RomaniaXReader Prologue

I'm the boss.

Always boss.

I had traveled to Romania in search of a life when I'm the boss and not my father. Sure it was a big moment to leave my home country of Bulgaria and step on the most foreign ground I have ever stepped on…But it was alright. Yeah, because I'M BOSS. What now, Father?! Ha ha! And with plenty of money to back me up, I was able to purchase a castle to live in all by myself. Like a boss. Well, I didn't quite buy the castle, I found it deep in a forest where everyone told me to stay away from or I'd die. Shrug. It was an abandoned piece of housing that needed a lot, and I mean a lot, of cleaning. So after many days and nights of bringing my new home up to date with society, I lived comfortably as a solitary woman.

Until that son of a…

It started out one night when I couldn't sleep at all and needed a walk to tire me out so that I could drift into unconsciousness. My feet led the way as my mind thought about random things I can't even describe through my mouth. Soon enough though, I found a door that was unfamiliar to me, and locked. Easily I took a bobby pin out of my hair and picked the lock until the door swung open on creaky hinges. Stupid mysterious door took away all thoughts of sleeping and stuffed me with curiosity as to what was behind it. Another damn staircase, that's what. I took my candle down the dark winding stairs and found myself in a giant chamber once I lit all the torches.

Right in the center was a coffin surrounded by stakes directed at it. These stakes were lodged into a wooden platform that the coffin rested upon since they couldn't be driven through stone. So I eased a few stakes out and tossed them aside in order to make a path, yet it still chilled me to hear the wood echo once it clattered on the floor. But I survived! And once I reached the coffin, I took a deep breath, and then shoved the thick wooden lid with difficulty. The damn thing was extremely heavy, and I didn't know how anyone could have put it on there in the first place.

Successfully pushing the lid off onto a bunch of stakes, I peered inside. Lying within was a man of average height dressed in clothes that were centuries old, but handsome upon him, and had a small top-hat that floated above the right side of his head of strawberry-blonde hair. Defying gravity. The man's jaw was broken, for in his mouth was a brick that made the whole scene look very painful. Of course I recognized the brick in the mouth as a way, back in old times, to prevent a "vampire" from using it's mouth to bite people. Strange really, but it made sense. I looked him over one last time before deciding to leave and call someone to get rid of this stuff in the morning.

But there was muffling.

Eyes wide, I turned on my heel to see that this guy wasn't dead. His red eyes were staring up at me while trying to talk through the brick. Normally one would scream and run, my reaction was to be of some assistance.

Which I regret.

I decided to be kind enough to ease the brick gently out of his mouth and ignore all the incomprehensible words he was saying. Maybe he was groaning. Whatever. It was kind of hard since his incisors were quite long and sharp, he must have been picked on for that. Sucker. And once it was out, I flung that over my shoulder and moved on to popping his jaw back in.

Which I also regret.

With a 'pop,' I had his jaw back in place and grinned with success. But he wasn't too appreciative as he sat up with his freaky eyes glaring at me. The man looked me over, "You are a strange woman," he muttered.

Now growing up, I was taught to defend myself with a weapon. A stick. My father always carried one around and used it constantly against others without it snapping. Such a special stick grew from a 'special' tree, and soon I received a stick just like Father's. I carried my weapon around everywhere I went, I even made a leather strap on my leg to hold it.

And so I decided to take my stick from its' strap and smack the man across the face.

Something I don't regret.

"What the hell, woman?!"

"Don't disrespect me," I warned while raising my weapon.

"Well it's true! Women don't wear pants, or whatever design of clothes you have chosen to wear. Neither do they hit men with sticks!"

"…How long have you been asleep?"

He glared at me, "They don't talk when not spoken to either." The man sighed as he brushed his sleeves off before talking again. "What year is it?"

"2012."

"Then it has been centuries."

I hesitated, "Are you the embodiment of a country like my father?"

"I know nothing of your father, but I am," he sniffed, "Romania if you must know."

"Why the hell were you shut up in this chamber in such a fashion?"

"Because I'm a vampire, and so the people decided to trap me in the most stereotypical way possible."

Laughter escaped me to hear that! A vampire?! Pssh, vampires don't exist although Father says they do. He was supposedly best friends with one some time ago. But it was too unrealistic to believe that there are undead people out there with fangs and suck people's blood. There was no legitimate proof that such beings did or do live in such a world as this one. Just people who were afraid, like those who thought witches existed, and decided to kill innocents because of that fear to make themselves feel better. But I'm incredulous unlike them for such fantasies lived within some weirdo named Arthur Kirkland.

The man ignored me as he left his coffin, "What are you doing in my castle anyways?"

It took me a few tries to speak without giggling, and he became even more irritated than before. I sighed, "I own the castle, not you, so you may leave."

"Excuse me?! This castle was built by my hands!"

"The world has changed during your sleep, and the world has decided that this castle belongs to me."

"I-I…You!" Flustered, the man pointed a finger at me, "Then I shall live here until you grow old and die!"

"Ha! As if-"

Suddenly I was pinned to one wall of the chamber at an unnatural speed for mankind to have. Fear suddenly kicked in as the man gripped my shoulders with strength I have never guessed someone could have. With each kick I gave him, he showed no sign of pain being inflicted one bit. It was as if he could feel nothing. I turned my face slightly as he leaned in close and bared his fangs like a real vampire would. His red eyes kept a firm gaze upon my (color) ones and I wished I could look away. This moment made me feel ashamed of how weak I was, and I despised him for it.

"You may own the castle for now, but I'm not leaving. Show any signs of real threat and I'll—," he leaned in so close that our noses were nearly touching, "—drink you dry. Got it?"

I nodded.

"I will need your assistance with learning this new world of yours as well."

I nodded again.

The vampire smiled before releasing me, "I am Vladimir, no foolish nicknames."

"Do vampires sparkle?"

"W-what?! No! Why would you ask that?"

"I'll call you Sparkles anyways," I assured. Calmly I walked away towards the stairs and grabbed one of the torches since my candle was left on the wooden platform.

"You can't disobey me!" He shouted with anger.

"Who's the boss of the castle?" I reminded.

Then he did his weird vampire shit and stood in the doorway, "Woman-"

"It's ___," I said with a sly grin before slipping past Vladimir, "if you must know."