Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Vampire Academy. All of it, including Dimitri, belongs to Richelle Mead.

"This is the place," I said as we pulled up to what looked to be an abandoned house. Hans had called Dimitri and I, telling us to check it out because we haven't gotten a check up call from them lately. It was supposed to be where a moroi family lived, but even with a car outside, it seemed lifeless. That was not a promising sign.

Dimitri parked in the driveway and turned off the car. "Be care, Roza," he said when I opened the car door.

"Of course," I replied with a cheeky grin. He just rolled his eyes and got out.

We both walked to the front door, me ahead of him. I knocked, and there was no response. I checked the door knob and it was unlocked. Being slow and cautious, I opened the door. It was day, so there shouldn't be any strigoi, but we had our stakes out in case of any danger.

I was overwhelmed with the feeling of déjà vu. This was just like when we found Arthur Schoenberg. Dimitri and I checked the house. There were eight dead bodies on the ground with their throats ripped out. They were so horrible to look at. "This probably happened last night," Dimitri told me after studying on of the bodies carefully.

Six of them were moroi, four of which were children. Then, the mom and dad. The other two were dhampirs, guardians. A man and women. The male dhampir was in the living room with the family, but what was weird was that the woman seemed to be as far away from them in the house as possible. She was alone, in the bedroom at the end of the hall.

I investigated some more while Dimitri went out front to call the other guardians. I found myself in the bedroom with the dhampir woman. She still puzzled me. What was she doing over here?

I was staring off into space, thinking of all the possible ideas, when I heard a noise. It had come from the dresser. The dresser went up to my waist and had not only drawers, but cabinets. I started walking towards it, and the cabinet door started to open, very slowly and very slightly.

An eye looked back at me, then the door quickly closed. Then, there was a whimper. Dimitri had finished the call and was now back. I moved slowly toward the dresser. "What are you-?" He asked. I put my fingers to my lips, cutting him off, and proceeded to the dresser. I cautiously opened the door, and there she was.

In the small space was a little girl, not more than seven years old.

So, what do you guys think? Should I continue?

"Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want." - Sonya Karp