Y/N had a completely normal life. A few friends, a few rough exes, and a little house decorated just how she liked it. Things were going well at the time, her best friend, Alfred, and she were on good terms, albeit others telling her to be wary of him, or him seeming just a little off. That didn't bother Y/N, though. Everyone was just a little off, right? After a break in from a crazy ex and having to move in with Alfred for a little while, meeting his older brother and learning a few secrets... Maybe "a little off" might've been an understatement. **TW** This story contains: Blood, violence, breaking and entering, weapons, and vampires. Read at your own risk. **SPOILER** The reader ends up with England. If you wanted to end up with America, I'm sorry, I wouldn't recommend this story. **OTHER** This is my first story in a while. Not my first fanfiction, but my first Heralia fanfiction. Be wary of that. Criticism is welcome! Encouraged, even! Please let me know how you feel, I want to make my future works better for you. Thank you!