My Book of One Shots

13 Struggles of a Modern Vampire

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Leo's P.O.V

My name is Leo Morreti. And I'm two thousand and eighty six years of age. Ah, I should probably explain, I'm a vampire, I was born in the year 1714, and I'm a modern day immortal. Which is pretty tricky if I'm honest, it doesn't really help that I live in Italy. Yeah, a vampire, in Italy. Where the sun is bright, garlic is in the air, mirrors around each corner and there's a crucifix almost always nearby. But it's alright, my family has rolled up a lot of wealth over the centuries, even before I was born, so I can stay cooped up in the manor all day and head out at night to feed. I don't kill anyone, don't get your bloomers in a twist. Oh wait, you don't use bloomers anymore... Um, anyway, I will bite people, yes, but they are sleeping so they are not traumatised by it, and I only take a little, far under any amount that could give them a nasty side effect from lack of blood.

And before you jump to any conclusions, no, I do not have a brothel of vampire women stowed away somewhere, I actually have a girlfriend. Her name is Isabella, and she's... Well, she's human. It's complicated, but we make it work, although it's a little rough at this point. You see, after being alive for almost three thousand years, you can imagine that I forget something from time to time. That is, I forgot our anniversary... Yeah, I know, I'm a dunce. But I didn't do it on purpose! And I definitely don't deserve this!

Currently I'm standing in Isabella's house, waiting on her to come down the stairs which leaves me standing in the kitchen doorway, staring wide eyed at her father who, while sitting at the table, has his gaze locked on me while fiddling with a whole clove of garlic in the hand he has set on the table. I shift uncomfortably on my feet under his heavy eyes, prepared to sprint instantly out of the room should he show any signs of throwing the clove towards me.

With heavy, thumping footsteps I hear Isabella coming into the hall before the sound of the front door slamming reaches my ears. "Isabella!" I call after her, appearing by her side in an instant, glad to be leaving her garlic handling father back in the house. "What?" She snaps, coming to a stop while her head whips round to face me and I need to take a step back from her. "...Is... Is that silver?" I ask her, looking at the earrings she's wearing, and the necklace, and the bracelets, and the rings, and the nose piercing... Great...

"Sweetheart... Come on." I say, my eyebrows knitting together as she smirks, flipping her hair over her shoulder, beginning to walk while completely ignoring me. "It won't happen again, I swear." I say, walking along beside her though there's a little more distance between us than there was before. "Oh, I know." She said, eyes remaining forward as she walks briskly to our destination. The theme park, after I'd begged her to let me make it up to her.

"Then can we take off the boyfriend burning jewellery?" I ask as she shakes her head, still refusing to look at me. "Nope." She goes as I groan, head falling back in frustration. "Isabella, please, I'm sorry!" I say as she hurries into the park, seeming to know exactly where she wants to go as I follow on. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me." I say as she walks straight into the hall of mirrors. "Fantastic." I grumble, following after her, only to bump straight into one of those blasted mirrors. "Ach!" I call out, aggravated already while rubbing my forehead. Someone with no reflection in a maze of mirrors, does not match.

"Isabella?" I call out, my voice bouncing, looking around only to catch a glimpse of her in one of the mirrors, though, since there was only three of her, I'm guessing they were reflections. "Hey, sweetheart, where are you?" I ask, once again my voice echoing while holding my arms out in front of me, allowing them to bash into all the mirrors as I take small steps in order to save my head. I hear a faint giggle from far off, the sound bouncing off the glass in so many directions I can't pinpoint where it's coming from, all I have to go on is the scent of her shampoo so I can move in a general way towards her.

This is great, having had almost three thousand years of experience with the abilities that comes with being a vampire, and now they're useless. It's the reason I'm in this predicament in the first place, if I could only see where the mirrors actually are it would make this task so much easier. My heightened hearing is useless thanks to the acoustics of this place, my speed is worth moot since I can't tell where I'm going, my strength is invalid, my sight means nothing since it's all just reflections. The only thing that is of any use here is my sense of smell!

"Isabella!" I call out, finally finding my way out of the maze to see she's already managed it and is now running off to the edge of the forest at the back of the park. In a second, I'm right behind her, arms wrapping around her middle as I pull her close. "Got you." I whisper, chin coming to rest on her shoulder before I pull back violently, hissing in pain. "Curse it!" I hiss out, holding my jaw as a long line of red burns into my skin. The silver necklace. Forgot about that.

I follow the practically skipping Isabella a pace or so behind, her humming happily all the way as my skin tries to heal itself, but the burning sensation - as always with silver - remains for a while. It doesn't take me long to realise where she's going, and I smirk at that, slipping my hands into my trouser pockets as we walk, my jacket moved out of the way while the breeze ruffles my crisp white shirt every so often. However, dear Isabella decides to make a stop along the way, a stop into a small bakery.

Before I even have enough time to close the door behind me she has already purchased and taken a bite out of one of the warm breaded goods. That is, garlic bread. Isn't that just amazing? Making sure my smirking girlfriend can't get anywhere near me as I back out of the store, her advancing on me all the way while still eating, I'm sure of one thing. I don't think she's all too mad at me anymore, I think she just enjoys torturing me. While I continuously try to persuade Isabella to take off her jewellery - and now brush her teeth - we walk to the destination I already had an inkling she was heading to. My house.

Getting a drink for us both once we are inside, I note with great enthusiasm that Isabella has removed her silver jewellery, and she appears to have taken some of that new fangled thing that you chew. What is it? Chewing rubber? No, gum, I'm sure it's gum... I think... Anyway, there is no trace of garlic around her anymore, she instead has a lingering scent of peppermint.

"Hi." I say, coming up behind her with a glass in each hand, cheek almost pressed against her hair I'm so close. "I'm glad to see you've had a change of heart." I finish, pressing a light kiss to her cheek before moving an arm around her to hold up a glass for her to take, which she does. "Well, I couldn't be cruel for too long, could I?" I can practically hear the smirk in her voice as she looks up to the painting she's been admiring.

"A relative?" She asks as I try to hold in a laugh. "Ah, no actually." I say, looking up to the man with curling hair which is tied in a blue ribbon at the nape of his neck, a crisp white shirt on with a blue tie, beige waistcoat and a dark brown tailcoat. "That, well, that would be me." I say as she turns to me with wide eyes, pausing there for a second before bursting into laughter. "Yeah, yeah, alright, alright, laugh it off. But remember, it was proper at the time." I say, rolling my eyes and looking off to the side while taking a drink, my free arm around her waist.

"You and you're lovely flowing locks! Hahaha!" She calls out as I try to guide her away from the old painting of me that was made a few years before I was bitten, though she is still cracking up. I should really take that thing down. "Now, there's no more silver, right?" I ask, almost hesitantly as she smiles up at me. After she finishes laughing, of course. "No more silver." She said, lightly nudging me. "And no more garlic?" I add on as she laughs. "No, no more garlic." She clarifies as I begin to smile. "Does that include threatening fathers armed with the ingredient?" I say as she begins to laugh once again.

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I know this was a little short, but I hope this is something like what you were asking for!

~ Alexis ~