So, first fanfic I've ever written. But seeing as I'm on holidays I thought I'd give it a go. Not really sure where this is going to go, but if you have any ideas let me know. I am always open to them.

The rich kid. That's what I was always known as at school, and then again at uni. I did my degree in psychology, with a couple of marketing and business units. I never could figure out where all our money came from when we lived in a small house in a non-descript suburb and my mother didn't really work. I couldn't figure it out until I met dad.

My mother had always told me we weren't allowed to meet until I finished school and then uni. Which had always pissed me off. Its not like she was much of a parent by herself. So I grew up without much of a family, which I voiced my opinion about on many occasions, but she always told me id have time for family later. Righto. Time for family later my arse. Everyone deserved to grow up with a family. But after a while I let it go. And accepted that she probably had a reason.

Basically, I left uni and found out who my rich-arse father was. To be quite honest I nearly killed him when I first met him. Standing around in his Armani suite with his bodyguards and all. He'd sent someone to contact me after I graduated uni, the day after actually. The man had turned up looking all pompous in his own suite and tie and all with his ridiculous briefcase. Introducing himself in his all high and mighty voice.

He told me he was looking for one 'Rosemarie Hathaway.' I'd told him to stick it where the sun don't shine and piss off. Anyone who called me that always got the cold shoulder. He knocked again about five minutes later and I left him at the door and told my mother he was there hoping that he would get the message if she told him to leave. But, of course, she let him in and sat him down in the lounge. Then called me back down and made me talk to him. Turned out he was there 'on behalf of 'Abe Mazur'. I snorted at him and told him to get to the point. Mum sighed and told me that I should listen because I'd apparently like what he had to say.

So I sat, and listened as he babbled on about something to do with turkey and Russia and fathers and important people. I didn't really pay much attention because I didn't have a father or any reason to know anything about important people or industries in turkey or Russia.

My ears perked up when he mentioned travelling there though. And I finally asked him something that had been bugging me for a while.

"Who is Abe Mazur?"

"Ibrahim is your father." I jumped when I heard my mothers voice behind me.

"My father who I haven't met or so much as heard from in my entire life?"

"Your father who I told to not contact you until you had an education and a University degree under your belt." I took a minute to consider that one. I'd always wanted to meet my father.

"He has extended an invite for you to go and stay with him at his estate in Russia. And to see his dwelling in Turkey."

"So that's why you always insisted I become fluent in Russian and Turkish?" I asked turning to my mother.

"Yes. I figured you would want to go when he contacted you and thought it would help you to get along with him."

"So why didn't Abe come himself? Why send you?"

"He wanted you to see everything he has to offer you as well as just to meet him." My mother snorted behind me.

"What the man means, Rose. Is that Ibrahim wants to make sure you have to stick around and get to know him before you brush him off and leave him behind." I turned to Abe's 'representative, raisin my eyebrows. He smiled back at me, a bit sheepishly.

"Okay then, what's the worst that can happen? Going to Europe sounds like a fantastic idea to me. It's about time I met my father and found out who he really is. Tell him his invite has been accepted."

Please, let me know what you think...

With acknowledgements to Richelle Mead, Author of the Vampire Academy Series.