Hello, my dear readers! I'm back with a new story. Here's the full summary:

Abe Mazur is a well-known millionaire and a very protective father. He wants his daughter, Rose, to be safe and protected at all times. But Rose wants to be free and plans to make a trip without her father's bodyguards. Abe disagrees and hires Dimitri Belikov to travel around Europe with Rose. But Rose can't know Dimitri is her bodyguard. She thinks it's a coincidence that they met and that he's just being her friend. What will happen when Dimitri starts to develop feelings for Rose along the way? And how long will he be able to keep his true identity a secret?

I hope you enjoy the first chapter ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy.



What the fuck am I doing here? That was the first thought that entered my mind when I drove my car up the very long driveway and parked in front of the house – if you could call it that.

It looked more like a mansion to me. There was even a freaking fountain in the center of the driveway. And before you could even get here, you had to announce yourself at the intercom installed at the huge iron gate. I guess when you had a lot of money, you had to take precautions.

I walked up the stairs and was about to ring the bell, but the door opened before I could. They must've installed cameras at the front door, too.

An elderly woman opened the door and gave me a friendly smile. "Good morning, Sir. Are you here to see Mr. Mazur?"

"Yes," I responded. I thought I'd already said that at the intercom?

She stepped aside and motioned for me to come inside. "I'll bring you to his office," she said.

I nodded and followed her. I assumed she was the housekeeper. Someone as rich as Abe Mazur must have a housekeeper, right? We went up the staircase and through a few hallways until she suddenly stopped at a door.

"Here we are," she said, giving me a polite smile before leaving.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. There was a rustle inside the office and then a deep voice said, "Come in."

I opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind me. Mr. Mazur was seated at his desk, smiling broadly at me. I had to keep the surprise off of my face as I took in his clothing. He was wearing a gray striped suit and a very flashy scarf, which was weird since it was summer. But I shouldn't be one to judge since I was always wearing my leather duster.

"You must be Dimitri Belikov," Mr. Mazur said as he got up. I nodded and shook his hand. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Likewise, Mr. Mazur," I said.

"Please, take a seat," he said. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thank you," I said politely as I sat down across from him.

"Well, let's get down to business, then," he said. "You know why I called you, right?"

"Umm, because you need a bodyguard?" I said. Otherwise I had no idea what I was doing here.

"Yes, but not just any bodyguard," he said. "I need the best of the best. And someone told me that you are the best."

I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable. "I don't know who told you that, but I'm afraid that-"

"Come, come, don't be so modest," Mr. Mazur interrupted me. "I took a look at your resume. It's very impressive. You've protected a lot of important people."

"I guess," I said. I wondered again who had recommended me to Mr. Mazur. He wouldn't tell me on the phone. Maybe he would now. "How did you find me anyway?" I asked, hoping it didn't sound too rude.

He grinned. "I've got my resources." Clearing his throat, he leaned forward and folded his hands together on the desk. "Anyway, back to business. I need you to protect my daughter."

"Your daughter?"

"Yes." He sighed and looked at a framed picture on his desk. I couldn't see the picture, but I assumed it was one of his daughter. "Her name is Rosemarie. She's got this crazy idea in her head, that she wants to see the world and experience it. I don't think there's anything wrong with that, but she's young – only eighteen years old. I don't want her to be out in the world on her own so I tried to convince her to take two of my personal bodyguards with her – to protect her, in case it's needed – but she refuses to listen. She's just as stubborn as her mother. She was also always-"

He cut himself off abruptly and averted his eyes, looking sad all of a sudden. Something must've happened to his wife. Maybe a divorce? Or maybe she'd died? I didn't dare to ask. I didn't want to invade his privacy. It wasn't any of my business.

Clearing his throat again, he continued, "Anyway, she's set to do this on her own. She doesn't want protection. And she threatened that if I dared to send someone after her to keep an eye on her she wouldn't come back." He sighed. "I guess it's my own fault. I kept her close to me for years, never letting her leave this place without some sort of protection, and the only thing she wants right now is to get out. She wants freedom."

"Why didn't you give it to her sooner?" I asked hesitantly. "Why did you keep her here?"

"Because I don't want anything to happen to my daughter," he responded.

"I understand that, but everyone needs a little space," I said. "I can imagine she doesn't like to be around bodyguards twenty-four hours a day."

"I know, but it's for her own good," he said curtly.

I frowned and he sighed again.

"Look, a couple of years ago, my wife was murdered. For money and some jewels..." He shook his head slightly and the sad look appeared on his face again. "My daughter witnessed it all. When I got home and saw...saw what had happened, I found Rose hiding in the closet, crying." He averted his eyes again, his voice shaking. "That was the worst day of my life."

I stared at him, not knowing what to say. There wasn't anything I could say to make him feel better. "I'm sorry for your loss," I said at last.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "The safety of my daughter became my priority. I make a lot of money – there's no denying in that – so I knew it was possible it could happen again and that my daughter could get hurt in the process. I was so paranoid that I thought someone might kidnap her and demand a ransom. So I pulled her out of school, figuring homeschooling was better for her. We moved out of our house and moved in here. I hired bodyguards to protect us both and since then I've never let her leave this place without protection. I knew she needed her freedom, but I thought it was for the best." He let out another sigh. "Now she's an adult, she can do what she wants and she wants nothing more than to see the world. Despite what Rose has said, I can't let her leave on her own. I need to know that she's safe."

I'd almost forgotten why I was here, but now I realized what he wanted from me. "You…you want me to go with her?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes," he said.

I frowned. "But you just said she doesn't want any bodyguards to come with her."

"I know. You can't tell her you're a bodyguard."

"Then what am I going to say? Don't you think she's going to find it weird if a stranger comes with her? Without some sort of explanation? Or do you want me to trail her?"

"No, I need you to be with her at all times."

I didn't see how I was going to do that without her knowing that I was her bodyguard. "How long will this trip take?"

"Two months," Mr. Mazur answered.

I stared at him in shock. Two months? I was going to have to spend two months with a teenager?

"She leaves next week," he continued. "You have to befriend her before then and make sure you can go with her without raising any suspicions."

"With all due respect, Sir, but I don't see how that is going to work," I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, make it work. I don't care how you do it. Just get the job done."

I shifted in my seat again. How in the hell was I going to do this? It was madness. But…the pay was good. More than good. We'd already discussed it over the phone and when he'd told me what he'd pay me for the job – I hadn't known back then what exactly I was going to be hired for – my interest had been piqued immediately.

"Can you get the job done?" Mr. Mazur asked when I didn't say anything.

Think about your family. They need your support.

"Yes," I said swiftly. I still had a week to figure out how I was going to do this. I was sure I'd find something good by then. "Yes, I can do this."

He smiled. "Great. It's settled then." He reached into one of the drawers of his desk and handed me a picture. "This is Rose, the girl you're going to have to protect with your life," he said.

I'd only meant to glance at the picture, but as soon as I looked at it, I couldn't drag my eyes away – even if I'd wanted to. Rose was very beautiful. She had long dark brown hair, framing her pretty face. Her eyes were also a dark brown color and she had the same skin tone as her father.

Mr. Mazur cleared his throat and I realized I'd been staring at the picture for too long and quickly looked up.

"You can keep that picture, by the way," he said. I nodded and tucked the picture away in my pocket. "And remember, you can't tell her anything," he added. "If she figures out the truth…"

"Yes, I know. I can't tell her anything about my job," I said. "And if she asks, I'll make something up."

"Good. Rose will be at a club with her friend tonight," he said, not seeming too happy about it, "so if you want to see what you're going to have to deal with, you should go there."

What you're going to have to deal with? What was that supposed to mean?

"Okay," I said. "What's the club's name?"

After another ten minutes, we wrapped up the conversation. On my way out, I thought about everything he'd said. I wondered if this was a good idea after all. Well, it was too late now. I'd already said yes to the offer. There was no backing down now.


"Hey Alberta!" I said, catching up with our housekeeper as she walked through the hallway with the laundry basket in her hands. "Is he here yet? I heard the doorbell."

"Yes, dear. He's waiting for you in the kitchen," she responded smiling.

"Okay, thank you!" I said before turning around an walking into the other direction.

"You look lovely, by the way," Alberta called after me.

I grinned at her and then made my way downstairs. I entered the kitchen and saw my best friend – and only friend – leaning against the counter, munching on a cookie.

"You're eating my cookies!" I said, outraged.

Startled, Christian looked up at me and then grinned. "I was hungry. Sorry."

"You don't look like you're sorry," I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Hey, I'm taking you out. I think I'm allowed to have a cookie, then," he shot back.

"Fair enough," I said reluctantly. "Just one, though."

He rolled his eyes at me. I grabbed the bag from him and put it on the kitchen table. I turned back around to him and grinned.

"So what do you think of the dress? Do I look okay?"

He arched an eyebrow. "I think you're going to have a cold tomorrow if that's all you're wearing tonight."

I frowned. "We'll be at the club. Besides, I have a jacket for when we go outside."

"Fine then. You look great," he said smiling.

"Thanks! You don't look so bad yourself," I grinned. Christian was wearing dark jeans and a blue button-down shirt that matched his eyes. "But you could use a haircut, though," I added.

He blew his dark hair out of his eyes. "You think so?"

I nodded. "Yeah, you're lucky your girlfriend can't see you."

"She's not my girlfriend," he said with a frown.

"Yet," I said teasingly. "How's it going anyway? When are you finally going to meet her?"

Just like me, Christian was kind of a loner. The difference, though, was that Christian just didn't like to interact with other people besides me. I couldn't interact with other people because of my dad. So this was a very rare occasion that we were going out tonight.

Even though Christian didn't like to talk to people, he didn't mind to talk to them on the internet. That's how he'd met Lissa. They've been mailing each other for almost a year now and he can't stop talking about her. I'd told him he should just tell the girl how he feels about her, but he thinks it's going to scare her away since they've never even really met. Now, Christian was trying to find a way to meet up with her – which was hard since she lived in England.

"I don't know. I just can't up and leave like you're going to do," he said scowling.

"I need this, Chris," I said. "You know I do. I can't go anywhere without Dad's bodyguards and I'm tired of it. I need some space."

He looked down. "Yeah, I know it's hard for you. I understand why you want to leave." He looked back up at me and gave me a small smile. "Just make sure you come back, you know."

I gave him a reassuring smile. "Of course I will, Chris. It's only for two months."

"Two months is a pretty long time," he said. "I-"

He was cut off when the door opened and my dad walked in, smiling. Mikhail and Stan, his personal bodyguards followed suit. Mikhail gave me a polite smile, which I returned, and Stan looked just as impassive as always.

"You look stunning, Rosemarie," Dad said. He looked at Christian and nodded politely. "Good evening, Christian. "

"Good evening, Mr. Mazur," Christian said.

"We were just about to head out," I said, grabbing Christian's hand and dragging him to the door. "Don't wait up."

"Rose, wait-"

I stopped and turned back around. "What? Don't tell me you're going to send them with me!" I said, glancing at Mikhail and Stan. "You promised I could go alone, Dad. I don't need a babysitter." I quickly looked back at Mikhail. "No offense."

He smiled. "None taken."

"Don't worry, Rose. They're not going with you," Dad said.

"Oh," I said, a little embarrassed by my outburst. "Well, we should go. Goodnight."

I hugged my father, waved at Mikhail and then dragged Christian out of the kitchen. When we were seated in his car, he turned to me. "You ready?"

I grinned, barely able to contain my excitement. "Ready."

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