Magic Trio x Child!Vampire!Abused!Magic!Reader
(Keep in mind, you are 8-11 years old in the story!!)
You were in an orphanage. Alone. No friends. Why you ask? Well, you, [First Name] [Last Name], were a vampire. The only thing that made you happy nowadays was a anime called 'Hetalia'. You loved the show, from Canada's shyness, to Prussia's awesomeness, to America's hamburger eating self. One night, while sitting alone, after watching the whole series of Hetalia, you did something that you would never forget. You silently made your way to the front door, opened it and made a run for it. Before you could make it far, you turned and saw someone running behind you. Not just anybody. [Insert name here because I'm lazy :/]. S/he was chasing you. S/he was the one who beat you senseless. S/he was the one who brought you to the brink of death. If you weren't a Vampire, you would probably be dead by now. You quickly said the first thing to come to your mind. "I wish I went back in time so I wouldn't have to deal with you!" You screamed. Just as you said that, a portal opened up, and you fell in.
_~_~_~_~_~Time-skip brought to you buy Kumajourou "Who are you?"_~_~_~_~_~
When you woke up, you were in a street. (You: No duh. Me: I'm trying!! ;-; You: Well, try harder!) Not just any street. You were in a street in a magical country known as Britain. As you sat up, you smelt something burning. Two young girls walk by, the older one in Russian attire, the younger in a simple 18th century dress. "Um... Excuse me, but.. Your foot.." The older of the two said, trailing off. "It's.. On fire." The younger one finished. You looked at your foot. It was indeed on fire. "So it is..." You replied. The two girls walked off quickly, knowing what you were. You ran to find water. When you finally did, you stuck your foot in and sighed with relief. You quickly took in your surroundings. You seemed to be in 18th century London. You looked at your clothes, for they had also changed. You were wearing a simple green dress with brown cloth bows on the petticoat. It nicely complemented your [Color] eyes. You then realized something. You were a vampire in 18th century London. That, my dear [Y/n], is a bad place to be. You looked in the sky to find the sun was setting. You heard barking in the distance and a strong odor hit your nose. Hunter dogs. Trained to sniff out, find, and kill creatures of the night (Vampires, witches, werewolves, ect.). You knew what you had to do. Run. And that you did.
