the elevator.

"BELIKOV! SONYA! HELP ME! IT'S ROSE! HEL—!" he yelled.

I thumped the back of his head and his writhing body became limp.

Loud noises of slamming doors sounded. Dimitri and Sonya were after me.

Once on the ground floor, I sprinted to the Porsche putting Adrian's floppy body into the passenger seat before I jumped into the driver's seat. I started the ignition immediately and I sped off.

In the rear-view mirror, I caught a tall, built figure running after the car before giving up.

Dimitri.