A/N: Okay so this is my first Fan-Fic for The VA series but that doesn't mean to go easy on me...I'm just trying this story on at the moment and I kinda promised myself that I wouldn't do a Fan-Fic until all the books were out, but promises are just made to be broken…Kicks off after Blood Promise, my bleak version of Spirit Bound…I say that because no-one could come close to writing it other than the mastermind herself Richelle Mead.

Edit: What started out as a prediction with this story, I turned it into an alternative ending by Chapter thirteen ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy Series or any of the characters obviously Richelle Mead owns it all (if I did then Dimitri wouldn't be a Strigoi), so NO Copyright Infringement Intended, it's just for Fan-Fic purposes only and to tie me over until Spirit Bound comes out!

Warning: This content contains language that may offend some people; I strongly advise discretion...lol I've always wanted to say that.

Broken Promises 'Spirit Bound'

Prologue

EVEN THOUGH I HAD MY skepticism about whether God existed or not, now I believed there was no such place as Heaven.

Surely if Heaven did exist, then I'll be lying down somewhere in a luxurious bed, wrapped up in Dimitri's arms, and we would be free to express our love for one another; without any judgments and certainly without any worries. He would still be the Dimitri I grew to love and he would have never been turned into a Strigoi.

Hell on the other hand was probably best described when considering my life. I was living on the edge, constantly trapped in a dark nightmare screaming to wake up. But then when I think of Dimitri's life and him living as an unnatural twisted Strigoi.

I often think that maybe he's the one living in Hell, and he's waiting for me to wake him up. I could cuss God all I want about how he let this happen. But what good would it do? It's not going to magically turn Strigoi Dimitri back into the dhampir Dimitri nor will he? Well, after finding out about a crazy guy Robert Duro who claims to have this crazy idea about how to change a Strigoi back into their former self? I have been contemplating on how to go about it―even though it was just that, a crazy idea.

The real twist of this nightmare? Is that my sworn enemy Victor Dashkov just happened to be that crazy guy's half brother. I know, I know impossible right? Especially how cunning Victor could be, and he obviously won't talk until I give him what he wants, and that's along the lines of breaking him out of jail, but I'll get to that story later.

So, about God and his existence?

Well, all my life I had believed that God was just a figment of ones imagination. An unexplained superiority that people just wanted to believe existed, but with my life, and how it had turned out recently? Now I wasn't so sure.

I was like a cat with nine lives, living in a world of constant battles and cheating death over and over again. Yeah, maybe God did exist. Maybe because of Him, Lissa was able to heal me from the car accident that I supposedly died from; which now made me psychically bonded with her or what I had later learned shadow-kissed. Maybe it was because of God, why I never fell off that bridge the night in Russia, when I successfully escaped from Strigoi Dimitri.

Maybe, just maybe Mason was meant to have died the night in Spokane, when we were held captive from Isaiah in order to keep me alive. But I was beginning to think that something, or rather someone beyond our power did exist in the world, and me being alive? I was living proof of that.

In my world there were different types of vampires that exist in secrecy, the good ones; which we call Moroi, and the bad ones; which are called Strigoi. A Moroi is born and can easily die. They're usually described as tall, slim and paler than most.

They do have fangs, but often shy them away from humans in order to prevent them from being discovered. Although there are some humans like Sydney out there called Alchemists. They're sworn to keep our kind a secret from the world and clear up any suspicions that humans might lead to us being discovered, still we kept ourselves hidden. Moroi specialize in a way that they have the ability to wield magic from the four elements, Earth, Fire, Air and Water. And a new discovered fifth element that was never heard of 'Spirit'.

That's what Lissa specializes in, and why she had the ability to bring me back from the car accident. There are twelve Royal lines among the Moroi community, which makes them a valuable aspect. They can eat food but mainly prefer to drink blood, and usually their main food source is from humans that willingly give themselves up to donate small amounts of blood.

These humans are what we call feeders. Although they don't die from a Moroi bite. They do however become addicts from the intoxicating endorphins you get from it (speaking from personal experience) and it's almost impossible to stop the cravings.

The thing about being a Strigoi was that they were made and not born―either forcefully or purposefully. It was the most unnatural thing that you could become when it came to my world, and Dimitri's fate lost out and was made one of them.

They're the bad vampires; they're a twisted form of sorts that stalk their prey in order to drink their blood. They are immortal with strong and fast reflexes and often kill their victims. Their main targets are Moroi, especially one of the Royals. Wiping out Royal lines from the Moroi communes give them power and I think they prefer their blood from any others.

There are three ways of killing Strigoi, all could be difficult depending on how well trained you were. Decapitation was one of them; which is almost impossible in any given situation, but that's how I earned my first molnija marks the night in Spokane.

Another form you could try was setting them on fire; which thanks to Christian and his specialty with fire elements proved that that method was easy when our school was ransacked with Strigoi, and he and I made one kickass of a team. But overall staking them in the chest with a Silver stake was the most active form of vanquishing Strigoi, because Silver stakes were wielded with the four elements from Moroi magic.

I however am none of the two; I am what we call a dhampir―half-vampire and half-human. We're the natural offsprings from a Moroi and human getting together. My mother is a dhampir too, Guardian Janine Hathaway.

But our relationship is by far off from being a perfect mother/daughter relationship, due to the fact that I was shipped off to the Academy's care right before I could even walk, and to add to my not-so-perfect family drama.

I just found out that I have a rogue mobster as a father Mr. Abraham Mazur (Zmey) I heard someone call him. I know, I know, you're thinking I got the wrong end of the stick right? Well not really. Some of my awesome traits came from these two, even though it was full of sarcasm, stubbornness and not to mention out of control impulses―and I gotta hand it to the old man Zmey; I know for sure I got my badass side from him and, well, my awesome hair.

The same hair that the old-Dimitri loved, but it was kind of weird seeing it on Abe with his rich-pirate-wannabe style, after all he's probably involved with a top secretive organization with illegal written all over it. I always thought I got most of my flaws from my mother, but all she gave me was my good looks (not that I'm complaining) and a hardhead. I was gifted with natural human strength and curves with a killer tan, while having the oddity of a vampire's reflexes and strong senses. I know, we did come out better off than most, but that's what I am, a dhampir. That's what Dimitri had been before he was turned.

We train to protect Moroi from Strigoi in order to become a guardian.

My whole life I had been taught that guarding Moroi was an honor to have on my record, when it came to being a Dhampir; certainly it was better than being a blood whore―which thanks to Dimitri, I had become one for a week when I was held at Galina's estate back in Russia.

If you weren't a guardian then dhampir women either become blood whores. By letting Moroi men drink blood while having sex. It's considered dirty and kinky and dhampir women were often degraded because of it. Some women chose to live a different life away from academy lifestyles in order to raise their children. That's what Dimitri's mother Olena Belikova had done, and why Dimitri was brought up in a blood whore commune back in Baia.

Guardians have a form of mantra in regards of protecting Moroi, they come first.

It's what was drummed in my head since I was little, being a dhampir meant being a guardian for the Moroi, that they come first. And until recently, I had been selfish enough to think of me first; which resulted in me dropping out of the Academy and most importantly abandoning my best friend Lissa, in order to keep my promise, and free Dimitri's soul from the twisted undead Strigoi life that he now claimed, and which I had later learned that I had supposedly failed to do that one too.

It had only been a month since being back here at the Academy and I already felt like I couldn't stand it. My classes were the same; mostly uneventful and boring and my constant struggles of trying to push out the information I had received from Dimitri had taken its toll on me.

Even though it had been only a month, it surprised me that there was still no sign of Dimitri. Ugh! I hated waiting, and as odd as it may sound, I kind of hoped he would just get it over with already. It was exhausting to say the least.

I didn't know how I felt knowing that the man I once loved had been turned Strigoi and still lurked the shadows of the night, and certainly didn't know if I could kill him, again. The best part of being back was that Lissa and I had finally fallen back into our old patterns of friendship. It was comforting having her around all the time, especially now that Christian was out of the picture.

I mean don't get me wrong I like Christian and he was starting to grow on me, but their relationship was complicated and I refused to come between the two. But right now? I kind of liked it having her all to myself, just like old times.

Yes that was a little selfish of me to say and I do hope Christian and Lissa eventually work their problems out, but in the meantime it did feel like old times, an emphasis on 'old times' which for me could mean a lot when it came to my life.

Especially when it came to the most important people in my life. My best friend Lissa also known as Vasilisa Dragomir was the last of her royal line and a Dragomir princess. She's an asset to the Moroi commune and is the most targeted from Strigoi, and in less than a month―I will be her guardian officially this coming graduation.

My greatest challenge yet, was trying to keep my promise I had made to my mother and actually stay and graduate.

A/N: I know how prologues can be a drag and you want to get straight to the point so Chapter One is already up! Don't forget to review and tell me what you think ;)