Not gonna be a long A/N because I have to get to sleep. I hope you enjoy! And thanks for reviewing!

"Mom! Dad! You can't be serious!"

"It was Dante's idea. He thought it would be good for you and your siblings to learn how to protect yourselves the right way."

"God . . . I'm going to kill Dante."

"May, sweetie, this is actually a good thing. You're going to finish your high school curriculum at St. Vladimir's, while training with experienced guardians so that you learn how to protect yourself, if ever in a bad situation." My dad said.

"But I don't want to be a guardian!"

"Nobody is going to force you to be a guardian." My mother reasoned. "It's either going to St. Vladimir's or going to a trade school in Germany. What's it going to be?"

"I want to stay here! I have a life here!"

"Oh. Almost forgot. Matt, Heather, and Kayla."

"And they agree to this?"

"Yes, they do, actually. They want to go."

My outlook of going to that damned academy had changed when I heard Matt was going. It was going to be one hell of a year.

"Sweetheart, I attended that school and it wasn't bad."

"Dad, you only were there because of my mom. You chased after here and you did whatever you wanted."

My mom laughed quietly. "It's not so bad."

"Kayla, is going, right? You know she's like my best friend/sister."

"Your Aunt Jade can't deal with that girl anymore so yeah she's sending her there."

I stayed quiet for a couple of seconds. And then looked up at my parents. "As long as Kayla and Matt are there, I'm going."

My mom put her arms around me. "I love you, sweetheart."

"If you loved me, you wouldn't be sending me to hell." I whined in her arms.

"We do love you, Maya. You can't understand a father's or mother's love until you are a father or mother yourself." My dad put in.

I let go of my mom. "Well, I gotta go find Kyle."

"Kyle's still at the party."

"Shit . . . Well, I gotta go talk to Cade."

"Cade is out. Dante is the only one in the house."

"Oh well, I'm going to grab a shower," I said, making my dad and my mom laugh.

I noticed Matt was still sleeping. Hmm . . . what if I sneaked him into my bedroom? I walked over to him and started shaking him softly. "Matt. Matt." I whispered in his ear, kissing his face tenderly.

He was awake instantly. "Maya, is something wrong?"

"No. Hurry! Let's go to my bedroom! We need to talk."

We both ran up the stairs. My room was the nearest to the staircase. But Dante was in the hallway.

"Where are you going?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Go get laid Dante . . ."

My brother was eighteen years old, looked bad and was badass, toned abs, body built with muscle, and a tattoo on his arm.

"I got laid last night, wasn't the best experience."

"Look, brother. I am quite upset at you right now. I don't want to deal with you at this moment."

He crossed his arms across his chest. "He can go in that room as long as you come out of it."

"Oh, yeah. I'm going to let him stay in my room 'cause you're so nice and are going to let me sleep in your room." I completely ignored him and led Matt into my bedroom. "Where's Kyle when I need him?"

"I'm serious Maya, don't go into the room with him."

"Are you going to tell mommy and daddy? Besides, if you're worried about him touching me and all that crap, you should worry no more because he touched me everywhere earlier today. No if you please excuse us, he has some more touching to do." I went inside my bed and shut the door in his face.

Matt was laughing as I joined him on the bed.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"You and Dante. Always insulting one another. Yet if one or the other was in trouble you would risk your neck for him."

"Yes, I would. He's my brother. I love him. I love my family."

He rolled over on the bed, putting me under him. "And I love you . . ."

I was shocked as his lips took mine over. This was the first time he had said those three magical words. I didn't know what to say. The reasonable thing to do was say those three words back, but I couldn't because I wasn't ready for that commitment.

Things started heating up and I knew I had to stop them, simply because my parents were in the house.

"We can't." I whispered to him as he started to undo the zipper of my dress. "My parents are in the house."

"I'm sorry . . ." He rolled back onto his back. "I don't want your parents' respect for me fade . . ."

"My parents love you, you know that."

"That's why I have to respect their rules."

We stayed silent for a couple of seconds. And then I asked him about going to St. Vladimir's.

"I'm only going because my mom told me you were going." He answered.

"Kayla and you and me together at that school is not a good idea. They are going to regret enrolling us there."

"Kayla is the only crazy one . . ."

"Just like her mom." Matt chuckled. "Seriously, my mom was telling me that Kayla is exactly like Aunt Jade in every way."

I yawned, stretching very muscle in my body. It was getting late and I was tired. "How about we sleep?"

"Mhm . . ." He said. He was sleepy too. He put an arm around me and pulled me close. "Sweet dreams, my sweet."

"Mmm . . ." Like I always, I was out as soon as I closed my eyes.

A week later . . .

I popped out my ear buds out of my ears as we landed in Montana. This was it. Hell. (St. Vladimir's Academy.) Both of my parents were accompanying us because it hurt them to let their babies go. Well, why were they sending us here, anyway? Oh, right. Because my favorite brother Dante wanted to become a guardian and wanted to drag all of us to hell. He should just go shoot himself already.

I shot a glance at Kyle and he gave me an encouraging smile. I smiled back. With my best brother in the whole wide world here, everything was going to be fine. Well . . . I hoped. When the plane doors opened from the dad's private plane, I grabbed my LV bag and started following Kyle out.

The world was different in Montana than in Nevada. For one, Nevada was never cold, well, the part from Nevada where we came from, was never really cold. Montana was freezing. No wonder mom had made us dress in winter clothes. I wore black slacks, a black tunic, black winter boots, and a white coat that went all the way down to my knees. I was still freezing, though. I wish I would have taken my mother's advice and brought the huge, puffy jacket that I had never used.

Zara and I looked at each other. She had a look of disbelief in her eyes. My darling little sister, we are going to have to get used to this because Dante wanted us to be here. Let's kill him! She rolled and smiled as if she were reading my thoughts.

As I started walking, my dad came up to me. He threw an arm around my waist. "This can't compare to the beautiful Nevada, can it?"

"Um . . . Nevada is awesome, but nothing can beat the beautiful suns California has to offer."

"Oh. So now you want to move to California."

I looked at him with pleading eyes. "Daddy, please get me out of this mess."

He smirked. "My darling, I love you, but your mother wants you to be safe here, and I agree with her."

"Daddy, don't do this to me. You said yourself that a father would do anything for his daughter. Do this for me! Get me out of here!"

"Sweetheart, I am so sorry. I have something for you. I know it will make you happy." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He smoothly slipped out three credit cards. "For you, my dear. These cards have no limit, unlike your old ones."

I smiled my kind of smile, my evil kind of smile. I leaned over and kissed my dad on the cheek. I had inherited his height and therefore, I was almost as tall as him. "Thanks, daddy. I am liking this school already."

"Of course you do . . ." He tightened the arm around me. "I never go to this, but what were you and Matt doing in your room the other night? Your mother and I heard a lot of weird noises." He was teasing me and I knew it.

"Hmm . . . what did you and mom have to do to make us?" I asked, smirking at him.

My dad was so easy-going and pretty much took nothing serious. "Good god, I thought you were barely learning how to play with dolls, not learning how to play with—"

"Dad," I groaned out, rolling my eyes. "You know dolls were never my thing."

"You know I love you, right, sweetheart?"

"Yes. Do you know I love you, too?"

"Of course, my darling. I am going to miss you a lot."

"We're just a few hours away . . . you better come visit often."

"We will. You know it. Your mother and I will get lonely."

"Have another baby and you won't be so lonely anymore." I said, jokingly.

"You know, your mother and I have been considering having another one." He said, quite seriously.

I blinked. "You're kidding, right?"

"No. Your mother's biological clock is just about to stop ticking. She said we better make the best of it."

"Oh, God. . ." I whispered, quite horrified.

Just then, my dad burst out laughing. "I am just kidding, darling. Your mother swore she would throw me off a cliff if I got her pregnant at this age."

"You had me scared. If you really want a kid, tell Zara to make you guys grandparents already."

That's when my dad looked horrified. "She's only fifteen."

It was my turn to laugh. "I'm just playing. Tell Dante, he's, like, forty years old already. Time for him to have a kid."

We stopped when we reached a hallway. My mom spoke up. "Adrian, you go with the guys. I'll go with the girls."

I hugged my daddy before I followed my mother.

"I think I am going to go crazy, if don't ever see the sun."

"The people here run on a nocturnal schedule. Good luck, seeing the sun." My mom commented.

She led us around the Academy, pointing out to places and crap like that. She told us that nothing really had changed and the she wished she could go back to those days when it was her, my dad, Aunt Jade, Aunt Lissa, and Uncle Christian attending the school. I laughed as she told me and Zara one of her memories. As we walked down the hallways, there was as guardian that was titled Hall of Legends. Apparently the most badass guardians had a plaque and a picture in the hallway. I was surprised when my mother stopped and put her hand on a plaque that read the name Dimitri Belikov on the bottom. She seemed to be taken back to some time ago.

"Mom?" I put my hand on her shoulder. "Who is that?"

She sighed, coming back to life. "An old friend."

I could see she didn't want to tell me about it so I didn't ask. Zara was surprisingly quiet throughout it all. Hmm. Odd.

"Do we seriously have to share rooms with people we don't know?"

My mom shook her head. "No. Your dad paid good amounts of money to get all of his kids rooms that they didn't have to share with anyone."

"Hell yeah, I love my daddy."

My mom helped Zara set up her room first than she helped me. Zara's room was just across from mine, which I am sure my dad's money had contributed to that. It was such a nice moment, being with my mother. I was going to miss her a lot. I would miss her smiles when she knew I had done something wrong. I would my dad, too. When we were unpacking the last of things, she found the picture I had brought along with me. It was a picture of her and my dad, holding me right after I had been born. I saw a few tears slip out of her eyes.

"Aww . . . where does the time go?"

"Mom, I honestly don't know. It feels like it was just yesterday that I was throwing fish sticks at Zara and now I'm here, attending the very same school the you attended."

She chuckled, but then she started crying again. I threw my arms around her. "I'm going to miss you, honey."

All I said was "I love you, mom."

A few minutes later, she pulled away. "No matter what you do, my Maya, I want you to be safe, okay? If you ever need anything, just call me or dad, got it?"

I threw my arms around her again. This time it was me who was crying. "I am going to miss troubling you."

She laughed softly, wiping a few tears away from her eyes. "I am going to miss that, too."

Zara, along with my dad and all my brothers met downstairs where Aunt Jade and Uncle Jon were parting with their kids as well. I went to go find my daddy and hugged him. I didn't want to let go. "Love you, my darling."

After our parents were gone, everyone went their separate ways. Matt came up to me. Aunt Lissa nor Uncle Christian hadn't come.

"So . . . what do we do now?" Kayla walked behind Matt and repeated the question. She answered her own question as well as Matt's. "We have fun . . ." Her eyes gleamed at the word fun.

"We have fun . . ." Matt agreed. "It's going to be one hell of a year."

"Yes, it is . . ." I said at last.

Sorry. Not much action happening in this chapter. Hope you liked! What should happen next? . . .

-Mel