Hey Guys, this is my first VA Fanfic. I hope you guys enjoy it!

I do not own anything other than the plot of The Magic Within. Richelle Mead owns everything else.

Chapter 1 - A New Guardian

"Rose! Rose!" I groaned and pulled the closest pillow I could grab over my head to block out the noise. "Rose, come one!" Lissa called followed by banging that I assumed was her knocking loudly on my door.

"What?" I mumbled back.

"Your late Rose, your appointment with Headmistress Kirova is in 10 minutes!"

"Oh.. Shit!" I called jumping out of bed and stumbled to the door and unlocked it letting my best friend Vasilisa Dragomir or 'Lissa' to her friends and family.

"How very Princess like Rose" she scolded me.

I rolled my eyes at her and ran into my closet. "I hate Monday's."

"You remember what you need to say right?" Lissa called from her spot at the end of my bed.

I threw on a black sweater dress, black opaque tights and my tan coat and walked back into the room towards Lissa. She was sitting gracefully, curling the ends of her golden curls around her finger as she spoke.

"Yes, I remember we went over it all last night. I've got it."

Lissa frowned but nodded. "Ok, come here." She patted the spot next to her and grabbed some make up out of her bag that she had brought over. I did as she asked. She added some pale pink lip gloss to my lips and added some mascara lengthening my already dark long lashes. She periodically checked the time. Lissa brushed my hair quickly before pinning it on top of my head in a bun.

I was use to Lissa playing with my face and hair. She had a passion for it and I was always happy to please her by letting her doll me up. Lissa and I had been best friends since we were 3 when we both started here at St Vladimir's Academy. We'd been inseparable ever since. Lissa was there for me during the hardest times of my life. Three years ago I had been in a car crash. I'd survived with only minor injuries but my mother and father died. Leaving me as the last Mazur alive and the Princess. There were 12 royal families in our world and each had a Prince or Princess who was involved with all the politics, while the rest of the family partied and use their 'Royal' status for their own personal gain.

After my parents died that left me with the responsibility of being Princess Rosemarie Mazur, I had no other family. It was a huge roll to live up to. I had only two months left of school before I graduate and move to Court where I'd really get into the politics of the Moroi and Dhampir world. I'd be spending my time in meetings with other Royals and Queen Tatiana Ivashkov. It wasn't something I was looking forward to. Queen Tatiana and I had a strained relationship at best. She wanted me to grow into the Royal Princess she wanted me to be and I just wanted to rebel and be a normal, irresponsible kid. After the last 3 years and many heated discussions I had agreed to pick up my act a bit for the sake of the Mazur line. I wanted to make my parents proud.

"Ok done!" Lissa announced happily. She pushed my towards the full length mirror on my wall. My dark hair that usual fell down to my lower back in curls was pinned in a perfect bun. I was lucky to have my father's skin so it was darker than most Moroi. Closer to a Dhampir's coloured skin. I grinned at her work and gave her a quick hug. At least it didn't look like I had only woken 10 minutes ago. She threw some ballet flats at me and we walked out the room together. I always appreciated her help. To be honest if anyone deserved to be the princess it was Lissa. She would do a much better job at it than I. But that just wasn't how our world works. I gave her another hug when we reach her door down the hall. "Good luck! Let me know how it goes. I'll see you in class."

"I will" I promised before leaving the building and headed towards the administration building.

The sun had only just started to descend beginning the day for all us Moroi and Dhampir. The campus was mostly empty, the sunlight wasn't good for us Vampire's so we were 'nocturnal creatures' if you will. Dhampir's were much luckier than that, the sun didn't faze them but they still lived on our schedule. Only because of some silly reason that they couldn't reproduce together. Dhampir's had to be intimate with a Moroi in order to have any children and they would be born a Dhampir. Moroi could have children together, with Dhampir or humans although the latter was frowned upon. Because of these unusual Dhampir genes, they devoted their lives to protect Moroi like myself from the evil vampire's Strigoi, to continue their race. It was silly in my opinion and I hoped that one day I would be able to rectify it so Dhampir's could live freely like we did. Instead of being shunned into 'Blood whore' communes as they were called. Where Dhampir's didn't protect the Moroi and instead raised their children instead of sending them off to academies like St Vladimir's.

I pulled my coat in closer around my body cursing the cold weather of Montana. I understood that keeping our existence a secret from human's was needed but did it really mean that we had to generally live in the coldest and low populated parts of the world? Of course it did. When I finally made it into the administration building the Guardian on duty noticed my presence and walked towards the Headmistresses office. Guardians were the Dhampir that chose to defend the Moroi, not that they had much choice if they didn't want to be disowned by society. A minute later he returned and asked me to enter.

Headmistress Kirova was sitting behind her desk with her normal scowl on her face. The woman had always reminded me of a vulture. With her long nose and narrowed eyes. I glanced around the room as I took the seat across from her noting Guardian Petrov or Alberta as I called her when their weren't people around and another Guardian that I had never seen here before. He was definietly new because I would have remembered if I had seen him before. He was taller than anyone I had met. Maybe 6'6 or 6'7. He was well built like most Guardians that spent their lives training. He wore the black clothes of a Guardian but had a long brown coat on over like a cowboy. A 'duster' I'm pretty sure they're called. His dark hair was pulled into a pony tail at the base of his neck. The man was gorgeous and easily about 26 years old. He had the emotionless hard face of a Guardian. His eyes glanced around the room every few moments as he stood up against the wall motionless.

Kirova looked up at me with narrowed eyes. If my relationship with Queen Tatiana was strained than Ellen Kirova and I were enemies. I'd spent the better part of the last 17 years making her life hell here at St Vlad's with my various pranks, and my don't-care attitude. She had been waiting for me to screw up for the last few months, but my behaviour was proving her initial assumptions about me incorrect and it was driving her mad. "Headmistress Kirova, how are you?" I asked with my most innocent face making her eyes narrow further.

"Rosemarie" She nodded knowing I hated people using my full name. I kept the scowl off my face with a lot of effort. "I spoke with Queen Ivashkov yesterday, she asked how you have been and how your behaviour has been of late." I nodded happily knowing she wouldn't have been able to dish out any dirt on me to the Queen.

"She told me to relay the message that she is happy with your grades and your attitude." I grinned knowing how hard it must be for Kirova to say those things. She knew it too.

"That's very nice of Queen Ivashkov."

"Yes, well she has also assigned you a Guardian. Guardian Belikov here." She pointed to the gorgeous Guardian to the side. "Will be your sanctioned Guardian from now on. He will accompany you to your classes and will be with you at all times including whenever you leave the academies grounds as well as when you graduate and leave for Court." My innocent expression fell and my mouth dropped open. I had my own Guardian already?

The Guardian in question left his spot against the wall and approached me. "Princess Mazur, it is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Guardian Dimitri Belikov." He swooped into a low bow much more graceful than I would have expected from a man with of his enormous size. He had a Russian accent and I tried not to swoon at it. Kirova was looking at me intently. She knew this would be something I wouldn't like, having someone follow me around all day. I liked to think of myself as a free-spirit person. My jaw locked for a moment as my anger rose. Kirova sat forward in anticipation for my outburst. I swallowed the words on my lips and instead managed a smile. I stood up from my seat and stepped towards the Russian. If I could have anyone follow me around all day, he was at least good to look at.

I wanted to pat myself on the back for looking at the silver lining but I felt it might be inappropriate right now. Maybe later. I held out my hand and Guardian Belikov took it and gave me a firm shake. "Thank you, Guardian Belikov." He didn't smile but his dark brown eyes did, before he dropped my hand and fell back into his spot against the wall. I heard Kirova sigh loudly, disappointment clear on her face.

I gave her a knowing smirk and took my seat again. "Headmistress, I have a favour to ask. With the dance next weekend Lissa and I were wondering if you would give us permission to do some shopping one day this week."

Kirova looked down at the paperwork on her desk, she looked like she had had enough of my presence for one day. "You have my permission Rosemarie, Guardian Belikov will escort you both along with a couple other academy Guardians. If that will be all you are dismissed." She didn't even look up as she spoke.

I held in my humour at ruining her day already. "Thank you Headmistress, have a pleasant day." I chuckled quietly before leaving the room, Guardian Belikov on my tail.

When we exited the building I stopped and waited for Guardian Belikov to fall into step beside me. "Princess?" He asked me questionably.

I held up my hand "It's not Princess, or Rosemarie. My name's Rose, so please call me Rose."

He nodded. "Well than please call me Dimitri."

I smiled. "I think I can do that." I started walking again and gave Dimitri a pointed look to walk with me. "I'd rather not have a shadow. When I'm not with anyone else I'd rather you walk with me." He nodded and scanned the area.

"So you're stuck with me, lucky you." I rolled my eyes all innocent façade dropped.

He glanced at me sideways before resuming his search of the area. "You're not thrilled with Queen Ivashkov's decision." He stated.

I chuckled humourlessly. "Another person to look down my back every second of the day, to make sure I don't screw up. No doubt you have strict instructions to keep me in line?" He chose not to answer that. I shook my head and walked up the stairs to my room.

I closed the door on Dimitri and got changed into more casual clothes. I grabbed my black jeans that had slits over each knee and a red satin top with thin straps. I pulled a white cashmere sweater on over the top before leaving the room and walking towards Lissa's down the hall. "How'd you go?" She asked leaving the room with me as we left the building heading towards the cafeteria for breakfast. She turned when she noticed Dimitri behind us. I rolled my eyes "Lissa this is Guardian Belikov, my Guardian." Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an 'O' shape. "Yep. Dimitri this is Vasilisa Dragomir but call her Lissa."

He nodded "How do you do?"

I nudged her shoulder when she didn't respond. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm well thank you Guardian Belikov." We continued together than.

"You have a Guardian?" She whispered to me.

"Unfortunately" I muttered.

"He's hot." I frowned at her, she was supposed to be on my side. Although I couldn't deny she was correct in her statement about his appearance.

"What? It's true. It could be worse Rose. You could end up with Guardian Alto." I gasped in horror. Guardian Alto was an academy Guardian that hated me, he had the awful ability to spit every time he spoke. We hadn't got along since he started here and I refused to call him anything other than Stan. Lissa nodded. "See what I mean."

I sighed and glanced back at Dimitri. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"What did Kirova say about shopping?"

"We're going" I smiled at the only good news of the morning. Lissa squealed and clapped her hands happily making me laugh.

"How about we try for Thursday, that gives the school time to prepare and we will have enough time to make sure we have everything organised before the dance on Saturday." I nodded and turned to Dimitri who was about 3 paces behind us. "Is Thursday good for you for our shopping trip?"

"Yes, Prin... Rose. Thursday's fine, I'll advise Guardian Petrov."

"Thanks."

I grabbed two chocolate glazed donuts and took a seat at our regular table with our friends away from all the snobby royals. I didn't bother trying to impress them all to get into their click. Which had earned me a bad reputation amongst them all, not that I cared. My friends were genuine good people Lissa and I had grown up with. Mason Ashford and Eddie Castle were both Dhampir's in training to be Guardians. Mia Rinaldi, Natalie Dashkov and Christian Ozera - Lissa's emo boyfriend were all Moroi like Lissa and I. Mia was the only one of us that was a non-royal but that didn't make any difference to us.

"Well you look extra irritated today Rose." Mason commented with a smirk.

"Are you saying I always look irritated?" He just gave me a look that said 'well duh'. I smacked him over the back of the head only making him laugh. Lissa decided to tell them about Dimitri saving me having to do so.

"Guardian Belikov?" Mason asked. She nodded and he turned to me. "Do you realise how lucky you are Rose? The man's a God. He's respected by all the most well-known Guardian's and they say he can fight better than Arthur Shoenburg."

"Whatever" I mumbled only half listening.

Our morning classes went by slowly. Dimitri stood at the back of each of my classes, trying to appear inconspicuous. He failed, there was something about his presence that screamed power and authority so he was hard to miss. When lunch started I headed straight to the feeders room. Dhampir were only half vampire so they didn't need blood to survive like us Moroi. We needed blood regularly to keep healthy. We didn't have to take much to keep us going for a another day. The receptionist took my name and sent me down the hall to one of the available rooms. Dimitri followed me into the room. I didn't bother saying anything.

A middle aged human sat slumped in a lounge chair. His eyes were glazed over with a faraway look. He gave me a sloppy grin when we noticed I entered the room. I didn't enjoy this part of my life, taking the blood of human's but it was necessary and they were their voluntarily, not by force. A bite with my fangs leaves them in a drugged like trance. The human feeders were essentially addicts. I pulled up a chair beside him and he leaned his head to the side exposing his neck. I licked my lips with anticipation as I watched the blood pulse through his artery. I tried to ignore Dimitri's eyes on me as I exposed my fangs and they sunk into the man's flesh. He moaned in bliss as the endorphins in my bite took over. When I was satisfied I pulled back and placed a bit of chocolate that was on the table next to me in his hand for when he was ready to eat something. I walked over towards Dimitri and quickly glanced in the mirror to make sure I didn't have any blood on my lips.

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