I am a totally Vampire Academy Fan and this story I dedicate to my Dear friend M who spends tons of time reading fan Fic. You Go girl!

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Dimitri Belikov's Diary – Vampire Academy

Chapter One

Dear Diary,

I knew from the moment that I hit puberty; girls are going to hit on me. I know I sounded like a jerk but it is true. I looked better than your average Joe that's for sure and with my good fit figure, girls seems to love me. As my life in school goes on, my prediction was right. Girls throw themselves to me, they batt their eyelashes and grabbed me by the arm and places that shouldn't be mentioned. I'm not going to lie and say I didn't like it because at the end of the day, I'm just a guy filled with testosterone.

I carried that opinion with me until now, a twenty-four year old guy. I have come to terms that girls are going to hit on me but tonight I got hit on. Literally.

The dark hair girl turned around and nearly landed a kick on me. Falling into auto-pilot, I blocked the attack, causing her to lose her balance. She must be high or on something because she wobbled around for a bit.

Being raised as the gentleman I am, I caught her by the arm. Even though it was dim, I could still make out some of her features. She had nice round curves that I haven't seen on a woman in ages, thick soft looking brown hair and a bite mark?

For a moment I stared at the bite mark, wondering who could have bitten this poor girl.

She turned and looked at me straight in the eye. There dark colour full of courage and cockiness, daring me to say anything.

She started to jerk her arm from me, bringing back to reality.

I watched as she watched me warily and back to her friend and my soon to client, Princess Vailisa. Completely opposite to her best friend, she was slim and blonde yet that there was something charming and even pretty about her standing there calming her friend down from lunging at me. Finally the dark hair in relaxed, resignation in her eyes though there was a spark of suspicion there.

Stepping slightly forward, I bowed to the princess with the grace that would have made my mother proud.

"My name is Dimitri Belikov. I've come to take you back to St. Vladimir's Academy, Princess." I said and I swear I thought the Princess's friend was going to jump me.