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Twilight Eat Your Heart Out

It was like word vomit. I couldn’t stop it. It just came out, leaving me standing there with Vlad staring at me like I was on drugs.  And now he looks amused. Oh god, maybe he’s the one on drugs.

“I am.”

I just stared at him. I accuse him of being a vampire and all he has to say is ‘I am’? I mean, it’s awesome that I was right about it but still he could have given more information.  Wait, Vladimir Tepes…like Vlad the Impaler Vladimir Tepes? That makes him like six hundred years old.

“I have so many questions, I don’t even know where to start.” I said sighing and sitting across from Vlad at the bar in the kitchen. “I guess the most logical place to start would be asking if you are infact Vlad the Impaler?”

“I am.” Again with the ‘I am’.

“So you’re like six hundred years old.”

“No, I am five hundred and eighty-two. Though I will forever remain the same as I was when I was turned.”

“And that was?” Why couldn’t he just read my mind and answer my questions? That would make this so much easier.

“I was twenty-two when I was turned. And mind reading is an invasion of your privacy. So I refrain from doing so. However if you really would like me to, I will.”

“So I could just…” What is your favourite colour? Do you really sleep in a coffin? Do you sleep? Is Harold a vampire too?

“I am particular to black, I do sleep but in a bed not a coffin. And yes, Harold is also in vampire.”

“Wow that was super weird.”

“Which is why I am going to refrain from reading your mind.”

“It is weird, but it is also useful. But still I’d rather you not. I’m not sure I want you to know what I am thinking.” I said in a haste, I most definitely do not want him hearing how attractive I think he is. “Alright, now I would like it if you would explain why that man wanted me.”

“Simple enough, he wanted you because you are my nevastă, Romanian for wife. The one person I am meant to be with for eternity as per vampire law, myth whatever you want to call it. We don’t get a choice, the vampire I mean, our nevastă is chosen for us, we only get one. You however have a choice. If you choose you can stay and spend eternity with me as my nevastă where you will be treated like the royalty you are or you can choose to leave and live your life as though I never existed. In short, he wanted you because you are the only thing that could hurt me and he wanted my power.”

“Well, ohkay then. Let’s say I do agree does that mean I have to become a vampire too? And what power he was clearly also a vampire. What do you mean like the royalty I am?” His answer to my question raised more questions than it answered typical man.

“Yes, you will have to otherwise you would grow old and eventually die while I remained the same. Yes, he was also a vampire. I am, however the Voivode, prince as you would call it, of the vampires. He wanted the power that comes with the title. You are the Alteţă, or as you would call it princess.”

“So that is why Harold was calling me Alteţă.” I thought aloud.

“Yes, it or some form of it are the only things he is allowed to call you. He is a servant.”

This is a lot of information to take in. I mean within minutes my entire world as I knew it has just been turned upside down. I’m a Princess –er vampire Princess without actually being a vampire. Well yet, because I have to be turned since I’m meant to spend eternity with Vlad. I think I hit my head harder than I thought because I have woken up in some Twilight type fantasy.  Regardless of how reckless it seems I just feel like I should be here like this is where I belong. After twenty years of feeling out of place I finally feel like I belong somewhere, even though I have to become undead to stay. Eh, the price you pay.

“If I accept, when would I have to be turned into, you know a vampire?” I ask like I haven’t already made my decision.

“You’re twenty second birthday.”

“Fair enough, I accept.” How bad could living forever with Vlad actually be?