A/N Okay.....WOW.....I don't even know where to begin. I feel the need to break into a speech like I've just won the Grammys.....heck....I'm gonna give it to te anyways!
THANK te guys soooooo much! I honestly didn't know it could feel this good to read reviews, I have a permanent smile on my face =) But seriously, I published the prologue around 13 hours fa and when I woke up in the morning I was bombarded da all these reviews, story alerts and favourites. It means sooooo much to me that so many of te guys took your time to write a review so again: a MASSIVE THANKS to everyone who read/reviewed/favourited/(story alerted?)
Back to the story. I'm a bit scared that I won't meet up to people's expectations because the chapters are a different Scrivere style to the prologue, which was in third person. I honestly hope te enjoy Leggere the story, as much as I Amore to write it. Because so many people reviewed I wanted to give the first chapter to te straight away. Unfortunately it's not quite finished yet, but it's still over 2,000 words long so I thought it was long enough...you guys deserve it and I'm just too excited to wait until the entire chapter is finished.
Anywho.....READ, REVIEW AND ENJOY!
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Kady's Story - Chapter 1
"Come on, angel, it's time to wake up," I said, nudging my three anno old daughter in a hopeless attempt to wake her.
"No," she grumbled in her sweet little voice, under the duvet.
"Kady, do we have to do this every morning?" I sighed, gently pulling the covers away from her, while she tried tugging it up towards her.
"Nooo," she whined. Weren't three anno olds supposed to be lively and bouncing up and down like they were high around this time? Yeah, my Kady was più like me on that front.
"Kady," I detto in a stern voice, "it's getting late. te have to get dressed, have breakfast, then I have to take te to the nursery and then I have work. So come on, chop, chop," I clapped my hands. She grumbled again and this time got up in a seating position while rubbing her eyes with her tiny fists. She was so adorable, watching her never got old. She had gorgeous curly brown hair that reached below her shoulders. Her hair wasn't as dark a brown as mine. In fact, it was the same dark shade of brown as Dimitri's. As were those beautiful dark brown eyes. Everything else was me. She had the same round face as mine, the same rosa lips, the same nose, the same facial expressions. Her personality was very much like mine as well, although every now and then I'd see hints of Dimitri too. In those few precious moments I'd try my best not to let the tears leak out of my eyes and crush her petite body towards mine. However, this wasn't one of those moments. Sigh.
As she finished rubbing her eyes, she just stared ahead of her, trying to get used to keeping her eyes open. I could tell because she kept blinking. I resisted the urge to laugh. I went over to her wardrobe and got out a white long sleeved superiore, in alto and jean dungarees. I don't know why, I just loved her in dungarees. Once I got her dressed, and she did a bit più grumbling, we went over to Lissa's apartment. We never knocked, we'd just walk in. This was virtually our home. At Lissa's everyday we would have breakfast and cena and hang out. In our apartment we pretty much just slept and showered. Kady even had her own room with a letto and toys in Lissa's apartment. The toys were kind of a waste of spazio really because Kady preferred to go to the gym with me o have someone read to her. I guess she'd inherited that from her father…well, if te could inherit stuff like that. I always made sure to read her a bedtime story at night from the giorno she was born. She was so used to this routine that she couldn't fall asleep at night without me Leggere to her. She was più into action and adventure stories then pansy old Cenerentola and Disney crap. Oh, how I loved my daughter!
"Hello, princess," smiled Christian. He loved Kady to bits, who didn't? She was a charmer.
"Hey, Chrissie!" Kady replied at the same time as I detto "Hey, Sparky!" Kady and I looked at each other and giggled. Christian let out an exasperated sigh at my immaturity and Kady calling him 'Chrissie'. Ever since she learnt to talk she would call him the oh-so masculine name that was 'Chrissie'. At first it was because she couldn't pronounce his full name, and though she could now it was più of a nickname she had for him. Nevertheless, Christian came over towards us, Kady sitting on my hip, and leaned in to give Kady a baciare on her forehead, then he grabbed her and flung her into the air. She squealed in joy and giggled manically as Christian caught her gracefully.
I walked over to the cucina area of the room. It was one huge room with the cucina to the left and a massive dark wooden dinning tavolo past that. On the right was the living area with massive comfy dark brown leather couches, which faced the 60 inch bacheca mounted plasma. At the moment it was playing 'Sponge Bob Square Pants' - I had noticed Sparky had a weird obsession with that show. He was seated on the couch, legs stretched onto the, again, dark wooden coffee table, Kady perched on his lap. They really had the dark wooden theme going on, no doubt influenced da Sparky. On the far side of the room was a floor to ceiling window/sliding door opening into the balcony. They had a tremendous view of the city lights, which was really the court, which was in itself a miniature vampire town. At the other end of the room to the right was a wide hallway, which led to the separate bedrooms.
I looked at my watch - great, it was 7:50 already and I had to be down at the daily 8:00am (pm in the human world - we ran on a nocturnal schedule) guard meeting. I wasn't going to have time to eat breakfast, drop off Kady and be on time for the meeting. I searched for the doughnuts, Cibo on the go was best right now.
"Yo, Christian, could te please take Kady to the nursery for me? I'm gonna be late for the meeting." I asked as I poured coffee into my travel mug.
"Sure thing, Hathaway," he replied, not taking his eyes off the TV.
"You're gonna have to give Kady her breakfast too before dropping her off," I detto talking quickly and twisting the berretto, tappo on the mug.
"Cool," was the only response. I shook my head, wondering if he'd actually heard me. I rushed over to the divano standing directly in front of him, effectively blocking his view of the TV.
"Mommy," Kady whined, just as Christian grumbled, "Rose," in the same tone, trying to angle his head so he could see past me.
"Christian? Did te even hear a word I've been saying?" I asked crossly, my hands on my hips.
"Yeah. Make Kady breakfast and drop her off at the nursery," he detto proudly.
"Yeah. Now! te can make breakfast while te watch your damn show." Both Kady and Christian gasped. Christian gasped at me cursing his show, while Kady gasped because I had detto 'damn'. I rarely used bad words in front of her. "Oh, sorry, angel. Mommy's just stressed right now-" "-and mean," Christian muttered, but I ignored and continued, "-I'm gonna be late for work. Be a good girl, okay?"
"Yes, mommy," she replied sweetly, hugging and baciare me on the cheek. I kissed her on the forehead.
"Bye, angel."
"Bye, mommy."
"Christian. Kitchen. Now."
"Fine," he sighed in surrender, placing Kady on the divano and going over to the cucina and searching through the cupboards.
"Where's Lissa?"
"She left earlier. Wedding stuff," he detto vaguely. Oh, had I not mentioned….yeah so Christian and Lissa are getting married in a month. Lissa wanted a summer wedding, even though she hardly went out in the sun so it didn't really make much sense. Christian seemed like he was hiding something, he was definitely avoiding my eye.
Glancing at my watch again, 7:54; I really didn't have time to worry over his antics. "Whatever, I'll see te later. Drop her off at the nursery da nine."
"Got it."
"Bye, angel," I detto one più time and blowing her a kiss, before I left the apartment. I'll admit, being around Kady at times made me soft, but when it came to my job no one messed with me.
Despite taking nearly a anno out of guarding and having a baby in my teens (even though I was 18 when I gave birth, everyone still saw me as a teenager back then) I was able to hold a well respected title. Me and my mom, the Hathaway Guardians, were never to be messed with and no one ever held it against me that I had a baby at 18 and still kept up my guardian duties alongside my parent duties. Well, at least the dhampirs didn't. te would still get the odd bitchy commenti from the moroi population at court, but having two best Friends who were royals, Vasilissa Dragomir and Adrian Ivashkov - and well Ozera if te wanted to include him - had its advantages. Anyone who detto a bad word against me, my best Friends would take it as a personal insult towards them and gun that person down. Not literally of course, though that would've been fun, but te get my drift.
I made it just in time for the meeting and took my place at the grand meeting tavolo successivo to Eddie Castille, who'd been assigned as Christian's guardian. We were both able to greet each other with a quick ciao before the meeting officially started. The court was so big that it was diviso, spalato into two departments: the east and the west. We were positioned in the east side of the court, our leader being Guardian Rainer. He was around 34 years old, very well respected. He was strict and guardian-esque, of course, but he was one of those leaders te could joke around with and work alongside with at the same time. The east department had a fun friendly vibe going on. We all took our duty to the moroi population very seriously. However, that didn't mean we were always these stoic figures in the background. When we were all together we'd piss around and have a laugh. Even in these meetings we'd crack jokes and make fun of the boss. It was a very light hearted atmosphere. The east wing also did weekly training sessions in the gym on Fridays. In actuality they were sparring competitions where we would see who could pin down whom the fastest. I was reining champion, much to the chagrin of many of the males in this wing. They were sore losers but we still loved each other. We were one big happy family, I thought cheesily, though I'd never voice that thought out aloud.
After the meeting was over, I moved on to my typical guarding duties. Today I was placed at the border of the court. As I've said, the court was massive and extremely well protected with wards placed every week and hundreds of guardians. I was assigned as Lissa's guardian, but I didn't have to be da her side 24/7.
I grabbed a chicken insalata after my shift, ate it quickly and made my way over to the court gyms. If te thought the gym at the academy was big, te had to take a look at this gym. It was ma-hassive. It was heaven. The workout machines were completely up to data and high tech. Tonnes of plasma screen TVs were plastered across the walls playing different TV shows, Film and Musica videos. The secondo floor was really a huge balcony that circled around the entire gym looking down onto the first. It held the weights section and several running machines and again plasma screens lined the walls. Every corner of the great gym held magnificent black speakers creating a surround sound effect. In the middle and far right of the gym was the sparring area. On Fridays, all the guardians off duty would assemble at the spar area and we'd watch a pair spar, while cheering and jeering, with Musica playing full blast on the surround sound speakers. I itched to kick some culo every Friday. The adrenaline rush from the fight and all the guards surrounding te spurring te on felt so good!
So, despite the awesomeness that was the gym I walked straight past the plasma screen TVs and workout machines, crossed through the sparring section until I came to the chunky Gothic style double doors at the centre of the wall. It was almost eleven feet high and required a hell of a lot of energy to pull it open. I pulled on the handle of one of the doors with both hands gritting my teeth. It opened a few inches and I was able to squeeze through. I then closed the door, which was minutely easier and walked onto the vast field. I walked a few yards, stopped and then looked behind me. I squinted at the left corner of the gym. Why had I not used the automatic doors?
I fell into a lazy jog on the running tracks out on the field. I personally preferred the outside tracks then the running machines. I had my earphones shoved into my ears, Musica on full blast. The wind brushing across my face felt so good. It was out on the tracks running when I felt the most relaxed, along with when I held my little Angel in my arms. However, the most relaxing thing about running on the tracks was when I closed my eyes I could imagine him running da my side. I could smell his delectable scent, his intoxicating aftershave mingled with his heavenly natural scent. It was here on the tracks that I would reminisce on our short-lived time together. Us sparring. Us in the weights room. Us laughing at a silly joke I would make, looking into each others eyes that spoke più than words itself. Us in the cabin. And everyday when I went on my daily runs on the track that memory would bring a sole, lonely tear to slide down my face. Everyday.
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THANK te guys soooooo much! I honestly didn't know it could feel this good to read reviews, I have a permanent smile on my face =) But seriously, I published the prologue around 13 hours fa and when I woke up in the morning I was bombarded da all these reviews, story alerts and favourites. It means sooooo much to me that so many of te guys took your time to write a review so again: a MASSIVE THANKS to everyone who read/reviewed/favourited/(story alerted?)
Back to the story. I'm a bit scared that I won't meet up to people's expectations because the chapters are a different Scrivere style to the prologue, which was in third person. I honestly hope te enjoy Leggere the story, as much as I Amore to write it. Because so many people reviewed I wanted to give the first chapter to te straight away. Unfortunately it's not quite finished yet, but it's still over 2,000 words long so I thought it was long enough...you guys deserve it and I'm just too excited to wait until the entire chapter is finished.
Anywho.....READ, REVIEW AND ENJOY!
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Kady's Story - Chapter 1
"Come on, angel, it's time to wake up," I said, nudging my three anno old daughter in a hopeless attempt to wake her.
"No," she grumbled in her sweet little voice, under the duvet.
"Kady, do we have to do this every morning?" I sighed, gently pulling the covers away from her, while she tried tugging it up towards her.
"Nooo," she whined. Weren't three anno olds supposed to be lively and bouncing up and down like they were high around this time? Yeah, my Kady was più like me on that front.
"Kady," I detto in a stern voice, "it's getting late. te have to get dressed, have breakfast, then I have to take te to the nursery and then I have work. So come on, chop, chop," I clapped my hands. She grumbled again and this time got up in a seating position while rubbing her eyes with her tiny fists. She was so adorable, watching her never got old. She had gorgeous curly brown hair that reached below her shoulders. Her hair wasn't as dark a brown as mine. In fact, it was the same dark shade of brown as Dimitri's. As were those beautiful dark brown eyes. Everything else was me. She had the same round face as mine, the same rosa lips, the same nose, the same facial expressions. Her personality was very much like mine as well, although every now and then I'd see hints of Dimitri too. In those few precious moments I'd try my best not to let the tears leak out of my eyes and crush her petite body towards mine. However, this wasn't one of those moments. Sigh.
As she finished rubbing her eyes, she just stared ahead of her, trying to get used to keeping her eyes open. I could tell because she kept blinking. I resisted the urge to laugh. I went over to her wardrobe and got out a white long sleeved superiore, in alto and jean dungarees. I don't know why, I just loved her in dungarees. Once I got her dressed, and she did a bit più grumbling, we went over to Lissa's apartment. We never knocked, we'd just walk in. This was virtually our home. At Lissa's everyday we would have breakfast and cena and hang out. In our apartment we pretty much just slept and showered. Kady even had her own room with a letto and toys in Lissa's apartment. The toys were kind of a waste of spazio really because Kady preferred to go to the gym with me o have someone read to her. I guess she'd inherited that from her father…well, if te could inherit stuff like that. I always made sure to read her a bedtime story at night from the giorno she was born. She was so used to this routine that she couldn't fall asleep at night without me Leggere to her. She was più into action and adventure stories then pansy old Cenerentola and Disney crap. Oh, how I loved my daughter!
"Hello, princess," smiled Christian. He loved Kady to bits, who didn't? She was a charmer.
"Hey, Chrissie!" Kady replied at the same time as I detto "Hey, Sparky!" Kady and I looked at each other and giggled. Christian let out an exasperated sigh at my immaturity and Kady calling him 'Chrissie'. Ever since she learnt to talk she would call him the oh-so masculine name that was 'Chrissie'. At first it was because she couldn't pronounce his full name, and though she could now it was più of a nickname she had for him. Nevertheless, Christian came over towards us, Kady sitting on my hip, and leaned in to give Kady a baciare on her forehead, then he grabbed her and flung her into the air. She squealed in joy and giggled manically as Christian caught her gracefully.
I walked over to the cucina area of the room. It was one huge room with the cucina to the left and a massive dark wooden dinning tavolo past that. On the right was the living area with massive comfy dark brown leather couches, which faced the 60 inch bacheca mounted plasma. At the moment it was playing 'Sponge Bob Square Pants' - I had noticed Sparky had a weird obsession with that show. He was seated on the couch, legs stretched onto the, again, dark wooden coffee table, Kady perched on his lap. They really had the dark wooden theme going on, no doubt influenced da Sparky. On the far side of the room was a floor to ceiling window/sliding door opening into the balcony. They had a tremendous view of the city lights, which was really the court, which was in itself a miniature vampire town. At the other end of the room to the right was a wide hallway, which led to the separate bedrooms.
I looked at my watch - great, it was 7:50 already and I had to be down at the daily 8:00am (pm in the human world - we ran on a nocturnal schedule) guard meeting. I wasn't going to have time to eat breakfast, drop off Kady and be on time for the meeting. I searched for the doughnuts, Cibo on the go was best right now.
"Yo, Christian, could te please take Kady to the nursery for me? I'm gonna be late for the meeting." I asked as I poured coffee into my travel mug.
"Sure thing, Hathaway," he replied, not taking his eyes off the TV.
"You're gonna have to give Kady her breakfast too before dropping her off," I detto talking quickly and twisting the berretto, tappo on the mug.
"Cool," was the only response. I shook my head, wondering if he'd actually heard me. I rushed over to the divano standing directly in front of him, effectively blocking his view of the TV.
"Mommy," Kady whined, just as Christian grumbled, "Rose," in the same tone, trying to angle his head so he could see past me.
"Christian? Did te even hear a word I've been saying?" I asked crossly, my hands on my hips.
"Yeah. Make Kady breakfast and drop her off at the nursery," he detto proudly.
"Yeah. Now! te can make breakfast while te watch your damn show." Both Kady and Christian gasped. Christian gasped at me cursing his show, while Kady gasped because I had detto 'damn'. I rarely used bad words in front of her. "Oh, sorry, angel. Mommy's just stressed right now-" "-and mean," Christian muttered, but I ignored and continued, "-I'm gonna be late for work. Be a good girl, okay?"
"Yes, mommy," she replied sweetly, hugging and baciare me on the cheek. I kissed her on the forehead.
"Bye, angel."
"Bye, mommy."
"Christian. Kitchen. Now."
"Fine," he sighed in surrender, placing Kady on the divano and going over to the cucina and searching through the cupboards.
"Where's Lissa?"
"She left earlier. Wedding stuff," he detto vaguely. Oh, had I not mentioned….yeah so Christian and Lissa are getting married in a month. Lissa wanted a summer wedding, even though she hardly went out in the sun so it didn't really make much sense. Christian seemed like he was hiding something, he was definitely avoiding my eye.
Glancing at my watch again, 7:54; I really didn't have time to worry over his antics. "Whatever, I'll see te later. Drop her off at the nursery da nine."
"Got it."
"Bye, angel," I detto one più time and blowing her a kiss, before I left the apartment. I'll admit, being around Kady at times made me soft, but when it came to my job no one messed with me.
Despite taking nearly a anno out of guarding and having a baby in my teens (even though I was 18 when I gave birth, everyone still saw me as a teenager back then) I was able to hold a well respected title. Me and my mom, the Hathaway Guardians, were never to be messed with and no one ever held it against me that I had a baby at 18 and still kept up my guardian duties alongside my parent duties. Well, at least the dhampirs didn't. te would still get the odd bitchy commenti from the moroi population at court, but having two best Friends who were royals, Vasilissa Dragomir and Adrian Ivashkov - and well Ozera if te wanted to include him - had its advantages. Anyone who detto a bad word against me, my best Friends would take it as a personal insult towards them and gun that person down. Not literally of course, though that would've been fun, but te get my drift.
I made it just in time for the meeting and took my place at the grand meeting tavolo successivo to Eddie Castille, who'd been assigned as Christian's guardian. We were both able to greet each other with a quick ciao before the meeting officially started. The court was so big that it was diviso, spalato into two departments: the east and the west. We were positioned in the east side of the court, our leader being Guardian Rainer. He was around 34 years old, very well respected. He was strict and guardian-esque, of course, but he was one of those leaders te could joke around with and work alongside with at the same time. The east department had a fun friendly vibe going on. We all took our duty to the moroi population very seriously. However, that didn't mean we were always these stoic figures in the background. When we were all together we'd piss around and have a laugh. Even in these meetings we'd crack jokes and make fun of the boss. It was a very light hearted atmosphere. The east wing also did weekly training sessions in the gym on Fridays. In actuality they were sparring competitions where we would see who could pin down whom the fastest. I was reining champion, much to the chagrin of many of the males in this wing. They were sore losers but we still loved each other. We were one big happy family, I thought cheesily, though I'd never voice that thought out aloud.
After the meeting was over, I moved on to my typical guarding duties. Today I was placed at the border of the court. As I've said, the court was massive and extremely well protected with wards placed every week and hundreds of guardians. I was assigned as Lissa's guardian, but I didn't have to be da her side 24/7.
I grabbed a chicken insalata after my shift, ate it quickly and made my way over to the court gyms. If te thought the gym at the academy was big, te had to take a look at this gym. It was ma-hassive. It was heaven. The workout machines were completely up to data and high tech. Tonnes of plasma screen TVs were plastered across the walls playing different TV shows, Film and Musica videos. The secondo floor was really a huge balcony that circled around the entire gym looking down onto the first. It held the weights section and several running machines and again plasma screens lined the walls. Every corner of the great gym held magnificent black speakers creating a surround sound effect. In the middle and far right of the gym was the sparring area. On Fridays, all the guardians off duty would assemble at the spar area and we'd watch a pair spar, while cheering and jeering, with Musica playing full blast on the surround sound speakers. I itched to kick some culo every Friday. The adrenaline rush from the fight and all the guards surrounding te spurring te on felt so good!
So, despite the awesomeness that was the gym I walked straight past the plasma screen TVs and workout machines, crossed through the sparring section until I came to the chunky Gothic style double doors at the centre of the wall. It was almost eleven feet high and required a hell of a lot of energy to pull it open. I pulled on the handle of one of the doors with both hands gritting my teeth. It opened a few inches and I was able to squeeze through. I then closed the door, which was minutely easier and walked onto the vast field. I walked a few yards, stopped and then looked behind me. I squinted at the left corner of the gym. Why had I not used the automatic doors?
I fell into a lazy jog on the running tracks out on the field. I personally preferred the outside tracks then the running machines. I had my earphones shoved into my ears, Musica on full blast. The wind brushing across my face felt so good. It was out on the tracks running when I felt the most relaxed, along with when I held my little Angel in my arms. However, the most relaxing thing about running on the tracks was when I closed my eyes I could imagine him running da my side. I could smell his delectable scent, his intoxicating aftershave mingled with his heavenly natural scent. It was here on the tracks that I would reminisce on our short-lived time together. Us sparring. Us in the weights room. Us laughing at a silly joke I would make, looking into each others eyes that spoke più than words itself. Us in the cabin. And everyday when I went on my daily runs on the track that memory would bring a sole, lonely tear to slide down my face. Everyday.
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