Gosh guys I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like, forever! School has been hectic and I've been slightly under the weather *coughs* Yuck! But I hope you all enjoy! And don't forget to comment my lovelies! :D

Disclaimer: Richelle Mead Owns the Characters, I only own the plot of this story.

RPOV:

Christian took the news of Zmey being my father quiet well, at first he was very surprised but him knowing Abe's reputation understood why i did not know my father until recently. It's like everyone in our world knew of the 'Zmey', even by knowing my 'old man' i still had a hard time on believing that there a lot of people who are intimidated by him, I honestly don't see why though.

I sat at the kitchen table inhaling the chocolate glazed donuts that my father brought with him. I was stoked to see him but at the same time I dreaded telling him why I had to leave and my condition. I glanced at Christian, he seemed deep in thought. I sighed to myself; this was going to be way harder than I originally thought.

"Hey Old Man, what are we gonna go about jobs and such? Are there any gyms around or something?" I licked my fingers.

"I enrolled you two in the local college, I didn't choose your subjects you can do that yourselves." Abe shrugged.

"Okay, do was have fake ID's? I mean we can hardly be enrolled with our real names, and that like beats the whole purpose of vanishing." I pointed out.

"Why of course Kiz, I've done this heaps of times before!" he grinned.

"Hey dad can we talk to you in private?" I said seriously.

"Sure…?" He glanced at me curiously before waving a hand to his guardians in dismissal. "What is it?"

Naww fuck! He's in for a huge surprise. I just hope that he doesn't hate me by the end of the story.

Taking a deep breath I began my story from the beginning.

As I ranted my mind wandered to what might happen if Abe decided that I was a monster and needed to be killed. I pushed the thought away as soon as it popped up, no matter what happens to me I know her would always be on my side. No matter what. Christian stayed quiet the whole time, which I was grateful for.

"So what do you think?" I fiddled nervously with my fingers.

My question was met with silence. Oh fuck he hated me now. My father totally hates me, why is my life always so complicated? Argh...

While I was waiting nervously for his response he was just simply standing thinking whilst smoothing his goatee. After a few minutes he looked at me and asked something I did not expect at all.

"Do you crave human, Dhampir or Moroi blood?" he said while smoothing his goatee.

"Um, no?" I answered him unsure; I was confused at his train of thought.

I thought about the question once again, and i vaguely knew the answer. I have only ever fed from a Strigoi; it was as if their blood calls to me. I don't crave it but it feels like an instinct to drink blood from a Strigoi. Am I a monster to feel the need to drink Strigoi blood?

"Why, does that matter?" I asked him curiously.

"Well yes, if you do crave Moroi blood then you shouldn't be here with Christian but you don't seem to have a problem with that. There are no issues; so I don't see why anything about your condition that matters. As long as you don't go around killing Moroi, humans and Dhampir's then who really cares?" Abe looked at me expectantly.

Overcome with joy, I launched myself at him; hugging my father tight; "I though you hated me."

Tears pricked the back of my eyes. I blinked rapidly to stop them from falling.

"Oh, by the way did you put wards up around the house?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" Abe raised an eyebrow.

"Am I the only one who can't do the eyebrow-lifting-thing?! Though the wards might explain the tingling sensation I've had since stepping into the house." I grinned in relief.

"Anyways I'll leave you two to settle in, here's my credit card and I'll have the paperwork sent to you tomorrow. Kay Kiz?" Abe went in for another hug before leaving.

I turned to Christian and said "I'm gonna go sleep, I'm so tired that I think I'm gonna fall on my face." he just chuckled finding what I said amusing. I dragged my feet upstairs, picking a random room, as soon as i entered I collapsed on the big, fluffy bed; I fell asleep before my head even hit the pillow. I didn't even bother changing, I was exhausted.

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I was jerked awake by a painful burning sensation in the back of my throat; I knew why straight away, I needed blood.

I threw my sheets aside and ran to find Christian; he was in the room next to mine. I jumped on his bed, shaking him violently, hoping that he would wake for my throat became more and more painful by the second.

"Christian wake the fuck up you bloody asshole!" I hit him, hard.

"What the fuck Rose!" Christian yelled at me, glaring.

"I need to feed." I croaked, by now my throat was on fire.

Christian's eyes widened and he shoved my off and began to pace, "what are we going to do? It's light out!" he ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't know! That's why I woke you up." I clawed at my neck, my gums throbbed and my vision began to turn red.

Christian looked at me; his eyes sparkled with an unspoken question. I understood immediately.

"No." I raised my hand to stop him from saying anything else. "No I will not and that's final."

"But-" Christian started, I cut him off.

"I. said. No." I hissed.

I crawled off the bed and began to make my way to the kitchen. Pain burned through my body, cutting off my breathing; I fell to my knees. Pressure seeped into my skull; I clutched my head and let out a silent scream. Just as soon the pain came it had cleared, I slowly stood up using the wall to steady myself.

I gave a concerned looking Christian a small smile to show that I was okay. My breathing evened but as soon as I started to walk I felt it; the hunger, the raw monster inside of me. The red intensified, my body became more sensitive to my surroundings.

I looked at Christian, a small growl escaped my lips; my body moved on its own, in a flash I held Christian by the throat, pushed against the wall. I felt sick satisfaction from Christian's struggling, with my free hand I grabbed his collar and yanked, tearing his shirt; revealing his well-toned chest.
I gazed into Christians eyes, he relaxed into my grip, tuning his head to the side exposing his neck. I could smell the blood under his skin, feel it pulsing through his body, I could see his pulse on his neck. A voice in the back of my mind nagged me; stop! What are you doing, do not feed off Christian! I ignored it; I was so hungry. I leaned in a dug my fangs into Christian's flesh; blood seeped into my mouth. Christian and I moaned simultaneously. I violently jerked away from Christian, realising what I was doing. I let go of him, Christian collapsed into my arms.

Oh my fucking God, I just drank Christian's blood.

He will never forgive me and I won't be able to forgive myself.

What have I done?

Guilt gnawed at my gut as I carried Christian to his bed, laying him down a tear fell from my eyes. I quickly wiped it away, I looked down and saw my hand was covered in blood; frowning I made my way to Christian's bathroom. I swallowed uneasily when I saw where the blood came from; my eyes. My tears were blood. Fresh tears cascaded down my face, sliding down the wall and pulling at my hair, banging my head against the wall, clawing at my skin; wild sobs racked my body.

I cried for what I had done to Christian. I cried for what I had become; a monster.

And I cried for all that I had left behind.

How will I be able to face Christian once he wakes? I'm a monster.