Vampire in Romania

VR Chapter 1

I rolled out of bed. The clock read six a.m. I went to my balcony window and opened it as the fresh, crisp air burst through, ruffling my raven black hair. Bucharest was so beautiful at night. Very few people came out at night, even if the street lamps lit the sidewalks. Very few dared to venture out at night since the werewolves made there existence public; not many were happy about this, but then there were the few who loved the idea of weres being public. It was 2018, a new age. I wasn't surprised that the werewolves had come out of the shadows. It was only a matter of time before all supernatural species come out to the public. Not us though. Not yet. Vampires were some of the many species kept from the mortals, even if they have their suspicions that we exist.

Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Quinn and I look no more than nineteen or twenty years old, maybe, but I've been around since the late 1930's. It's been about eighty some years that I have been alive. It seems like forever. I sure don't look it though. My eyes are still crystal blue, like the ocean. I have not one single grey hair amongst my raven black locks. There is not a single wrinkle on my porcelain skin. I'm quite thin, which is surprising, considering the fact that I love to eat. (Yes vampires can eat regular food, too, but we do also need blood.)

I was turned in the early 1950's. I had just turned twenty and I believed myself to be in love with an alleged gentleman. He is the man I now know as my maker, my creator, D'Angelo. He has been around for well over two hundred plus years, but you couldn't tell it from looking at him. He

looks merely twenty five years of age.

He was a charmer in my day. That's how he had gotten me alone the night he changed me.

*FLASHBACK*

It was raining. My place was clear across town; his was only a few blocks away, so he persuaded me to just stay at his place. That was my first mistake. Going to sleep in his bed, which oddly seemed untouched and brand new, was my second. I awoke when I felt a sharp pain in my neck and found D'Angelo with his fangs buried in my neck. I tried to scream, but he had quickly made a small cut on his wrist and held the open wound over my mouth. All I could taste was the warm iron flavored blood in my mouth as it made its way over my taste buds and down my throat. So many thoughts ran through my mind, like why me? Why did he choose me to do this to? I slowly blacked out. I was pretty happy when I did, too. I didn't want to know what else he might do to me.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I'm sure you know the rest. I was forever changed, forever immortal, forever a bloodsucker. Nowadays, I try to look on the brighter side of things. I stayed with D'Angelo for the first few years to learn the ways of being a vampire. He had taught me the proper way of life and I always had the finer things in life, gold, riches, horses, beautiful silk and satin dresses, etc. You name it, I either had it or would have it within the day. D'Angelo spoiled me rotten. I was still in love with D'Angelo, deeply and madly head over heels for this man-err-vampire. Until I saw him with his newbie vampire lady and that angered me. I had given up everything and for what? To be tossed aside like shoes that went out of season.

I left that day. He had given me a necklace that was enchanted so we could walk in the sun light. Most vampires had one. It was the only reason we could really fit in amongst the humans. I packed all the things I could and left. I traveled all over from Italy, to Germany, Scotland, Ireland, even Canada for a bit. I made money even though I had enough to live just fine for years to come from the money D'Angelo had given to me as a gift when we were first together. I still worked to pass the time, though. I finally came back to Bucharest three years ago After all, this was my home. I had been gone for fifty some years and hadn't talked to D'Angelo since I had left. I still didn't care to talk to him when I came back, nor do I now.

I got dressed in my blue jeans and a v-neck, long sleeve sweat shirt to go on a walk. The clock next to my bed now read nine a.m. Man! Where did the time go when you're reminiscing on old memories? I headed to Herãstrãu Park. It's beautiful during the fall. The trees' leaves had all changed color: oranges, reds, and yellows. The wind was crisp and cool. I love it! This is home! This is my everything right here. I sat atop one of the many benches throughout the park. Couples walked by holding hands, some people were walking their dogs, and a few mothers were pushing strollers carrying precious cargo. Sometimes I wished I had a special someone. Then again, I did and he broke my cold, dark heart. I wasn't sure if I will ever let anyone in again, at least not like that.

"What are you doing on such a beautiful morning in the park alone my darling Quinn?" a voice asked from behind me.

"There's are reason I haven't contacted you or even let you know I was back 3 years ago," I retorted as I turned to look at the pale, dark haired man staring at me with piercing, red eyes. D'Angelo stood there wearing a black button up, long sleeved shirt and blue jeans.

"Oh baby, that hurts me. You know you're my favorite creation," he responded, trying to be the same sweet talker I knew he was.

I wasn't going to let him back in again. I refused, even though my heart missed him.

"There's a reason I didn't let you know I was back! Now leave me be and don't call me baby. I'm no one's baby!" I snapped, getting up and shoving my hands into my pockets.

As I turned to begin my trek to exiting the part, I noticed that he was still following me. I cared not, though. I headed to the coffee shop named Origo and sat at my usual table. D'Angelo sat in the chair across from mine. My normal waitress came up with my usual order. Seeing I had company today, she proceeded to ask D'Angelo what he would like to order.

"Coffee, black like his heart," I answered before he could without bothering to look up from my coffee.

"Why so heartless love?" he questioned, trying to sound as though we separated over something naive.

"Are you seriously going to ask me that? You're not even going to ask why I left all those years ago and never bothered to tell you when I came back? Seriously?!" I gritted out through clenched teeth, officially getting annoyed at his stupidity.

"Quinny-bear, come on. You know no girl could take your place," he replied before smiling at the waitress as she brought him his black coffee.

After he took a few sips, he set it down and turned his crimson eyed gaze onto me.

"You threw me aside like last season's shoes! I refused to stay! I'd be damned before I did! I made it fine on my own, too! Now if you be ever so kind as to leave me be and forget you saw me. It would be much appreciated," I bit out, setting my coffee down after a small sip.

A cold smile stretched across his face at my harshness.

"You are very-very-lucky we're in public," he hissed, reaching across the table and intertwining his fingers with the chain of my necklace.

"Maybe I should rip your sun pendent right off your pretty, little neck and let you burn in the sun right here in this beautiful café, my love," he added with the devilish grin never leaving his face and he glanced out the window we sat next to.

I could feel the rays of sun light seeping through the blinds.

"Damn you," I hissed under my breath, knowing he now had the upper hand.