A/N: ok, so I know a lot of you out there wish there were more Vampire Academy fan fics so here's one for you to enjoy (I hope). This is parts from Vampire Academy and Frostbite from Dimitri's POV, cos we all LOVE him, and I thought it would be interesting to see what's going on in that mind of his!

Story Note/Problems: Oh, by the way the blood type thing is what I think a Moroi blood type would be, and hers is extra special, cos of spirit. Oh,i'd like the mention that the details on Lissa and Rose's medical report were actually in a special type writer style script but wouldnt allow the font the go through. it sort of loses some of the effect of it, so i'm warning you here,it looks better in Word. i any one would actually like to see this original layout and fonts please private message me and let me know,i'll send it to you,no probs! i'd also like to say sorry if i've gotten a year or something wrong,i took a well educated guess. alot of things i looked up in the books but if i've overlooked something i'm sorry!

Disclaimer: i do not own any of these characters or plot lines, i am simply borrowing the idea and story from the much loved Richelle Mead. i am only gaining the profit of approval from this story, no financial profit! so don't sue!

Chapter One: Rose's File

I walked briskly down the deserted hallway, my duster billowing behind me at the speed I walked at. At Headmistress Kirova's office I knocked once, waiting patiently for an invitation in. When I heard it I entered swiftly, closing the door behind me and standing at ease in front of her desk. She sat at her desk, looking stressed and tired, her glasses caught on the crook of her nose. Her bun had come loose and thin stands of silver hair hung around her face. The dark red velvet jacket she wore had slipped slightly off her shoulder and now hung off centre, making her seem even older and tired.

"Guardian Belikov, right on time, excellent." She said finally looking up, pen poised in her thin fingers. "I'm sure you've heard of the unfortunate and disgraceful kidnapping of Princess Vasilisa Dragomir by her assumed to be guardian Rosemarie Hathaway."

I nodded once, having heard rumours and snippets from people about the incident.

"We have fortunately acquired some information that indicates the whereabouts of these two persons. I would like you to read these files on them then report back here to go and retrieve Miss Dragomir and Miss Hathaway from Portland. You are Miss Dragomir's official guardian and I expect you to act accordingly. Are we clear?"

"Yes Ms Kirova." I grabbed the 2 weighty files of her desk then turned on my heel and promptly left her office.

I didn't delay returning to my room, wanting to get the files read so I could report back as soon as possible. After all these girls had been missing 2 years, time could not be wasted. Barely glancing at the room I'd been given when I'd been assigned to Vasilisa Dragomir I sat at my bare desk, placing the two files in front of me. Miss Dragomir's looked substantially thinner than Miss Hathaway's so I chose that one first, leaving the heavier reading for later. I opened the dull brown card folder; the once white name tab had turned a dark shade of yellow from age. Inside sat year's worth of papers, ranging from the age of 4 up till 2 years ago.

Name: Vasilisa Dragomir

D.O.B: 27.07.1989

Class: Princess

Education: St. Vladimir's Academy

Speciality: N/A

Blood Type: V

Reading Level: 12

Parents: Deceased.

The file continued with such information, mentioning the accident with her parents and her brother Andre. It briefly mentioned her close friendship with Rosemarie, but did not go into much detail, simply stating they had grown an attachment from early childhood and had since been very close. There was nothing particularly incriminating in her file, on the whole it appeared she's had a very neutral life, not getting into trouble much or causing mayhem. Clearly her disappearance from St. Vladimir's Academy was not her planning.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, throwing her file down on the table and starred unhappily at Rosemarie Hathaway's file, not willing to subject myself to the horrors that may lie within it. Finally, reminding myself that I was wasting time, I picked up the hefty file, and opened it. Inside were stacks of papers, rough around the edges, a lot of it written in red pen, warning signs all over the place. A 2 year old photo was paper clipped to the file, as it had in Princess Vasilisa's. Her hair was thrown into a shoulder length messy ponytail, and a sullen expression filled her face, as if she resented even being there. The date read 5.3.04, a week before they had run away. I slid the photo to one side, sorting through the piles of paper instead. Many of them were reports of fights, talking back to teachers, detentions, against regulation parties, drinking, smoking, drugs. The list went on, and I grew even more confused as to how the Princess and she had become friends in the first place. The latest report on her atrocious behaviour was her burning down the school gym before she'd left. I narrowed my eyes, noticing the date. I matched it up to the date they disappeared. A smile touched my lips. Smart girl, I thought, realising she's had in fact burnt down the gym as a distraction to escape, very smart.

She may have been, and probably still is, a trouble maker, but she was far from dumb. She was highly street smart, and I found it hard to believe she had actually 'kidnapped' the Princess, if they were truly such good friends and she was expected to become the princess's future guardian. I had a sneaking suspicion that this Rosemarie had in fact taken the Princess away not the play around or kidnap her, but because she fear for Vasilisa's safety.

Could it be? I thought to myself. I shook my head, finding a motive was not the highest priority right now, finding these girls was. I was about the close the file when something caught my eye. It was a medical report, filed on the same date as Princess Vasilisa's family's accident. I frowned, as I reading it:

Medical Report 18.9.03

Patient: Rosemarie Hathaway

Incident: On the evening of Tuesday 18th of September Miss Rosemarie Hathaway and Miss Vasilisa Dragomir were about the grounds, by the woods edge where it meets the road, when Mrs and Mr Dragomir, plus their son, her brother, Mr Andre Dragomir and their Guardians Mr Smith and Ms Frances, were leaving St Vladimir's Academy. Their vehicle lost control and swerved off the road, towards Miss Hathaway. By eyewitness testimony and CCTV footage Miss Dragomir was just out of harms reach however Miss Hathaway was in direct path of the crashing car. Miss Hathaway was seen to be hit by the car and pushed into a tree, breaking its trunk with the impact of the car. The car immediately began to burn, smoking. Miss Dragomir was seen running to Miss Hathaway and her family, calling their names. Due to smoke and distance words passed to Miss Hathaway from Miss Dragomir were unheard and any happenings were not seen. When the local paramedics reach Miss Hathaway she was found unharmed, baring only a few scratches from the removal of the car and the tree trunk. After closer examination at St Vladimir's hospital ward Miss Hathaway was announced in perfect health and discharged, as was Miss Dragomir. All other persons of the Dragomir linage within the car, and their guardians, were found dead. CCTV footage was reviewed many times to find any reason for the car's loss of control or Miss Hathaway's miraculous survival but none was found, nor any evidence to support any theory found from eyewitness testimony. The case was closed with no further evidence to continue it. Miss Dragomir and Miss Hathaway were found fit and continued with their relative studies.

END OF REPORT

My frown deepened. What on earth had happened that day? How had Rosemarie survived, while those in the car had not? I dismissed it for now, picking up the two files and exiting the room, reporting back to Headmistress Kirova's office as ordered.

I entered with her invitation again, waiting like before in front of her desk.

"Finished Guardian Belikov?" she asked, looking at me over her glasses.

"Yes, ma'am." I said, looking ahead, stood at ease again.

"Good. At the gate you will find a highly skilled team waiting for you. There is a jet plane waiting to take you to Portland, where the girls are said to have been sighted. I want you to study and watch them for 24 hours, make sure it's actually them, and then I want you to bring them back here." She said sharply, standing from her cushioned chair, "I think these girls have been away long enough. Play time is over. Bring those girls back, and do not delay. I am not a patient woman, and these two have been away far too long."

I nodded once then left. Time to retrieve these children.

A/N: oooo, what do you think! What will happen? And what did you all think of being inside of Dimitri's head….I know, dreamy! Haha! But stop drooling girls, a review is needed! PUSH THE BUTTON!