A/N Hey guys, I'm just trying out this new novel for fun. So I'm sorta not doing the rest for the mean time. Sorry! Hope you guys like this! ;) xoxo, Cher.

The Life and Soul of Rose - Chapter I

A big smirk crossed my features as I walked into the local pub. I could practically feel everyone's eyes shifting to me, both girl and guy. It wasn't really much of a big deal to me anymore. It used to be last time when I turned 12 and starting developing my looks, but it's all just normal now. I ignored their gazes and perched myself onto the nearest barstool.

"What's new?" I asked the bartender, my voice coming out with a touch of British accent.
The bartender looked stunned and muttered something incoherent.
"What?" I asked him, not hearing a word he said.

Instead of replying, he just handed me a tattered looking menu and walked off towards the far of the bar, pretending to wipe the glasses. I chuckled quietly to myself as I watched him depart. My eyes flicked back to the menu and I opened it, scanning through the names of the drinks available. Finally I placed the menu onto the counter and raised my hand to signal that I was ready to order.

Just as I did, a hand caught my hand and brought it down. "No worries love. I've ordered two single malt whiskies for both of us." said a male voice from behind me. I turned my head, and saw a guy around 25 years old, smiling down at me. He was average looking, messy brown hair, green eyes and probably slightly taller than I was.

"Thank you. But I don't really fancy single malt whisky," I told him.
A look of disappointment crossed his face, but then it was replaced by slight determination.
"I shall drink both of them then." He said, dismissing the topic. "What do you fancy then?" He asked, giving a cockish smile.
I sighed and the feeling of annoyance started rising. "Let's see... I fancy you sitting at the other far end of the room, away from me," I told him, emphasizing hard on the last three words.

His expression was a mixture of shock and embarrassment, that it made me want to laugh. I choked back the laughter and tried to keep my face straight. When I looked back at him, the expression in his eyes was replaced by hardness. It should've shocked a normal person, but this hardly bothered me. Just as his expression changed, the bartender placed two glasses containing single malt whisky onto the counter. He hurried away, sensing that trouble was brewing.

"Watch your tongue, young lady. It could get you into trouble one day," He said fiercely.
I tilted my head to one side and gave him an are-you-serious look. "I suggest that it should be the other way around, boy." I said, taunting him a little.
This I saw enraged him and he pulled me close to him harshly. "Now you've crossed that line, missy. I always get what I want," He said, angrily.

Before I could reply, his lips came down on me harshly and his tongue entered my mouth. His breath tasted and smelled strongly of alcohol and I recoiled at this. I pushed lightly at his chest, but he just pulled me closer and kissed even harder. It was then I had enough, and I lifted my right fist, and one swift movement, it connected with his cheek. He flew onto the counter, and all you could hear for about three seconds was the sound of glass breaking, people screaming, and a cracking sound which I'm sure was his jaw.

The whole pub turned to stare at me, and then everything when quiet. The only noise that was heard, was coming from that guy whom I had punched. I shrugged and took a sip on the whisky on the counter. It was free after all, so why waste it even though I didn't really like it?

"You little b*tch! How dare you punch me?!" The guy shouted, enraged.

I had to admit to myself that I had got him good. His jaw was slightly bloody and he was clutching his cheek carefully and I knew it must've hurt. I could tell it from his face anyway.

Instead of replying him, I reached for the glass of whisky again, but then his hand came flying out of nowhere and knocked it away. The glass hit the wall with a crash and liquid sprayed everywhere. And just well enough, some landed on my face. Rage bubbled in me now as I wiped the liquid off my face. I turned to him and smiled like how someone would smile when he was amused and was about to kill someone. That was how I felt right now, like ripping his head off.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you to play nice with girls?" I asked sweetly, smiling dangerously.
"Do not play around with me! I will get you for that punch!" He said, lunging towards me.

I stepped towards the right twice. The blow that was meant for me connected with another guy, who happened to be crossing by. And it turned out to be none other than the bartender. I suppressed a giggle and started to move away. Well enough, the guy caught my arm and spun me around harshly. Since I hadn't been prepared for that, his fist connected with my face. For a guy, he certainly can't punch. I thought to myself. Instead of crying out in pain, I heard myself laughing. The guy, clearly surprised, took a few steps back, huffing with anger.

"Is that all you got?" I shouted at him, grinning widely now.

He lunged again, and I stepped aside like I did before. Lucky for him, he didn't punch anyone else. Before he got up, I walked towards him and punched him again, just for good measure. He fell back onto the floor, clutching his face in pain. I knew he wouldn't be able to retaliate this time, so I squatted beside him

"This is what happen when you mess with me. I suggest that you rethink your pick-up lines and perhaps go and see a therapist for your mental health," I whispered into his ear, then stood up and walked away. I stopped after a few steps and turned back. "Definitely need to see a doctor for your face though. Good luck." I said and headed for the exit.

When I reached the entrance/exit, there were a bunch of police cars outside. I sighed and walked up to them, knowing what they were there for.

"Looking for me?" I asked a middle-aged policeman.

The man turned and I could feel gaze all over me. Ugh, I thought to myself. "Are you the lady that beat up a guy?" He asked me, his tone hard.

"You're looking at her." I said, smiling
"Found her!" He yelled and a swarm of them was all over me in seconds.

My hands were restrained behind my back, and I was getting yelled at by who seemed to be the chief. He asked me a few questions, then escorted me into the police car, and we drove away into the darkness of the night.

Oh, just so you all know, my name is Rosalie Marianne Vasilisa and I am 17 years old. I'm famous for being impulsive and getting into fights with random strangers. My parents are dead, and I'm the only child. I'm a dhampir, which translates to half vampire, half human. I go to St. Mikhail Academy, a special school for dhampirs and vampires.