Hi Guys this is my new story, it has been in my brain for awhile but I'm finally finished Buria, so I decided to start work on this!
I really hope you like it! the feedback I get from this chapter will help me to decide if I should keep writing it or not, this chapter, will very to the book

but I am going to have my own story line.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or story lines, they are the amazing work of Rachel Mead! 3

I felt her fear before I heard her screams.

Her nightmares pulsed into me, shaking me out of my own dream, which had had something to do with a beach and some model. Images- hers, not mine- tumbled through my mind; fire and blood, the smell of smoke, the twisted metal of a car. The pictures wrapped around me, suffocating me, until some rational part of my brain reminded me that this wasn't my dream.

I woke up, strands of brown hair sticking to my forehead.

Lissa lay in her bed, thrashing and screaming. I bolted out of mine, quickly crossing the few feet that separated us.

"Liss," I said shaking her. "Liss, wake up."

Her screams dropped off, replaced by soft whimpers.

"Andre," she moaned. "Oh God."

I helped her sit up. "Liss, you aren't there anymore. Wake up."

After a few moments, her eyes fluttered open, and in the dim lightly, I could see a flicker of consciousness start to take over. Her breathing slowed, and she leaned into me, resting her head against my shoulder. I put my arm around her and ran a hand over her hair.

"It's okay," I told her gently, "Everything's okay."

"I had that dream."

"Yeah, I know." I sighed. We sat there for several minutes, not saying anything else. When I felt her emotions calm down, I leaned over to the nightstand between our beds and turned on the lamp. It glowed dimly, but neither of us really needed too much to see by.

"When did we do our last feeding?" I asked, studying her face. Her fair skin was paler than usual. Dark circles hung under her eyes, and there was an air of frailty about her. School had been chaotic this week, and I couldn't remember the last time I had given her blood. "It's been like… more than two days, hasn't it? Three? Why didn't you say anything Liss?"

She shrugged and wouldn't meet my eyes, "You were busy, I didn't want to-"

"Screw that," I exclaimed, shifting into a better position. No wonder she seemed so weak. "Come on let's do this." She let out a loud groan of protest.

"Come on, it'll make you feel better." I tilted my head and tucked my hair behind my ears, baring my neck. I saw her hesitate, but the sight of my neck and what it offered proved too powerful. A hungry expression crossed her face, her lips parted slightly, exposing the fangs she normally kept hidden while living among humans. Those fangs contrasted oddly with the rest of her features. With her pretty face and pale blonde hair, she looked more like an angel than a vampire.

As her teeth neared my bare skin, I felt my heart race with a mix of fear and anticipation. I always hated feeling the latter, but it was nothing I could help, a weakness I couldn't shake.

Her fangs bit into me, hard, I grunted at the brief flare of pain. Then it faded, replaced by a wonder, golden joy that spread though my body. It was better than any of the times I had been drunk or the one time I experimented with getting high. Better than sex-or so I imagined, since I'd never done it.

It was a blanket of pure, refined pleasure, wrapping me up and promising me everything would be alright in the world. On and on it went. The chemicals in her saliva triggered an endorphin rush and I lost track of the world, and who I was.

Then, regretfully, it was over. It had taken less than a minute. She pulled back, wiping her hand across her lips as she studied me. "You okay?"

"I . . . Yeah." I slowly got to my feet, staggering lightly, dizzy from the blood loss. I laid my hand on the wall covered in Lissa's posters. "I'm fine." I breathed.

Her pale, jade-green eyes watched me with concern. She stood up. "I'm going to go get you something to eat." My protests came awkwardly to my lips, and she left before I could get out a sentence. The buzz from her bite had lessened as soon as she broke the connection, but some of it still lingered in my veins, and I felt a goofy smile cross my lips.

My shirt had begun to stick to the slick skin of my back, I slowly forced myself to the window. I needed the cool night air. The world spun, and I waited for it to right itself before I reached it.

A warm breeze- unseasonably warm for a Portland fall- played with my hair as I leaned out. Soaking in the fresh air, The Street was dark and relatively quiet. It was three in the morning just about the only time a collage campus settled down, at least somewhat.

Across the road, a streetlight flickered, nearly ready to burn out. It still cast enough light for me to make out the shapes of cars and buildings. In our own yard, I could see the silhouettes of tree and bushes.

And someone watching me,

I jerked back in surprize. A figure stood by a tree in the yard, about thirty feet away, where they could easily see though the window. They were close enough that I probably could have thrown something and hit them. Whoever it was, was certainly close enough that they would have seen what Lissa and I had just done.

The shadows covered them so well that even with my heightened sight, I couldn't make out any features, save for their height. They stood there for just a moment, barely discernible, and then stepped back, disappearing into the shadows cast by the trees on the far side of the yard.

I was pretty sure I saw someone else move nearby and join whoever it was before the blackness swallowed them both. Something about them set the hairs on the back of my neck on point.

Icy fear raced through me, almost- but not quite- eradicating the lovely bliss of Lissa's bite. Backing up from the window, I jerked on a pair of jeans that I found on the floor, nearly falling over in the process. Once they were on, I grabbed my coat and Lissa's, along with our wallets. Shoving my feet into the first shoes I saw, I headed out the door.

Downstairs I found Lissa in the cramped kitchen, rummaging through the refrigerator; Lissa regarded me with surprize as I bustled in.

"You shouldn't be up." She frowned disapprovingly at me.

"We have to go. Now." I said in a urgent tone.

Her eyes widened, and then a moment later, understanding clicked in. "Are you . . . Really? Are you sure?"

I nodded. I couldn't explain how I knew for sure. I just did. Lissa picked up our housemate Jeremy's car keys,- He had told us we could borrow his car in an emergency, and this certainly was- The car was parked four blocks away.

"Come on," I told her. "We've got to move." We stepped outside; heading towards the corner the car was parked on. I was still dizzy from the bite and kept stumbling awkwardly, unable to move as quickly as I wanted. Lissa had to catch me hold of me a few times to stop me from falling over.

All the time, that anxiety rushed into me from her head. I tried my best to ignore it: I had my own fears to deal with.

"What are we going to do if they catch us?" she whispered.

"They won't," I said fiercely. "I won't let them."

"But they've found us-"

"They found us before. They didn't catch us then, We'll just drive over to the train station and go to L.A. They'll lose the trail." I made it sound simple. I always did, even though there was nothing simple about being on the run from the people we'd grown up with. We'd been doing it for two years, hiding wherever we could and just trying to finish high school. We were so close to freedom.

She said nothing more, and I felt her faith in me surge up once more. This was the way it always had been between us, I was the one who took action, who made sure things happened- sometimes recklessly so. She was the more reasonable one, the one who thought things out and researched them before acting out. Both styles had there uses. But at the moment, recklessness was called for. We didn't have time to hesitate.

"Do you hear that?" she asked suddenly.

It took me a few seconds to pick up what her sharper senses already had. Footsteps, moving fast. I grimaced. We had two more blocks to go.

"We've got to run for it," I said, catching hold of her arm.

"But you can't-"

"Run." I whispered.

It took every ounce of my willpower not to pass out on the sidewalk. My body didn't want to run after losing blood or while still metabolizing the effects of Lissa's saliva. But I commanded my muscles to stop their bitching and clung to Lissa as out feet pounded against the concrete. Normally I could have out run her without any extra effort- particularly since she was barefoot- but tonight, she was all that held me upright.

The pursuing footsteps grew louder, closer. Black stars danced before my eyes. Ahead of us, I could just make out Jeremy's green Honda. Oh God, if we could just make it-

Ten feet from the car, someone stepped directly into our path. We came to a screeching holt, and I jerked Liss back by her arm. It was the person who had been watching us through the window.

The footsteps behind us slowed, and I knew our pursuers had caught up. Off to the side, I detected more movement, more people closing in. God. They'd sent almost a dozen guardians to retrieve us. I couldn't believe it. The queen herself didn't travel with this many.

Panicked and not entirely in control of my higher reasoning I acted out of instinct. I pressed Lissa, keeping her behind me and away from the guardians who had been watching us, they seemed to be the leader.

"Leave her alone," I growled. "Don't touch her."

The leaders face was unreadable, but they held out their hands in what was apparently supposed to be some sort of calming gesture like I was a rabid animal they were planning to sedate.

"I'm not going to-"

The leader took a small step forward. Too close.

I attacked, leaping out in an offensive manoeuvre I hadn't used in two years, not since Lissa and I had run away. The move was stupid, another reaction born of instinct and fear. And it was hopeless. The guardian was skilled, not a novice who hadn't finished their training. They also weren't on the verge of passing out.

The guardian, was fast. I'd forgotten how fast guardians could be, how they could move and strike like cobra's. The guardian knocked me off as though brushing away a fly, and their hands slammed into me and sent me backwards. I don't think they had intended to strike that hard, but my lack of coordination interfered with my ability to respond. Unable to catch my footing, I started to fall, heading straight towards the sidewalk at a twisted angel, hip-first. It was going to hurt. A lot.

Only it didn't.

Just as quickly as they blocked me, they reached out and caught my arm, keeping me upright. When I'd steadied myself, I finally let myself actually look at the guardian in front of me.

They were older then us; maybe in their mid-twenties, with tan skin like most guardian's but this dhampir had skin the colour of an inside of an almond, and dark brown almost black hair that was tied in a high sleek pony tail. She had large deep brown eyes that were heavily lined with thick jet black lashes. She was tiny, about 5.5-5.6. Her face was set in a guardian mask but I could see the kindness in her eyes. And under different circumstances-say, when she wasn't holding up our desperate escape- I would have though she was hot.

But hotness was irrelevant now. She was the only obstacle keeping Lissa and me away from freedom.

I suddenly noticed she was staring at me too-or, more precisely, my neck. Still disoriented, I didn't get it right away. Then slowly, my free hand reached up to the side of my throat and lightly touched the wound Lissa had made. When I pulled my fingers back they were covered in slick dark blood.

Embarrassed, I shook my hair out so that it fell forward over my face. I had grown my hair longer than usual for this precise reason.

The girl's brown eyes lingered on the now-covered bite a moment longer and then met mine. I returned her look defiantly and quickly jerked out of the surprisingly tight hold- seeing as her hand were half the size of mine-. She let me go, though I knew she could have restrained me all night if she wanted to.

Fighting the nauseating dizziness, I backed toward Lissa again, bracing myself for another attack. Suddenly her hand caught hold of mine. "Dimitri," she said quietly. "Don't . . ."

Her words had no effect on me at first, but calming thoughts gradually began to settle in my mind, coming across though the bond. Even I knew struggling would be pointless now, we were hopelessly outnumbered and outclassed. The tension left my body and I sagged in defeat.

Sensing my resignation, the woman stepped forward, turning her attention to Lissa. Her face kind and calm. She swept her a bow and managed to look graceful doing it. "My name is Rosemarie Hathaway," She said, her voice soft and sweet like honey. "I've come to take you back to St. Vladimir's Academy, Princess . . ."

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