The Memoirs of a Hathaway

What if Rose had gotten pregnant after the cabin scene and 16 years later she's dealing with her daughter's secret romance with her mentor. Dimitri left Rose for Tasha 16 years before but now returns stirring the pot more. How will Rose's daughter learn to cope with her situation by following her parent's actions? Be prepared for many points of views.

DISCLAMIER: I do not own Vampire Academy or the characters but I do own:

Alana Hathaway

Andre Ozera

Nora and Asher Castille

Leila Voda

Guardian Eric Pavel

Julia Drozdov

Trinity Badica

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The Memoirs of a Hathaway

Rose POV

I was pacing. Yes, Rose Hathaway was pacing the length of her living room. Lissa had told me I wasn't going to be happy but she had made it seem like something very miniscule. Not something as huge and mind blowing as Dimitri Belikov coming back to St. Vladimir's academy. I was expecting her to say that Alana had been kicked out of class and had to serve detention. I was used to things like that. Alana was just as hot headed as I was. I was not expecting Lissa to declare that Dimitri was walking right back into my life after sixteen long and dreadful years of learning to live without him. To make matters worst things were different now. I was older and I had a daughter now.

A daughter that just happened to belong to Dimitri. Only he didn't know and neither did my sixteen year old daughter Alana. I wanted to keep it that way. I was pacing back and forth recounting the past sixteen years when Alana walked into the room. When I glanced up it was like gazing into a mirror. Her skin was the color of her fathers and her dark luminous eyes reflected his as well but her structure and flowing hair had been replicated from my body straight to hers. She was tall and lean and she had the body that I knew all too well attracted the wrong attention from male companions. Along with my looks she had gotten my sense of rage. Sure she had the calm and optimistic side that Dimitri possessed but her anger always one upped the rest of her characteristics.

She stood giving me a quizzical look as she gathered her long hair into a hair tie and wiped a few stray drops of sweat from her forehead. I knew she had just come from her training practices with her mentor Guardian Pavel. She grabbed a bottle of water from her gym bag and gulped a huge sip before sighing and plopping down on the couch.

"What crawled up your butt?" She asked obviously taking in my worried state.

In the sixteen years of being a mother to a rebellious daughter she had never asked once about her father. She never seemed to want to know. I had told her countless times that when she was ready to know I would be more then happy to tell her but she had always waved me away mumbling about how she didn't need a man in her life to feel complete. Never once had she questioned and never once had she showed a fondness to get to know her unnamed birth father. So why would she want to know now?

I kicked off my tennis shoes and took a seat in the cushioned armchair, "Nothing really just that Aunt Lissa and Uncle Christian are expecting some company. Andre might be staying over here for a couple weeks."

Alana shrugged not phased at all. Andre and Alana were like brother and sister. They had grown up together and alike even if there was a two year age difference. Andre was Lissa's and Christian's son and he was always being ridiculed by his peers for being a spirit user like his mother. Alana was like a big sister to him always ready for a fight when it came to protecting her cousin.

"As long as I don't have to share my room I'm perfectly fine with it." Alana stated the Dimitri side of her kicking in. She sighed and kicked off her muddy shoes. Great, the girl still acted like an untrained puppy.

"Don't even think about setting those muddy shoes down on my stainless floor young lady." It was fascinating to me sometimes how much I acted like an obsessive parent chastising my daughter for little careless things like chewing with her mouth closed and not slamming doors.

She rolled her eyes before getting up and throwing her shoes onto the front porch before returning to her seat and crossing her legs underneath her.

I stretched my arms and flicked on the television, "So how was training?"

Alana was always enthusiastic to talk about her training session with Guardian Pavel but lately she didn't seem too interested in sharing her encounters. From a mother's point of view I was worried about her. She had seemed different the past few weeks and it was slowly progressing in a downhill manner. From a former hormonally provoked teen, I was worried that Alana was finding herself in an overwhelming dilemma with the male race. Either way I still would have liked to know why my daughter was now adding hints of blush to her face before flying out the door to attend her daily classes.

She brushed a few stray hairs from her eyes and shrugged nonchalantly, "Same as always. Just ran some laps and practiced a few techniques."

She seemed calm and serene on the outside but I knew the girl any better I would have suspected she was hiding something. Her exterior was screaming that she was okay but behind her dark brown eyes I could see the wheels turning and the small crease begin to form on her forehead.

I played it off. She was like me. If she wanted to talk she would talk. I wasn't going to pry at her for answers, "Have you practiced staking yet?"

Her frown looked bitter and she let sarcasm slip into hr next statement, "Yes mother and they've also giving me the okay to run along and have unprotected sex with Moroi men. Of course they haven't let me near a stake yet. Guardian Pavel thinks I need to learn to control my emotions before I wield a deadly object."

I smirked. She was defiantly my daughter, " Maybe you should work on that then instead of spending an extra ten minutes in the bathroom every morning primping and priming yourself to just sweat all that make up off. "

She gave a famous Hathaway eye roll, "Have you been drinking out of Uncle Adrian's punch bowl? I don't wear makeup." I saw her hand self consciously wipe at her cheeks trying to pass it off as a normal gesture. So she thought she was slick not admitting her new fascination with beauty products.

The Adrian comment made my smile bigger. Adrian was…well he was Adrian. The same old same old, he still spent his nights self medicating his mind to simmer down spirits effects. Of course he also kept his other bad habits like sleeping with anyone who would open his legs for him and sucking on lung cancer sticks. He still had his charm and recently he had proven to everyone that miracles did happen. He had joined the Academy's staff. Yes you heard correctly. Adrian was now a health teacher to the middle school novices. Psh..Like he was the best example for little kids to learn how not to drink and smoke and have sex. He still kept up his constant flirting and he never seemed to give up hope that him and I would end up together.

He lived in the dorms where he always had and he always came over to Alana's and my house once in awhile for supper. Lissa and Christian lived in the headmaster's house since Lissa was now the headmistress of the Academy. Along with being her guardian and best friend, I was also her co-worker. After many arguments Lissa had finally talked me into becoming the head guardian at the academy, something neither Alana nor I was fond of.

Alana was still trying to reputedly scrub at the blush on her cheeks without me noticing. Don't get me wrong. I had no problem with her wearing makeup of being interested in boys. I just didn't want her to grow up with the reputation I had.

I laughed at her embarrassment and stood up to hug her. She struggled out of my hug, "Mom, ew I'm not a baby anymore."

And it was true. She was a young woman, the miniature version of her badass mother and godlike father. Even if I hated to admit it.

She stood up too and straightened her shirt, "Is it alright if I go do some night training with Guardian Pavel? He said he wanted to teach me how to patrol tonight if you let me."

I frowned. She wasn't meeting my eyes and that usually meant she was lying. I trusted her though. I didn't want to be too overprotective. So I let her go. I mumbled yes and that I'd see her in the morning before kissing her on the cheek. She made a sound of disgust and I watched as she exited the house in a hurry. I stood there contemplating. I was no longer stressed about Tasha and Dimitri' arrival but what had my daughter acting like a lunatic. I trusted her….didn't I?

Alana POV

It had taken forever to brush my mom off. She was always so pristine on knowing everything I was doing. It was driving me wild. Like it wasn't enough to go to school every day and have everyone look at me funny because I was so close to all the adult authority on campus. I hated how my mother always fished for answers. I hated the Academy sometimes. It felt like I was being suffocated and trapped in a tiny place.

I stumbled along the path keeping a good pace. I hadn't thought mom was going to let me go at first. I knew she had picked up on the lie I had told but I couldn't help it. I had to get out of her grasp and roam around. I couldn't be a prisoner in my own home. Sure, my mom was the coolest mom anyone could have but she also could be the world's strictest mother at times.

I let my hair loose and combed my fingers through it. I wish I had been able to take a shower and at least change out of the clothes I had worn in gym earlier. I felt grimy and unattractive in the sweaty clothes. I didn't want to show up at the bonfire looking like I just rolled out of bed.

Lucky for me it was only a short walk to Leila's dorm room. There I knew she would let me freshen up a bit before heading out.

Leila Voda was a royal Moroi. She was the daughter of Alexander Voda and his pristine wife Veronica. Leila was my best friend and just like my Aunt Lissa, Uncle Adrian and Andre she was a spirit user, something she had come to except but loathe. Today as I knocked on her door she opened with a darling smile. She ushered me in quickly ranting about my tardiness, "What held you up this time?"

I shrugged and sat in her desk chair, "You know the usual. Mom had to interrogate me a bit before I escaped."

She seemed to shrug and scrunch up her face as she looked at my ratty clothes, "Is that what you're going to wear?"

I offered an apologetic smile, "I didn't get time to change."

She sighed. Leila was the kindest person I knew other then my Aunt Lissa. She was used to being rained upon with luxurious items and was very fond of her royal treatment but she also had a sad side. She loved her family's wealth but she hated the fact that they misunderstood her as a person. She and I had been friends since kindergarten and we were by far each other's main source of comfort.

Unlike most Moroi, Leila had a body. She had a defined waist and a skinny frame but she also had more assets then was normal for a Moroi female. So because of her body we were both able to share clothing. So I was at all surprised when she strutted over to her closet and whipped it open disposing of outfits she thought was 'too ugly' or 'not sexy enough. She finally settled her mind on a spaghetti strapped white sundress, one that almost matched her floral patterned one. She handed it to me and in no time I was dressed and my hair was brushed.

Leila smiled as she grabbed her earrings and headed for the door, "Let's go before we get caught."

So that's how I had ended up wedged between Julia Drozdov and Trinity Badica on a splintery log around a raging fire. The boys were busy trying to get the fire to a decent size and Leila was busy gossiping with her royal friends to 'keep up appearance' as her mother put it. The only other dhampirs surrounding the fire were Nora Castille and her twin brother Asher. They were the kids of my mom's friend Eddie Castille and Mia Rinaldi and they both seemed out of place. I let Leila have her fun with her other 'friends' and went to join the twins. Both looked exactly like their mother but they had their father's strength and determination. They were almost as good as me but I had come from the best. They greeted me kindly and made room on the log they occupied.

Nora seemed overjoyed that I had come over, "Thank you you're my hero. I don't even want to be at this stupid party."

I snorted, "This is a party? This is more like a lame attempt at a party."

Asher nodded his head in agreement, "Why are we even here Nora?"

Nora looked amazed, "Because you're the one who drug me out of bed to come to this stupid thing."

Asher rolled his eyes at his sister, "So how have you been Alana?"

I smiled, "I'm the same as always. I'm ready to go beat some serious strigoi ass already."

They both nodded in agreement. Nora and Asher were good people always ready to help out a friend or fight a bad guy. Other then Leila they were my best friends.

Leila finally shook off her unwanted company and joined our little group.

She greeted the twins with a warm smile, "I haven't seen you two around lately."

Asher shrugged, "Mom has been keeping us busy with family activities to help us become one." He rolled her eyes as he imitated his mothers light voice.

We sat there on those logs talking about minor things like classes and other Moroi we didn't like when a sudden commotion made us jump. Nora, Asher and I went on a guardian defense closely forming a tight little circle around Leila. Our circle slowly disappeared as we noticed we were being joined by a group of very angry looking teachers and Headmistress Lissa.

I groaned. Just what I needed, to be ridiculed by my mother on how irresponsible it was to be in the middle of the woods on a Friday night with a bunch of boys.

I was mentally thinking of the outcome to that situation when I felt a strong hand grasp the top of my arm and pull me into the trees. I was about to let out a scream when a huge hand swooped down and covered my mouth firmly. The group and the bon fire slowly disappeared and the only noise was the sound of me struggling against my capturer. Finally I was whipped around and surprised to see Guardian Pavel gazing at me.

A very angry Guardian Pavel. As my mentor he was supposed to look out for and I was aware that he had just saved me from the wraths of my angry mother. I'd rather have faced his anger then hers.

I sighed and yanked my arm out of his grasp as I bent down and on a freshly cut tree stump.

"Go ahead and yell. Tell me how it was very UN guardian like to break the rules and skip out on curfew."

He seemed a little stunned by my calm mood but his face still showed traces of anger.

Guardian Pavel was a hot mentor. A very hot mentor. He had a lean and strong built body and eyes that could make a girl keel over at just one glance and when he smiled it was like the angels were singing. He was Russian and his exotic skin tones reminded me of my own. He was by far the sexiest thing I had ever had the pleasure to witness.

His eyes finally let their anger fade and his face formed itself into the firm guardian mask he usually wore, "Go home Alana."

I pouted. Okay so maybe I should give you the down low on my "relationship" with Guardian Pavel.

He'd only been my mentor for a couple of months and gosh had those months been the most unexpected months of my life. One day I had been irritated and upset after my mother had refused me the right to go with Leila for the holidays. So I'd stormed into practice in a huff and Guardian Pavel had noticed it. He'd set the mats he was holding down onto he gym floor and had taken the seat next to me next to the door. I was crying and upset and it was just altogether a bad time since I was also having a fist from Mother Nature herself. I was just all messed up. He had comforted me by putting his arm around me and we had shared a long and passionate kiss. Hands had wandered and binderies had been broken. Ever since then it had been weird. We practiced and we practiced but we never talked anymore. He always tried to find any way possible to not involve physical contact but it was kind of hard considering that what our training was about.

That had been about three months ago and still we were keeping up this fake charade of not being into each other. And boy was I so into him. My mom hadn't been wrong about the makeup. It was my attempt to make him jealous by swooning around other guys and getting their attention. Not that I needed the makeup to do that.

I stepped towards him, "Eric could you just be real with me. Can we clean this dirty air there is between us?"

He flinched at me using his proper name and his jaw tightened, "Go home Alana. Go home and I'll see you in the morning."

Now my anger was really getting too me. I stomped towards him my hands on my hips, "No! I refuse to go home. I refuse to sit around and play tea party with you while you dozy around the fact that we kissed. We have to talk about it sooner or later. You can't ignore me forever."

Eric seemed a bit hesitant but his jaw never loosened their grip, "Alana that was a careless mistake on my part. I'm your teacher and you're my student and no matter how much you try and doddle around that fact you can't. End of story."

I narrowed my eyes and laid my hand on his warm chest. His eyes met and held mine and I could feel the unsteady movement of his breathing. Bingo! Score one for Alana. I had hit the jackpot on making him cave. I leaned into his body and I felt his hands twitch like they wanted to wrap themselves around my body. By now his warm breath was blowing in my face and our lips were only centimeters apart.

"You can't tell me you don't like this Eric." I said in a seductive voice.

He seemed to be slowly trying to find the will to pull away but it was too late. My lip crashed against his and I felt his struggle to keep calm until he lost it. His arm squeezed me to him and his other hand wandered up my body and rested just below my breast. Sparks were flying and the feeling of his mouth on mine was sending electricity through every inch of my body.

It was over just as fast as it began. He pulled away and locked my hand in one hand. It wasn't painful just annoying.

"This here Alana is wrong! We can't do this. This can never be. Now I suggest you go home."

Not wanting to push my luck I fritted away and headed home. The taste of his lips still lingered on my own.

Dimitri POV

I was jittery. No I was more than jittery. I was down right smack dab in the face nervous.

Tasha laughed at my clenched fists as she sat down on one of the hotel beds that occupied the small room, "Give it rest Dimka you'll see your Rose again soon."

I flinched. I knew this was going to be tough. I hadn't heard or seen Rose in years and the thought of being in the same room with her was maddening. I would surely go crazy just from being in the vicinity with her. And what if she had moved on? What if she no longer loved me the way I still loved her? I groaned and leaned back on the bed just as Tasha dimmed the lights.

This was sure to be a night of torture. There would be no sleep here tonight.