Hey guys, sorry for not updating yesterday, it's was kind of hectic for me, but I'll be able to upload daily from now until the 18th that I start college. I'm overwhelmed by the amount of views and visitors my fanfic has had, reaching over 800! I'm so thankful to Bookninja15 and speztronaut for their reviews, they have helped me a lot. :)

From now I can't really say what the chapters are about, it's completely different to the original story, at least what happens.

This is probably the shortest chapter I will ever have in the entire fanfic, but it is essential for the story to develop. Enjoy :D

RICHELLE MEAD IS THE BOSS AND OWNS VA AND BL.

SYDNEY'S POV

At last, the guardians freed us from house-arrest at the hotel. Rose must have solved the case pretty soon, because we were released the day after she came to visit. Stanton was needed at Headquarters as soon as possible to continue with the papers regarding the Moroi change in the crown, and Ian was stationed as the St. Louis librarian, so they both left really quickly leaving me a letter explaining my situation.

Surprisingly, I didn't want to be released, at least not this soon. I didn't stand a chance against the Alchemists and they probably would want to send me to re-education once I got there, and honestly, I was terrified.

To my surprise, however, I was left to retrieve some documents from Court by the Alchemists—at least it gave me more time away from them—so I could take them back to the Headquarters, and since they were extremely important, they needed someone to physically look for them, also some other important mission I was yet to be notified of. I was grateful that I was the Alchemist closest to the place.

I made my way back to Court with the guardians in their SUV around night-time, which was morning for them. I wondered if they would have to take me back to the airport too. I made a mental note to call a cab instead in my morning. When I entered the front gates, the whole place was in turmoil. There were Moroi all over, heading to the main building. To my horror, that was the place I needed to be at.

The Moroi were loud, cheering for their candidates all over the place, screaming the names of the candidates they wanted for the occupation of the throne. I saw with horror and surprise how the SUV slowly drove through the crowd, surrounded by waves of cheering vampires. The ringing of my cell phone brought me back to reality; it was Stanton.

"Miss Sage, I'm terribly sorry for leaving you at the hotel surrounded by Dhampirs, but Mr Jansen and I had to come right away to the Headquarters. I trust you're safe. You also stayed because you have an official mission before heading back. From now on you're going to be the Alchemist supervising the Moroi elections. You are the Alchemist Representative."

"I'm completely safe Ma'am. It is part of my job. I'll do my best to represent of the Alchemists well."

"Remarkable, Miss Sage. I regret having to leave you unaccompanied in that unnatural environment, but I trust you will handle it perfectly."

"Of course, Ma'am, you can count on me."

"I never doubted your efficiency when it comes to professionally handling Vampiric matters. I also look forward to the reports on the elections and the documents you've been sent to look for."

Did Stanton just praise me?

"I'll deliver them once the elections are over, Ma'am."

"Good luck, Miss Sage." She had hung up by the time we entered the building's garage. No matter how much time I spent with Rose and Dimitri, I still felt uneasy in the presence of Dhampirs and Moroi. I still needed to stay at least a week more here at Court. I dismissed that thought by making the cross sign in my left shoulder—the alchemist sign against evil. It made me feel a little better.

I had to accept the fact that Moroi had a great taste in architectural design, the buildings were modern, but still had that classical look to them that made them look anciently regal. I wasn't taken to this part when I was dragged here by guardians. The housing building looked like a five-star hotel, the finishes and details of the building were remarkable, and I wondered if the rest of Court looked like this, but I refused to walk around with the Moroi and Dhampirs all over. I was the only human being within miles, excluding the feeders of course, but I couldn't take that chance. I found myself making the cross in my shoulder again.

The room I was given had a view that literally took my breath away. The window wall was not tinted, and it let in the last few rays of sun from noon. The buildings at court were starting to light up, reminding me that their day was just beginning. I settled in and took a well-deserved relaxing bath with the essential oils I found next to it. The bathroom was a gorgeous sight, its walls were emerald-green marble, so dark that they strangely reminded me of some eyes I had probably seen in the last few days, but I couldn't quite remember whose, it had been chaos recently.

I ordered a salad via room service, because I was not going to leave the room until it was completely necessary; I didn't want to become a snack. At least I had satellite TV, my own books, and precious architectural sights within my own room.

My studying of the room was interrupted a few minutes later when a knock on my door dragged me back to reality. I opened the door to find a cute Moroi guy dressed in white about my age, maybe a bit older than me, with a tray of food in a cart. He had the common slender, tall and pale complexity of the Moroi, chestnut hair and royal blue eyes. He was very, very cute—but- Sydney Katherine Sage, what are you thinking? This was the second time I had thought a Moroi was cute or handsome or something—the first being Adrian Ivashkov—and then it hit me. His eyes were the emerald ones I had thought about earlier. Stupid, Sydney, stupid, why are you—

"Excuse me, Miss? May I come in to drop the food?" said the Moroi guy, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, yes, of course, sorry." I opened the door completely to let him through, something I shouldn't have done. What if he decided to make me his snack? I never took my eyes from him as he walked back to the door.

"Excuse me again, Miss, but are you an alchemist? I've heard of your works, and it's amazing how you work with us, regardless of your dislike to us, if I'm correct. It's admirable how professional you manage to be. It truly is something wonderful." said the guy as he cocked his head to one side, catching me completely off guard. Was he being sarcastic or was he just being nice? He didn't look like an evil creature of the night, at all, he was too cute.

"Yes, um... Thank you." I said, stuttering. I was still confused and totally unprepared for that.

"Sky, my name's Sky, short for Skylar," he said as he stretched his hand for me to shake, a full-fledged, cheeky smile appearing on his face. "Nice to meet you Miss..."

"Sage, Sydney Sage. Nice to meet you too." I said shyly, taking longer than necessary to respond and unsure of shaking his hand, but I did. I had to maintain my professional façade, and now I considered it a challenge because he had said how admirable we were by putting our fear for them aside and continuing with our work anyway. I was really going to have to interact with these Moroi.

Still no Sydrian, but soon, very soon there will be (even I can't wait for it), it might come out unexpected.. or totally expected, which will be unexpected then.. or... yeah.

Anyway, please read and review, I appreciate constructive critiques. Reviews mean: faster updates! :D

Thanks :}