Intro:

AN: Since Adrian Ivashkov is pretty much my favorite character in any book series, (okay, I don't actually have a favorite, but if I did he'd be it! lol) I've decided to write in his point of view, since most VA fanfictions are either in Rose's POV or Dimitri's POV.I think it would be fun to write from his POV, just because of his personality and attitude. I plan on doing each chapter that he's mentioned in from Frostbite all the way to Blood Promise (there will be spoilers for those who haven't read it yet) and I'll put in a series within this fanfiction of people's dreams that he 'walks' in on, as well as Spirit sessions with Lissa. Most of the chapters will be directly from the books, but I may add a few made up ones if I have time. School is starting soon so I don't know how often I'll be able to update, so be patient!

I don't own any characters or plot. Everything belongs to the amazingly talented Richelle Mead.

Ch. One: Little Dhampir (APOV)

I leaned against the wall outside my room where I was staying at the ski-lodge in Idaho. I came here every year during Christmas time to get away from the Royal Court. The view at the ski-lodge was nothing like the one in Court, especially during winter when snow covered the trees and mountain peaks. It was a good escape.

So were my clove cigarettes. And my alcohol. Those were great escapes. Since Strigoi attacks were on the rise, people were freaking out, and therefore, auras were getting out of control. Not something I wanted to deal with now, especially since I was supposed to be here on vacation. I sighed and lit my cigarette, staring out into the open, not really seeing anything. As soon as I took a drag of my cigarette, the auras went away. Wow. That was easy.

A few minutes later, just as I was convinced that I wouldn't be feeling any auras anytime soon, it hit me. Hard. Someone was walking near me with an aura so dark and so strong, I felt overpowered by it, regardless of how 'medicated' I was. After being hit by a tsunami of auras from this person, that was when I smelled them. Definitely a girl. Just then, she walked by me, and again, I felt like I was hit by some unseen force. Not because of her aura or scent this time, but because of her striking beauty.

"Hey, little dhampir," I called out, hoping to catch her attention.

She looked up at me, startled. Then her expression turned wary and she crossed her arms, looking at me. Not in a checking me out kind of way (unfortunately), but more of a trying-to-figure-you-out kind of way. Damn, she was gorgeous.

"Yeah?" she asked.

She turned toward me and that was when I really saw her. My eyes swept over her body in a not-so-subtle way of checking her out. I couldn't help it. She was probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She had long dark brown hair and brown eyes. Even though she was bundled up in winter clothes, I could see she had curves that would drive any man crazy. Then I noticed her black eye. Hmm. I was definitely going to find out how that happened.

I shrugged, trying to be casual. "Just saying hi, that's all."

She waited for me to continue, but all I could do was stare at her, stuffing my hands into my coat pockets like an idiot. Then she gave a shrug of her own and started to walk away.

"You smell good, you know." I said suddenly, wanting to keep her there.

She stopped walking and gave me a puzzled look, which just made her even more adorable, so I smiled in return.

"I…um, what?" she asked.

"You smell good." I repeated. Damn Ivashkov! I thought. She's just another girl. You hang out with hot girls all the time. Stop being so nervous and stop saying stupid things!

"Are you joking?" she asked incredulously. "I've been sweating all day. I'm disgusting."

There was something about her, despite her black aura she had earlier, which mysterious disappeared. I wanted to get to know her a little more, try to solve this mystery about this girl…

"Sweat isn't a bad thing," I said, leaning against the wall looking up at the sky, thinking of what to say next. "Some of the best things in life happen while sweating." I would know ha ha. "Yeah, if you get too much of it and it gets old and stale, it turns pretty gross. But on a beautiful woman? Intoxicating. If you could smell things like a vampire does, you'd know what I'm talking about. Most people mess it all up and drown themselves in perfume. Perfume can be good…especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry. But you only need a hint. Mix about twenty percent of that with eighty percent of your own perspiration...mmm." I said, tilting my head, looking at her and imagining designer perfumes on her. "Dead sexy."

"Well, thanks for the hygiene lesson," she said. "But I don't own any perfume, and I'm going to go shower all this hot sweaty action off me. Sorry."

Wait whoa. What woman didn't own perfume? Hmm, I'd have to change that. I pulled out my pack of cigarettes, needing another, offered her one and moved a step closer to her. She shook her head, and I took one out for myself.

"Bad habit," she said as I lit the cigarette.

"One of many," I replied. I inhaled deeply. "You here with St. Vlad's?" I asked.

"Yup."

"So you're going to be a guardian when you grow up?"

"Obviously."

I exhaled smoke, and watched it drift away. She seemed familiar, but I'm not really sure where I know her from. Still trying to figure it out, I asked, "How long until you grow up? I might need a guardian." She looked like she should be out of high school, but then again; maybe her body was just too mature for her age.

"I graduate in the spring. But I'm already spoken for. Sorry," she said.

This surprised me. She said no to me? I'm Adrian fucking Ivashkov. I always get what I want. I would find out who this guy was, and make sure that this girl would not be his guardian.

Trying not to sound jealous, I asked "Yeah? Who is he?"

"She's Vasilisa Dragomir," she said stiffly.

So that's where I knew her from. I had heard about her. She and the Princess had run away from St. Vlad's. Her mom also happened to be the most bad-ass guardian around.

I felt a huge smile creep onto my face. "Ah. I knew you were trouble as soon as I saw you. You're Janine Hathaway's daughter."

"I'm Rose Hathaway," she said, obviously not wanting to be defined by her mother.

"Nice to meet you, Rose Hathaway." I said, and extended my gloved hand to shake hers, which she hesitantly took. "Adrian Ivashkov."

"And you think I'm trouble," she muttered.

I laughed. "Handy, huh? Each of our reputations precedes us."

She shook her head. "You don't know anything about me. And I only know your family. I don't know anything about you."

Yes, I definitely wanted to get to know her. "Want to?" I asked tauntingly.

"Sorry. I'm not into older guys."

"I'm twenty-one. Not that much older," I said defensively.

"I have a boyfriend," she said. I wonder why she didn't mention that earlier. I could tell I was getting under her skin, and that just made this all the more enjoyable.

"Funny you didn't mention that earlier," I said. "He didn't give you that black eye, did he?" If he did, he would so not see his next birthday.

She blushed, which seemed kind of an off gesture for someone like her. "He wouldn't be alive if he did. I got it during…practice. I mean" So she was a fighter, huh. I kinda liked that. I'm training to be a guardian. Our classes are always rough."

"That's pretty hot," I said, dropping my second cigarette and put it out with my foot.

"Punching me in the eye?" Rose asked, confused.

How could she even think that? Even with a black eye, it still didn't subtract any beauty to her face. It was kind of like a badge of honor, or a battle scar. It was kind of turning me on. "Well, no. Of course not. I meant that the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports."

"I'm sure you are," she said dryly.

The sounds of footsteps behind us cut off what I was about to say next and turn around. I saw a girl who had blond curly hair, and a little too much makeup. She looked like a Barbie doll if you asked me. When the girl saw us, she stopped suddenly.

"Hey, Mia," Rose said.

She glanced between the two of us, then said, "Another guy?" So my little dhampir played around a lot!

I gave her a questioning, amused look. Rose gritted her teeth and politely said, "Mia, this is Adrian Ivashkov."

I turned on my charm- which really isn't hard for me to do at all- and shook Mia's hand. "Always a pleasure to meet a friend of Rose's, especially a pretty one." Of course, she had nothing on Rose when it came to being pretty.

"We're not friends," Rose said curtly.

"Rose only hangs out with guys and psychopaths," said Mia, her voice somewhat scornful. Her aura was a plum color- ah, so she was jealous of Rose. I had a feeling that they didn't get along very well. I was silently praying for a bitch fight…

"Well," I said cheerfully, since Mia's statement comforted me. "since I'm both a psychopath and a guy, that would explain why we're such good friends."

"You and I aren't friends either," she told me.

I laughed. "Always playing hard to get, huh?" I actually really liked Rose. She seemed a lot like me.

"She's not that hard to get," said Mia, jealously seeping into her voice. "Just ask half the guys at our school."

"Yeah," Rose retorted back. "And you can ask the other half about Mia. If you can do a favor for her, she'll do lots of favors for you."

A flicker of embarrassment passed over Mia's face, but she quickly composed herself and held her ground. Man, all I needed was the popcorn. I had a front row seat and was enjoying every second of it!

"Well," Mia said. "At least I don't do them for free."

The claws were coming out!! I made some cat noises.

"Are you done?" Rose asked Mia. "It's past your bedtime, and the grown-ups would like to talk now."

"Sure," she said crisply. She looked like a freaking porcelain doll with the blush on her cheeks. "I have better things to do, anyway." She turned toward the door, and then paused with her hand resting on it. She glanced toward me and said, "Her mom gave her that black eye, you know." Whoa. Not expecting that! Mia went inside, and the glass doors swung shut behind her.

Rose and I stood in silence for a few seconds. I took out another cigarette and lit it. "Your mom?" I asked, in a mock casual tone.

"Shut up."

"You're one of those people who either has soul mates or mortal enemies, aren't you? No in-betweens. You and Vasilisa are probably like sisters, huh?"

"I guess," she replied. I felt a little satisfaction that I had guessed a part of this mysterious girl.

"How is she?" I asked. We Royals were all practically family, after all. And with Vasilisa being the last in the Dragomir line made her target to Strigoi attacks, and probably bullies too. I also heard that there was a little drama between her and Victor Dashkov, how he kidnapped her… It's not everyday that an old, dying Prince of a large Royal family kidnaps his 'niece' and makes his own daughter turn Strigoi. It was major news, though I knew more details than most, since my great-aunt is the Queen, and I just happen to be the favorite great-nephew…

"Huh? What do you mean?" she asked.

I shrugged, trying to be really casual, because this was probably a delicate spot for her. "I don't know. I mean, I know you guys ran away…and there was that stuff with her family and Victor Dashkov…"

Rose tensed up next to me, and I felt bad for bringing it up. She tried to pretend like it was nothing. "So?"

"Dunno. Just figured it might be a lot for her to, you know, handle."

She studied me curiously, probably wondering how I knew all this.

"I've got to go," she said suddenly. Damn, I shouldn't have brought up Victor Dashkov.

"Are you sure?" I said, trying really hard to hide my disappointment by seeming cocky. "I thought it was time for the grown-ups to talk. Lots of grown-up things I'd like to talk about."

"It's late, I'm tired, and your cigarettes are giving me a headache," she growled.

"I suppose that's fair," I said as I let out one last puff of smoke. "Some women think they make me look sexy."

"I think you smoke them so you have something to do while thinking up your next witty line," she said.

I choked on the smoke, caught between inhaling and laughing. She truly was an amazing creature. I had to know her. She wasn't like most girls, and I felt I could really use the change of pace. She was a girl that I wanted to keep around for a while. In fact, I planned on visiting her in her dreams tonight… "Rose Hathaway, I can't wait to see you again. If you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous while bruised and in ski clothes, you must be devastating at your peak."

"If by 'devastating' you mean that you should fear for your life, then yeah. You're right." She snapped. Oooh feisty! She jerked the door open. "Good night, Adrian."

"I'll see you soon," I said. Very, very soon.

"Not likely. I told you, I'm not into older guys."

She walked into the lodge, and right before she closed the door, I called out to her, "Sure, you aren't."

I shook my head, smiling as I headed back to my room. I couldn't wait to see her again.

"Sweet dreams, little dhampir," I whispered to no one in particular.

Loved it? Hated it? Please please please please with a cherry on the top, review this! It's my first VA fanfiction. I feel like it could've been done better, but hey I'll change it if you want. In your reviews, make sure to mention what Adrian part you want to see next! I planned on doing them in chronological order, but if there's a request or popular demand, then I'd be happy to do those! OR if you didn't like this at all, please tell me, so I can either make it better or stop writing it completely. Thank you guys soo much!

xoxox Brittany Ivashkov ;]

Within this fanfiction, I'm going to have Adrian dream-walk on the VA crew (minus Rose) so tell me who you want to see confronted in a dream most with Adrian and what should happen. Again, thanks!