This story is being re-vamped and slightly rewritten. I wrote this as a teenager and when I went to read it again recently I could help, but to cringe at some of my adolescent writing. Bare with me as I correct everything, hopefully soon all of that will be done and I can begin to add additional chapters to my story. If you haven't read this in a while and came back because of my newest update, then please read the whole story again! Things are going to change and you may get confused if you do not reread.

In the mean time enjoy!

CALIFORNIA LOVE

(Flashback)

Oh My God, My life was over. How could I let this happen? How could this even be fucking possible? Only me! Only fucking me!

I was currently in my bathroom bent over the toilet heaving, like I did every morning now, and would be for a couple months. I sat on the cold tile floor leaning my throbbing head back on the wall, as tear after tear runs down my red cheeks. I didn't care about my reputation; how Rose Hathaway "doesn't cry" It's irrelevant now. My future is ruined by something that should not be possible, something I didn't ask for, or even want. I brought my head back up and blinked away the tears trying to calm myself down a bit, but I caught sight of the white stick that doomed my future and sobs racked my body along with another wave of nausea.

There's no way I had anything but stomach acid left in me, but I don't think my body cared at the moment. After another ten minutes of torture I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet and attempted to stand up against my better judgment. My body apparently disagreed with the decision because the world around me spun until everything went black and I came crashing down into it.

(End Flashback)

"Motherfucker!" I yelped as I fell off the damn bed, taking the sheets with me. I lay on the floor unmoving, trying to block the throbbing that was coming from my head. I've had millions of hangovers in the past four years, so this wasn't anything special. Couple it with the damn concussion I swore I had from falling on the unforgiving cement floor, and it could compete to be one of the worst. As I lay there I took in my surroundings realizing these weren't my dorm walls, and these stained blue sheets were definitely not mine and this small ass twin bed was not mine either. What really tipped me off that I was in someone else's room was the fact there was a half-naked boy in the bed. No wonder I fell off, the damn thing is way too small for two people.

I carefully stood up holding the sheets to my chest, and silently moved around the room pulling my clothes on in record time. What the fuck is my underwear? I internally grumbled. I rolled my eyes and continued my hunt when a voice caught my attention.

"Looking for these?" The boy in the bed asked holding up my black lace thong, with a stupid ass smirk on his face.

"Hand them over Cam," I demand with my hand stretched out toward him.

"No, you'll just leave. Why do you think I took them in the first place?" He laughed. "If you want them you'll have to come over here," He pointed to his bed and I internally groaned I was so not in the mood for this game he liked to play.

Camden and I were in this situation more often than not. He thought were in a "relationship" even though I explained multiple times I didn't do relationships; the last one I was in didn't work out too well for me... But if he understood I wasn't in this for a relationship and kept doing what he was um... ya no doing, me to be exact, then who am I to complain? To him I was his girlfriend, but to me were simply monogamous fuck buddies.

But right now I wasn't in the mood for one of his schemes to get me to stay longer in his room, I had a killer headache from smacking my head against the damn floor coupled with all those shots I did last night, it was probably a little spirit induced but I'd rather just blame the floor and my favorite pass time. Besides the little darkness that would leak through my mental wall I have had no other shadow kissed symptoms.

"I'm serious Camden I have a big ass headache right now I'm not-" his door swung open catching me off guard. I whipped around, to see a smirking Kieran; I quickly shoved her into the room and quickly closed the door behind us. "I'm not trying to let the whole damn hall hear me Kieran," I snapped.

"Wow feisty this morning, aren't we?" She giggled.

"Shut up!" I groaned and turned to Camden, "You know what keep them, you'll have something to remember me by," I said dryly as I slipped my feet back into the sliver pumps I had been wearing last night.

I then proceeded to shoved Kieran out of the room and as I was closing the door I heard Camden's faint vice say, "I'll always remember you Ro." I just ignored him, nothing I wasn't used to. Kieran thought it was particularly hilarious and burst out in laughter.

"Kieran! For real, I have the worst fucking head ache, and your snorting isn't helping," I snapped, she was used to it though, I was a bitch when hung over.

"Slut, I don't snort," She said harshly as we entered the elevator. I laughed even though there wasn't any humor in her voice, just acid.

"I'm the slut?" I asked laughing. Despite what happened this morning Kieran had a reputation here.

"Asked the whore who has a fuck buddy everyone on campus is aware of," she laughed making a point to walk out of the elevator before I did.

I smirked and, finally able to do so, lifted one dainty eyebrow, "and how many fuck buddies do you have?" I asked. I had honestly lost count in the four years I had been here with her.

She stood at 5'11 with surprisingly tan skin for a moroi, I think living in California on a daytime schedule was the reason for that. Also unlike most moroi she has a chest and an ass the rivaled mine, well almost. Her light brown hair, streaked with sun bleached highlights, cascaded down her back in lose curls, that had fallen from the tight ones she curled her hair into last night, I guess she didn't wake up in her room either. She placed big rose colored sunglasses on her head as we moved outside shielding her emerald green eyes from the harsh sun's rays. Her facial features were soft and petite; she looked sweet and innocent, which is completely misleading because she was anything but. In one word Kieran was beautiful, and she knew it. Along with her arrogance, she was a royal moroi snob, a Voda to be exact. She wasn't too bad, she liked to drink and lived party so we got along great. She also put up with my bitchiness, as I did with hers so I was her perfect guardian. Technically I was her main guardian but she had multiple others who were constantly on campus watching from afar, her parents were nervous about her living all the way in California and sent her down when a slew of guardians. I just so happened to meet her down here after leaving the academy and she asked me to be her main guardian so her parents would get off her back. Though I really just played the part of drunk friend while all of her other guardians made sure we didn't end up strigoi snacks. I was lucky, I got free college tuition, a new friend, no real responsibilities and I got paid for it.

She laughed at my last comment and threw a slim arm around my shoulders, "ok so we're both sluts!" she said joyously, I just rolled my eyes. This was normal behavior for Kieran she was damn proud of her sexual exploits, where as I was a little more toned down. "You'll probably end up pregnant before I do though, fucking around with Cam all the time..." I stopped walking, frozen on the sidewalk by our dorm. With her arm still slung around my shoulders she was jerked to a stop, which cut off her laughter.

"What the he-" she started then she realized what she said and her sunglass clad face fell and her features softened, "Oh Ro, I-I didn't mean it, I didn't even realize-" I raised a hand to stop her.

I didn't like talking about my daughter. My daughter, how weird is that to say? I hardly ever did say it, or think about it and when I did I referred to the little girl as his daughter. I never thought I would be a good mom and I was right. I mean I didn't even know my daughter's name. I wouldn't even consider myself a mother. I'm not one. I'm just a portal through which someone was born. If I were a mother I would have raised that little girl I gave birth to, but I didn't, so I'm not a mother. I'm an egg donor… I never even stuck around long enough to figure that out what he named her, I never even held the poor thing... I had just turned eighteen when I had her there was no way I could even contemplate taking care of her. A week after I took the test I told him, he was ecstatic, a little nervous about what would happen to us, but overall happy. He barely even questioned me on how it was possible. As much as it killed me to ruin his happiness I had to break it to him that I wouldn't be keeping it. I wasn't going to get an abortion but I wanted to put it up for adoption either in the human world or ours. I didn't really care which as long as it would be taken care of, by someone who was ready for a child. He responded angrily, refusing to allow me to go through with it. Saying that he would take care of it himself. I tried to talk him out of it that I couldn't and didn't want to be a mother at this age, if I ever even wanted to at all, but he stuck to his decision and in choosing that child he chose to leave me. That pregnancy was the sole reason I wasn't with the love of my life and I very nearly hated my daughter for it.

"It's fine Kier," I said stiffly but added a smile to reassure her. Kieran's face brightened and the subject was dropped as she practically skipped into our dorm building. We had a dorm on the first floor it's easier to guard a room on the ground floor and to escape if there was ever a need. Though Cali didn't have many Strigoi. Our dorm was pretty big, because "princess" Kieran insisted they merge two rooms into one so we could have two bathrooms, two bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, and a large high-tech kitchen. Not that I was complaining because it was a very nice dorm it even had a room for guardians on duty to take a break in. I knew her parents had to pay a pretty penny for it but Kieran, like when she asked for anything, didn't bat an eyelash.

Kieran push open our always unlocked room, not bothering holding the door open for me so I didn't see who she was taking to when she walked in, "Who the hell are you?" she sneered.

"God Kieran, just slam the damn door in my face!" I knew I was over reacting, she never held doors open but for some reason my headache intensified with every step I took into the dorm. I didn't even look at the person instead I made a sharp right turn and stomped into the kitchen searching for something to relieve this headache, as I did I heard the person call out my name, well my old name, "Rose?"

The person was a girl, her voice was sweet and familiar, and I skidded to a halt outside of the Kitchen and turned around, swiftly moving back to the front room. I stopped a few feet in front of the door when I saw her. "Hi Rose," She smiled grandly, a kind of smile that you couldn't helped being pulled into.

"Princess," I said formally, and did a mini bow. Her smile faltered but she held it there forcefully, trying not to let me get to her. I took a few cautious steps into the room, and took in the sight of her, as I did I noticed my headache was diminishing. She had changed a lot. Her emerald green eyes were the only things that hadn't changed, but even they were different they were slightly darker, and she had light purple shadows under her eyes. Her hair was cropped short and curled so it was just brushing her shoulders. I had to say it did look cute, it made her look mature, but why would she cut her hair? She loved her long hair almost as much as I loved mine. Her once skinny and flat figure had changed as well. She seemed curvier, her hips wider, and her boobs even seemed to go up a size. That much was obvious the way they were spilling out of the top of her light blue sundress. She had the top two buttons on her dress undone; it was probably small around the top, because of her newly gained chest. Her dress made me feel way under dressed in my skimpy black one and silver pumps. I imagined how she saw me with my hair a mess from my pervious activities, and my dress wrinkled from spending the night on the floor. I crossed my arms over my chest self- consciously, "You cut your hair?" She seemed to relax slightly, I guess she expected me to bitch her out after all these years. She patted her curls down nervously and gave me a small smile and a nod in confirmation.

"Why?" I prompted.

"Chrissa's a hair puller, so I cut it to save myself some grief," She said unsurely, I guess she wasn't used to the short style of her hair yet.

"Chrissa?" I squeaked. The way she talked about her made her sound like a child, was that my- I mean Dimitri's daughter?

"Oh, umm... I forgot you didn't know. Krissa's my daughter, she's six months old," Lissa broke out into a proud smile, only a mother talking about her child would wear.

"Oh, w-well con- congratulations," I stuttered. I was shocked Lissa had gotten pregnant so young, that was something expected of me, but defiantly not her.

"Sorry to interrupt this moment, but..." Kieran clapped her hands together loudly gaining mine and Lissa's attention. "Who are you, what do you want with Ro, and why were you in my dorm uninvited?" Kieran spat getting in Lissa's face. God, she could be such a handful. I expected Lissa to cower under Kieran's glare but instead she pursed her lips and placed and manicured hand on Kieran's shoulder, taking a step back.

She didn't acknowledge Kieran's questions instead she turned to me with a raised eyebrow, "Ro?"

I just shrugged my shoulders, "New place, new name," I told her simply. "Why are you here?" I asked restating Kieran's question. Kieran was facing me after Lissa's question and I gave her a stern look that said, "Sit down and shut the fuck up." Kieran moved away from Lissa and moved to the couch where a set scowl was placed on her face.

"I came here to summon you back to the academy."

"Summon Me?" I repeated my voice full of distain. "I'm not going anywhere with you, I'm staying here, with my charge," I only said this to hurt her to emphasize I wasn't her guardian, If I really wanted to get to her I would call Kieran my best friend, but for some reason I could never consider Kieran my best friend. A great drinking buddy, yes defiantly, fun to be around, hell yeah! Someone I could rely on and trust? Fuck no... She was just too into herself to really help and care for another person, and when she did show anything not selfish it was only there for a moment before her rude snide sarcastic snob self-came back, but for those same reasons that's why I liked her. All she wanted to do was party and have a good time, and so did I, she didn't ask questions, analyze or notice anything, which was beneficial for me.

"Yes, Rose. We need more Guardians at the academies and I volunteered to come and get you and bring you to St. Vladimir's." Her face was hard, in seriousness. She didn't volunteer, everyone else probably refused and she got the short end of the stick. "I know you have a charge now, but we are pulling a lot of Guardians away from charges who don't need a guardian especially ones with more than one guardian." Her eyes flickered to Kieran, who shot daggers back at her.

Even though I told her mentally to shut the hell up Kieran couldn't help but run her big ass mouth. "You aren't taking Ro anywhere, she's my Guardian. I'm a Voda who the hell do you think you are ordering my Guardian to leave me?" She spat shooting out of her seat but not crossing the room. Again, Lissa ignored her and turned to me.

"You really don't have a choice Rose its court ordered," she produced a paper from her purse and handed it to me. I didn't read all of it but did see Queen Bitch's big ass signature at the bottom. My face turned red with anger. This shit couldn't be happening; I couldn't go back to that place that held so many horrible memories for me. I looked down at the paper again and read the last sentence.

If Guardian Rosemarie Hathaway refuses her court ordered duty then she shall be taken from her current residence and tried for treason.

I sighed, and glared at Lissa, "When do we leave?" I asked annoyed, there was no way I was getting out of this.

"As soon as you're packed."

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