Prologue:
I'm not your regular twenty-three almost twenty-four year old. I never drink more than I need to, or take out girls on special dates. I don't even remember the last time I talked to a female in a romantic manner. Sure, there are a few women who are attractive that I work with, but most are just that… work.
I'm Dimitri Belikov, only son of Olena Belikova, born and raised in Russia, more specifically Baia Siberia. I didn't have a regular childhood like many other kids. Of course, you might say that everyone has a weird childhood, but not all kids beat up there Moroi father at thirteen.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I'm a Dhampir, a cross breed between a Moroi and a human. A Moroi is a vampire with human DNA, who drinks blood, but are not immortal. We were created in the olden days, when humans and vampire were integrated.
Dhampir's are very well built with extraordinary senses that make us see or hear the littlest of things, along with amazing strength and agility. It makes us spectacular fighters, which brings me to my position in life, a guardian. Guardians protect Moroi and other Dhampir's against Strigoi's. They're the unholy offspring of Satan himself, they not only drink blood, but they will run you dry, sucking the life right out of you. I'd rather die than ever becoming one of them, but I truly doubt I'd ever be taken by one of them. I'm a great fighter, and I have six molnija marks.
They come first. That is our motto and it was practically drilled into my brain as a novice. I have to take care of Moroi, that's the only way to keep my race alive. It's a greater good thing that you probably wouldn't understand.
I guard Moroi and that's my life, I can't have any distractions. I still remember the worst night of my entire life…
I was off duty so I decided to get a drink or two, but it escalated into a whole bottle of Russian vodka. When I got back to Lord Zeklos' manor, I was totally wasted and I didn't know what happened until I saw it. Blood spattered across the wall. The guardian who was supposed to be at the post was left lifeless, his neck broken. I quickly called the alchemist and Guardians. Ivan Zeklos was my best friend and he died, because of me. I was completely depressed, and felt as if I would never be able forgive myself, but I eventually had to push it to the back of my mind; or else I couldn't live with myself.
So… no girlfriends, children or any other distractions, I focus solely on my Moroi. Even though my mother knows the reason why, she still wants me to get married and have children.
"Well it's not my fault that I want to watch my only son have his bride walk down the aisle and have beautiful grandchildren." She spoke from the other end of the phone line. I could hear all of my sisters giggling in the background of the call.
"Tell Sonya, Viktoria & Karolina that I could hear them laughing." As soon as I said that, the giggling ceased.
"Anyway mother I just don't have the time to have a girlfriend, never mind a wife and children."
"Are you still hurt about Ivan," ouch mom thanks for reminding me. "He's gone and you have to forget him Dimka." Great she used my nickname, I wasn't fond of it, but that's what most people called me. Every time she used it, she was either really mad or playing on my sympathy. Yes, I know, why use a nickname when you're trying to be serious, but that's what I get called "Dimka".
"Yes mother, goodbye." How I wished my phone would just turn off so I had an excuse to hang up, but if there is one thing I know, never cut off Olena Belikova unless you want living hell for the rest of your life.
"Okay Dimka, I love you. Call me soon." Yes, because we haven't just finished an hour-long conversation.
"Yes mother, goodbye." I repeated hanging up the phone and I flopped onto my bed after a long day of work.
Work in the U.S is pretty boring, not like Russia at all. Yet, I liked it; it was peaceful and tranquil. I work as a guardian in vampire boarding school, St. Vladimir. I've been here for about two years now, but I mainly keep to myself, I don't really like associating with others. It seems I've gotten a reputation, though and I've heard many of the novices call me a "god". Yeah it's a compliment, but it's awkward… oh well
This is my first story but I'll try to post stuff every week! :D
