If I Was Your Vampire

by SkittleFlavoredGleek

You're sworn to protect your country from evil. Your family has been killing in undead for centuries. You've promised yourself that you would never love one of them... but what happens when you do?

1. Chapter 1

"No. Try it again." Your father instructs you as he paces back and forth on the soft grass behind you. You nod and step back slightly, gripping the twin blades in your hand tighter. You stare intently at the wooden dummy in front of you. The dummy that you pretended was one of those undead.

Those vampires.

Your brother, who is standing ten feet away, is moving the dummy with long cords that are connected to the dummy's arms. You swing one of your blades and connect with the dummy's left arm, hearing a loud cracking splinters fall from its break. You dip down, swinging the blade that you held in your other arm, and sliced at the dummy's druxy wooden stomach.

"Again." Your father calls, encouraging you."A vampire's tender spot is his stomach, heart, and head. You've only stuck one in less than a minute. When encountering these creatures, they will be fast. Try again."You take a step back and wipe the sweat off of your brow. You've been working long hours to get this right. Recently turing 18, your mother and father have decided that it's time for you to learn how to become what your family did best: being a vampire hunter.

At first you thought that it would be fun. You were cleansing the Romanian countryside of those hideous undead. It had never occured to you how hard it was to actually train for this, and yet you had been mentally preparing yourself all your life. Starting with the summer that you turned 18, you trained ten hours a day, and the time that used to be your free time was now occupied by you helping your mother around the house.

"C'mon _, you can do it." You brother encourages, flashing you one of his many bright smiles. You smile back lightly and watch as he starts to move the dummy's arms again. One swings for your head, but you quickly duck out of the way and bring the backside of your blade to the dummy's head, knocking it clean off.

You wokre a satisfied smirk as your other hand used the hilt of the blade to piece into the dummy's stomach. In less than a total of thirty seconds, you had managed to hit two of the main points of the dummy's body. In another five, you sliced upwards, splitting the dummy into two halfs.

"Well done,_!" Your father encourages and rushes over, enveloping you in a big hug. You drop the blade to the ground and you hear you brother rush over quickly, collecting them in his arms. Your father lets you go and grabs your cheeks, kissing the top of your head."Well done,meu deget mic de flori.[1]"

1.- my little flower.