This idea has been knocking around in my head for a while now, and I just want to get it out there. So, I've decided to simply sit my butt down, and write. Reviews and constructive criticisms and welcomed! Thank You!

Disclaimer: I own the plot and idea. I do not own Vampire Academy. All rights go to Richelle Mead.

Set after those famous four words. Rose Hathaway has not been heard from or seen for 5 years. The Moroi/Dhampir world is now falling apart with rising Strigoi numbers and falling dhampir numbers. Now, Rose Mazur has received the call for help, and she's a coming! And the best part? She's bringing a few friends who know how to kick ass and raise hell.

Prologue

Rose Hathaway

I smiled a watery smile at the men before me before hoisting my duffle bag onto my shoulder.

"Well, I guess this is it…" I trailed off.

Adrian and Eddie smiled back at me, soft, sad smiles.

"Try and call me as soon as you get there, wherever 'there' is." Eddie said, pulling me into a tight bear hug.

I hugged him back. Eddie Castile was and always will be one of my most loyal friends, one of my best. Holy shit I would miss him. But I had to go, to take this new opportunity, whatever it was.

"Little Dhampir," Adrian murmured as I embraced him, "promise to keep in touch?"

"If I don't you have your ways of keeping me in touch," I grinned, flicking his forehead.

He chuckled, "I suppose I do."

I pulled back and grinned, staring into his eyes. "For what it's worth, you weren't the worst boyfriend I ever had, actually, due to the small sample size, you're actually in the top three."

"I knew it! Ha!" Adrian boasted, a self-satisfied grin on his arrogant face.

The three of us stood still for a moment, not sure of what to do, not wanting to say goodbye when Christian came back from the restroom. He coughed uncomfortably and fidgeted in place.

"Ok, I guess…this is it. Thanks for the lift…I guess." He muttered. Sparky and his wondrous social skills, at least I would have that to keep me company.

The three guys exchanged some awkward man hugs, before we truly had to leave or risk missing our flights. As I stepped through the security barrier, I looked back at the two remaining people who hadn't abandoned me. Eddie and Adrian waved one last time, and I managed a weak smile before moving further through security with Christian. We passed through metal detectors and collected our bags out on the other end before heading toward our gate.

"Rose. Please stop. Please stay away."

In an undertone, I murmured, "This isn't over. I won't give up on you."

"I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has."

I busted out of the church, fighting back tears, not wanting to breakdown in public. I am Rose freaking Hathaway. I do not cry. I do not cry. I do not cry. I do not possess tear ducts. I kept up my chant until I couldn't anymore. Collapsing in a secluded alley, I just couldn't stop the tears.

Swiping angrily at one that fell down my cheek, I laughed, a strange, hysterical sound that tore from my throat. I was so goddamn foolish to believe that all would be ok now. That Dimitri and I would simply run back into each other's arms and we'd all live happily ever after. I never thought he'd ignore me. But no, he treats me like trash his needs to desperately throw away while kissing the ground Lissa walked on. I mean I just quit school, busted out a criminal from the highest ranking security prison, and put my life and heart on the line for him! And what did Lissa do? Get herself kidnapped, shoved the stake through his heart, and then treats him like her baby while shoving aside everyone else. I knew things between her and Christian were shakey, and it was just getting worse as she focused all her attention on Dimitri.

I pushed back the anger threatening to pull me in, I needed to calm down, to think rationally.

I needed…I needed..I need…

"Petrov."

"Alberta?" I said as I paced in my room, "it's Rose Hathaway. I need your help. I need a job. Now. Anywhere, I don't care where it is, I just need out of Court."

"Rose? Wha-what do you mean?" Came Alberta's surpised voice.

"A job. Far, far away from Court. Please." I pleaded, ending in a whisper.

She signed through the phone. "I'll call out a contact I have, I think I may have something for you."

"Thank you." I breathed out in relief, falling back onto my bed before the sheer emotional impact of the day lulled my to a fitful sleep.

When Alberta called back, the sun had just risen. She had found me a job, and my flight left at midnight, or noon by Moroi standards. That gave me enough time to do what I had to do…

A few minutes later I found myself in front of a familiar door, poised to knock. But before I could, he door swung back, and Adrian was there. He seemed to know what was about to occur, seeming to peacefully resign himself to that fact.

"Come in." He said, sweeping aside and letting me come in.

I headed toward the couch as he went toward the fridge and poured himself a drink. He came back and plopped down beside me on the couch.

"Little Dhampir," he sighed, "what are we going to do with you?"

I didn't reply, simply looking down and forcing a tight smile onto my face.

"This is it, isn't it?" Adrian murmured before taking a sip of his drink.

With a rueful smile, I replied, "Is it really that obvious?"

"Well, I can just read you well. And your aura's practically been screaming it at me since, well since Belikov's been back if I'm honest."

There was no anger, no resentment in his tone, just resigned sadness. God, this so did not help my guilt or make any of this any easier.

"You don't know how badly I wish I could commit myself to you Adrian. I really wish I could, but you have to know, that – that we would've never worked out in the end. Too many variables against us. Like your father for one. "

"And this twisted, fucked up society in general."

"And your love of drinking and smoking."

"And your inability to love anyone the way you love Belikov." Adrian said, slipping an arm around me. I leaned into him, wondering how he could be so accepting when he had every right to yell and throw stuff. This was the most amiable breakup ever, I mused.

I couldn't dispute that, not when I know it's the truth. "Yeah, I supposed there's that too…"

Together, we sat in companionable silence for a while.

"I'm leaving." I blurted out. "Tonight. I need to get away, I can't stay here. Not anymore."

Adrian shot up and then kneeled in front of me with pleading eyes, "Little Dhampir…"

"No, please don't. Do not try to stop me. I know what I'm giving up; you, Eddie, Lissa, my job. I know Adrian! But I just don't know who I am anymore. All my life I thought I knew what I wanted; to become a kick-ass Guardian, graduate, and guard Lissa. But no, not anymore. I cannot guard someone who ignores me, shames me, belittles me, I just cannot do it anymore Adrian!" I ended with a whisper, sinking further into the couch.

Adrian's eyes softened, and he sat back onto the couch, knowing not to fight me.

"Will you promise to remember me once you're gone, out into the big scary world?" He quipped.

"You're pretty unforgettable." I grinned.

"Damn straight!" He cheered and we both laughed.

He leaned forward and kissed me softly. This was not a romantic kiss, it was a kiss goodbye, to us, and to me.

We pulled back, and I smiled, feeling the most content I had in days. Hell, let's be honest here, in months!

"You know who else is hurting?" Adrian suddenly asked.

I turned to him inquiringly.

"Christian. You know how him and Lissa were beginning to patch things up? Yeah, well, considering Lissa's been spending all her time with Belikov and those kiss-ass royals, you know, the ones she calls her 'friends?' Anyway, he's been feeling rather neglected, again. Oh, and add to the fact that Lissa was seen leaving a club in the arms of a certain Aaron Dashkov…yeah, not helping their situation. I think he's done. Truly and completely done with her."

I stared back wide eyed. What the hell. What was wrong with Lissa? What was wrong with the world!? I had not heard of any of this! Shit, how out of it have I been? I'd never thought I'd say this but…poor Fire Crotch.

It was this line of thinking that led me to Christian Ozera's door. After copious amounts of knocking, the door finally opened to reveal Christian Ozera, looking tired and without his usual sardonic smirk.

Before he could say anything I started, "I'm leaving, tonight. I've got a new job, and if you want to come with me, be at my room at 9 o'clock sharp." I then turned to leave, not waiting for his reply.

"You want to know how I found her?" Christian's voice suddenly rang out. I paused and turned.

"Found her leaving the Dashkov wing, doing the walk of shame." He laughed bitterly. "When I confronted her about it she lashed out. As if it was my fault, that I drove her into the arms of Dashkov. Then I confronted her about Belikov, about how she doesn't need to baby him, how she should let you speak to him."

I stared, surprised. Christian Ozera, standing up for me?

"She called me a cruel, heartless asshole. That I needed to grow up and see the 'trauma and emotional breakdown' Belikov's going through or get the fuck out of her life." Okay, that's just plain harsh.

"9 o'clock." I repeated. He nodded before shutting the door.

"Rose, Rose." Christian's voice shocked me out of the memories I had fallen into.

"We're boarding." He said, getting up.

I retrieved my duffle, stood, and headed to the gate.

I had a broken heart, a bag of personal belongings, a plane ticket, a Sparky, and an uncertain future. So, with a heavy heart and queasy stomach, I set off, to take on my new life.

Hoped you enjoyed that! I know this concept has been done to death, but just bear with me, I promise some surpises along the way. Please read and review!