It's obvious that my parents hate me. They have to out to get me to have uprooted me during the last two and a half months of my junior year, and send me to Montana. I'm seventeen years old. Why now? Why there? --- well I know why I was sent there and why it was now.

See, I'm not a normal teenage girl. My Dominican and Black --- on my mother's side --- and my Turkish --- on my father's side --- roots seemed normal enough. I looked like any other person, except for the fact that I was extra beautiful. I'm not being boastful. I stood at 5'7" with long, thick, brown hair that shimmered to my lower back in its natural tight curls. My caramel skin glowed, showing off my beautiful Egyptian looking dark eyes, equipped with long lashes. My pouty, full, pink lips were perfectly soft and smooth. And I had a body to kill for. A 40 inch butt and D cup chest that caught any guy's attention, hidden muscles, and a tiny waist. Like an angel right out of a dream.

Yet, no matter how normal I looked, I was anything but. My real world was the world of vampires and --- unknown to the vamps – a few other fairytale creatures. My father was a Moroi. Those were good vampires who didn't kill when they fed from human, and retained their morality. Each Moroi specialized in either water, air, fire, earth, or a rare element called spirit. They retained small control over the elements that they didn't specialize in. sunlight made them weak. Moroi were generally slim. The girls tended to be supermodel thin, yet very beautiful.

Dhampirs are half vampire ad half human. You also get Dhampirs from Moroi-Dhampir relationships. Dhampirs get strength and muscle build, but take n Moroi speed and reflexes. They had great hearing and sense of smell too. Dhampirs didn't drink blood, had no aversion to sunlight, and had no magic. They went through training and became bodyguards for Moroi. However, many Dhampir women either stay home to raise kids fathered by Moroi --- since Dhampirs can't have kids tighter --- or become blood whores. Being a blood whore was the lowest of low, letting a Moroi feed during sex.

My mother is a Dhampir. Beautiful, with dark brown eyes and brown hair. normally Moroi and Dhampirs didn't stay together. My parents had been crazy for each other, but knew things wouldn't last. After two kids, and countless break ups and make ups, they decided to just stay friends. Me and my brother saw my father plenty, and picked up his Turkish language, but we lived with my mother. We migrated from the Dominican Republic to the U.S. when I was nine. My brother and I had insane accents, but soon mastered the English language, accent free I might add.

My brother Booka and I weren't normal, even for vampires. We went to one of the special vampire academies where our kind trained. We were supposed to take Dhampir classes for fighting and ten normal classes like math and English and what not. While we took all the Dhampir training classes, we had a private tutor to teach us math and stuff because we had to spend the other half of our school day in Moroi magic training classes. Something weird happened with both our births. Instead of being Dhampir, we ended up half Dhampir, with all their traits and half Moroi, with their magic. We both also had bright magenta eyes that darkened and brightened with our moods.

My brother had specialized in fire. Contrary to what most Moroi believed in, we knew how to use offensive magic. I had to be the one weirdo. I had it way harder because I had specialized in all five elements. Spirit was very rare, and gave you powers like super compulsion, healing, mindreading, aura reading, and making someone shadow kissed. My brother and I were also immortal. Not like the evil Strigoi. Those were super strong and super fast vampires who gained immortality and lost their magic --- if they had been Moroi before the change --- by killing the human they fed from or drinking the blood of a Strigoi. My brother and I had a natural immortality that we could also bestow upon others, like we did with our parents.

The thing is, while my mother and father were going through one of their break ups, my father got involved with another woman. My brother Jose, who we called Booka, was a year old when our unknown sister Rosemary, was born. After her I was born. She knows nothing about us, and all we know of her is that she's some big time, shadow kissed Strigoi killer. I bet she couldn't even touch my brother and me when it came to fighting.

Rose was the source of my problems. Since she and her bond mate dealt with spirit --- as well as queen Tatianna's great nephew Adrian Ivashkov --- my parents were making me meet her and try to learn from them. I had decided that since I was going I would keep my identity a secret and go with the family's normal cover story of me specializing only in fire. I wished I could take my brother with me, but he was in college, and had enough investigations of his own to do on the side. We had secrets that the world wasn't quite ready for.

None of that mattered now. I took a plane from Miami to Montana. Once I was there, a car took me to St. Vladimir's Academy. The April air was warm here. It was around seventy eight degrees. Since vampires ran on a night schedule I arrived at around seven thirty. The academy kids were on their way to breakfast. When my limo pulled up, they all stopped and stared, wondering who could be pulling up in a vehicle like that. My driver stopped and went around back to get my luggage from the trunk. I slipped on my black Dolce shades and climbed out of the car heads turned and I had the attention of the entire student body. My short pleated black skirt, low cut navy blue sweater, and matching knee high suede boots were keeping the focus on me. I heard my phone ringing in my handbag and pulled it out.

"Hello? Hey mami. Si, estoy aqui. I haven't seen any of them yet, but it's still early. Okay. Tell Booka I love him. Love you too. Adios."

I hung up, grabbed three of my eight large bags --- which was no easy task --- and followed my driver and some school official to guest housing, where I'd be staying in a luxurious suite. Let the torture begin.