A/n: So I am completely obsessed with Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side. I love the book and I think it's the best vampire story I've come across. (I'll let you in on one of my secrets – I've tried reading Dracula and oh my god, I thought I was going to die, it was so boring.)

Hopefully this will turn out to be a full-length story, but it might not pan out like I want it to. Not to mention that I won't have a lot of time to work on it. But I fully begin with the intent of making it work, haha.

This story is AU.

Change in Plans

There was a great deal of unrest in my country in the last twenty-three years. My parents did admit to me that they had had me at a very politically inconvenient time, but assured me that in no way was I a mistake. However, when I was at the age of ten the tenuous climate of our country intensified, and my parents thought it was for the best to send me to America to live with a couple that was probably their closest friends and their best-kept secret. No one knew that my parents had befriended mortals, and they were not inclined to let on about the relationship.

So I was sent to the Packwoods, who I had met on several occasions throughout my childhood, and who I consider to be my second parents, caring for them as I do for my own. My loyalty still remains with Romania, a good seven years later, but it's still very dangerous. The feud between the Dragomirs, my people, and the Vladescus, our sworn enemy, still rages on and our people fear for war.

I was sure that the request to return to Romania would not come for another few years yet, and for the most part, I was content with it. I've found that I like America for all its quirks. I have a best friend here, Mindy, and my pseudo-parents' home is comfortable. I do miss my real parents terribly, as I don't get many phone calls or letters during the year, but I find it bearable most days. I even had the very slightest beginning of a romantic relationship with a lovely young man named Jake. I was planning on attending college next year. I would have, of course, majored in Political Science, but it would have been more for the American experience, with the training as only an added bonus. I have had many tutors over the years, who conducted my lessons in diplomacy, languages, negotiations, self-defense, domestic and international issues, management of an estate, and all other areas of concern for the heir to a throne. My lessons would have continued through my college years.

But all of my plans changed the day that Lucius Vladescu and his exceedingly large ego arrived.