Man, I love writing EngRoma fics. This one had been stuck on me for a long time. I'm sorry, but these two are just too cute. This time, it's a bit more obvious and the story is longer and more descriptive instead of vague like the last one. If there was any reason why this is my favorite pairing, this would be the reason. As for why I didn't include Lukas? Uh... oh look, squirrel! Seriously, wait until the next one shot.

Summery: When I was ten years old, I met and befriended Vladimir Lupei. We became best friends and would eventually fall in love. Though, what I never would have expected is to find out that Vlad is a vampire and is about to go through his final transformation. I thought this would be the end of us, but it is only the beginning.

Fiction has always been my favorite. Fantasy always took me to daring places full of magical creatures and wild imagination. Adventure always took me to daring places of danger and battles. Comedy reminded me how funny life can be sometimes. Horror reminded me that we all have something to be afraid of that we must face in our everyday life. Tragedy shows us how we all must face death and grief. Then, of course, there is Love.

I have never written a love story before and I honestly had little experience in that sort of thing. It's not to say I never kissed a guy before. It's not to say I have never dated anyone, asked him out, go on dates, hold hands and the whole nine yards. It's not even to say that I have never had any desires to be close to him, to hold him, kiss him, never let go, never leave him, think of the future for the both of us. I have experienced all of that, but only with one fellow.

I wish I could say that I am like Francine, who has dated every bloody ninny in school and has experienced it all. I'm sure she's written a better romance story than what I'm writing. I wish I could say I am like my brother Alfred, who is currently dating a very lovely girl and had dated two other lovely ladies during middle school. Unfortunately, I have only shared all these romantic experiences and passions with one man, who I still am not certain if this could truly be love or not.

I'm sure you're thinking that I must be some sort of dumb teenage girl, heart-stricken over a drop-dead gorgeous man with eyes of an angel that knows how to sweep me off my feet and leave me breathless. I suppose there is some truth to that, but not in the reason you think. You see, the man I experienced this romance with is a vampire.

If fiction applies, it must mean that this man is some sort of Edward Cullen or some handsome vampire from these bloody Anime shows that Sakura watches. Oh, how I wish that were so. Oh, how I wish it were like Twilight, then perhaps life would be easier. But, reality hits me in the face like Elizabetha's frying pan.

First off, I must imply that I've known this man, since we were children. At the time, he wasn't a vampire and I did not know his background. I only saw him as my friend, my best friend. His name was Vladimir Lupei. We were ten years old when we first met. At the time, his eyes were almost the color of coal. He was always cheerful, looking at the glass half full. We played on the slides and he would push me a bit too hard and I would fall on my face in the sand. He'd laugh, I'd get angry, I'd throw sand at him, then we'd chase each other before running out of breath and just lay under the tree. Vlad always teased me. I would call him bully, but only playfully. He was my friend and my companion.

As children, we grew up and never left each other. I enjoyed his company and fascination with books and games like Dungeons and Dragons. By that time, I got rid of the french braids and stuck with pigtails at age 12. Vladimir was the first to notice.

"What happened to your hair, Rosie?" Vladimir asked me.

I shrugged and replied, "I simply grew out of them. I like my hair like this anyways."

"Aww, but your hair was so pretty before," Vladimir said. It was the first time he ever called me pretty or beautiful. I thought nothing of it, but I still kept those words in my heart.

My hair wasn't the only thing that changed. Vladimir's short, boyish hair began to grow longer. He even decided to wear this strange hat to the side, which I decided to compliment at age 13.

"I love your new hat," I said casually.

"Really? I saw it on the window and I thought, 'that would look so cool on me,'" Vladimir said with his grin, feeling proud for his little hat. I giggled.

"It looks cute."

"Ah, you're such a girl."

"Oh hush. I'm just being honest."

"So am I," Vladimir grinned. That was the first time I ever felt truly flattered by his words.

Strangely enough, even throughout middle school, I never dated or found romantic interest with anyone. I saw no need for it. My only goal was to work hard in school, get good grades and read on the side. I had all my plans all set for the future. I was not quite sure what I wanted to be. In my early stages of growing up, I wanted to be a rock star. I set myself up for guitar lessons and wrote my own music. Vladimir would always support me and cheer me on in the crowds, while I was performing with my band: Alfred, Kiku and Gilbert. Vladimir wasn't a musician, since he was kind of a nerd and would rather play roleplaying games. He wasn't a planner.

Despite not dating anyone in middle school, it wasn't to say I never had a crush on anyone. Of course I would. It was a frog of all people, Francis Bonnefoy, whom I know hate with a dying passion. I was determined to be courageous and confess my feelings to him. I had everything planned. It was to be the Valentines Day Dance in a week and I had bought a heart-shaped box of chocolates with a small note with hearts, confessing my love for him before asking him to the dance. I placed them inside his desk at Homeroom and I was to watch him open it before receiving his answer.

Francis walked to his desk, noticed the chocolates, then opened it as the note on the top of the box with with hearts began flying away from his direction. He smiled and chuckled as he began eating the chocolates then giving some to three other beautiful girls, who giggled happily at the lovely gift I gave him. I felt my heart shatter to pieces as I ran out of the classroom, not caring about the others around me, hiding in the bathroom and crying my eyes out. It was that moment I learned that Francis was a tramp and would see me as no more than another pretty girl he would take advantage of. On top of it all, those chocolates meant nothing to him or he would have not given them to his other girlfriends I had embarrassingly not known he had been dating. I felt so stupid and embarrassed.

"Rose!" I heard Vlad's voice through the other side of the stall I was in. He knocked on the stall door. "May I come in?"

I slowly got on my feet. They felt like jello. I opened the stall door, my head bowing in shame with my eyes as red as strawberries. There were no words to be said, but Vladimir did something that took all of that embarrassment and shame away: he hugged me. I cried even more in his chest, his white school uniform shirt soaked and stained with my tears. He petted my head as my weeping grew. That was the first time he ever showed me physical contact. I would later learn that Francis saw the note and apologized to me for his behavior, even willing to accept my invitation. I refused, of course, and went with Vladimir as friends instead. I was probably close to 14 years old at the time.

At age 15, I got my first job as a babysitter. I was very good with children and loved them to death. There was also the fact I had experience with babysitting my youngest brother Peter and niece Patty from Australia. I was making money on my own and had plans on eventually getting a real job by next year at a local department store. Vladimir, of course, didn't bother job searching, since he was enjoying himself with his role-playing and reading. I once asked him what he planned on doing with his life.

"Meh, I don't know. I suppose I could be a magician or something," Vladimir replied, shrugging.

"But, aren't you concerned for your future? Magicians don't make a lot of money to feed a family of three," I replied.

Vladimir just laughed, replying, "whoa, aren't you getting a little carried away. I'm not planning on getting married or anything."

"But, you could. You have to take those things into consideration."

"Rosie, we're 15 years old. We don't need to worry about trivial things like that. Just kick back and smell the roses. I mean, your name is Rosie."

"Vlad, we'll be going to High School next year. In the next four years, we'll be going to college, and then what? You're growing into a man. We haven't even started dating anyone yet."

"We'll get there. We'll get there. Just enjoy life, while we're young. Adulthood will be far longer than being teens. I want us to enjoy what we have right now before it goes away. So... enjoy it. Don't rush it."

I sighed, and roll my eyes as Vladimir gave me one of his dirty smirks. He meant well and I knew he did, but I would never know what those words truly meant. It would not be until it was too late. I would not even know the feelings I have had for Vladimir that blossomed into a rosebush full of beauty and its thorns that stung to the point it bled.

I remember that very day when I noticed Vladimir seemed a bit off. I chose not to worry about it and brushed it off. But, it continued and lasted at least a week. I finally decided to ask him what was wrong. It turned out that I didn't need to ask him, because the time I was going to ask him on our Dungeons and Dragons night, he told me.

"Listen... Rosie... there's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while now, but I didn't know how," Vladimir said.

"Wh-What is it?" I asked tenderly. I could feel the lump in my throat by those words.

"I'm actually not supposed to say this. I'm supposed to tell you that I'm moving away somewhere in Canada, but... I can't bring myself to lie to you lIke that. I can't, because... because I love you," Vladimir confessed. That was the first love confession I heard from him and it made my heart pound. I had known I was growing a crush on him and I could feel the tears of joy building up before he took my hands, then the lump grew heavier. "Rosie... a big change is about to happen to me... a huge one."

"W-What do you mean? I don't understand."

Vladimir gazed his eyes away, then looked into mine. He asked, "you notice how my eyes are always black? Like black as coal?"

"Yes. I mean that's natural to have dark eyes. What does that have to do with you?"

"Humans are not supposed to have eyes like mine. At least normal ones. They can look black, but not so much you can't see the pupils of my eyes. These are the color of my youth and by the end of the school year, I'll be going through a permanent change that will change everything I am. I suppose it's a sort of puberty kind of thing. I'm kin da sad about it, but I've been wanting to do this for a while and now I'm finally ready for it."

"Vladimir, I'm confused. You say you're going through a change, but what kind of change and what do you mean normal? You look perfectly fine, Vladimir," I exclaimed bluntly before Vladimir smiled, shaking his head sadly.

"I'm a vampire," Vladimir said as my eyes widened and I responded like anyone would. I laughed.

"Bloody hell, don't shit on me like that!" I cried, taking his words as a joke.

"I'm not joking, Rose," Vladimir said bluntly, a tone he never used, which stopped by laughter. He sighed, then walked to his backpack, unzipping it and digging out what looked to be like a half empty blood bag. My stomach began to jump as I saw the straw at the end of the bag and Vladimir, to my shock, began to drink out of it. I covered my mouth, gagging with my hand over my stomach and falling over on my knees. Vladimir quickly caught me, rubbing his hand on my back. "It's alright. It's not human blood. It's just my father's. It's only for young vampires like myself. See, my fangs haven't grown yet and I'm warmblooded."

I was panting, trying not to vomit out my stomach. That was more than I could handle. Vladimir, my best friend, the boy I now realized I had a huge crush on, he was a vampire. A young one, one that couldn't drink human blood yet, but still. I... no, no, this couldn't be. Wait, why is he so calm about this and why...?

"Why?" I asked in a weak, trembling voice.

"I knew you would freak out like this, if I told you. I was also afraid you would leave me and I didn't want you to get involved with this whole mess. Even so, I'm not supposed to tell anyone for my family's life," Vladimir admitted, sighing with so much guilt on his face. He had been hiding this from me for years, five years. He mentioned his family, but still... I kept silent. "You see, every vampire is born somewhat human. Aside from the eyes and ability to drink their parents' blood, they look and feel human, even eating human food. My kind is rare around these parts, because of the vampire hunters many years ago, some that still exist today in the shadows. So, we stay hidden. That's why I wasn't supposed to tell you."

"Why tell me now?" I asked tremblingly.

"Because I love you and I couldn't leave you with a lie. My father says that it is for your own good, that it would be better that you never knew, but... I couldn't. You deserve to know. I'll be leaving at the end of the school year and you will never see me again... maybe. I might watch you and make sure nobody harms you or anything, but I can't be around you like now anymore."

"Why?"

"I'm a vampire."

"... so... I'd be food to you?"

"More or less. I mean it's not like if I get too close, I could swallow you whole or anything. But... I wouldn't see you the same as I do now. You know that movie Fox and the Hound? It would be like that. That kind of thing."

"... I see."

"Rosie..." Vladimir spoke, taking my chin and looking at me with those coal black eyes, no pupils, looking into my eyes. "I'll always be by your side. I'll text you everyday, call you if I can. I won't leave you alone. But, I also want you to keep doing what you're doing. Keep following your dream. We may part, our dreams may never cross, but our friendship will last forever. I won't let this keep us completely apart."

"Vlad," I choked and before I knew it, his lips touched mine and my eyes closed. It was a simple, but sweet kiss. That was our first official kiss.

As bittersweet as that meeting was, I decided to accept it and finally take Vladimir's suggestion from last year: sit back and smell the roses. We did not officially date, but we enjoyed our times together. We hung out, talked, laughed, played Dungeons and Dragons and enjoyed every moment we shared together. My brothers noticed I had been acting weird, but I would often brush it off and they's assume it was because of my feelings for Vlad. They weren't wrong, but of course I denied that fact.

On the last day of middle school, after exams, Vladimir and I walked together hand in hand. That was the first time we held hands. I feared that if I released that hand that I would never get it back. Fear was in my heart for what was to come. What would Vladimir be like after the change? Would I be dinner to him? Would he want to change me into a vampire? Could he change me into a vampire or were they born like this? Would he still love me? So many questioned were weighing over my heart.

We watched a theatrical play together: Swan Lake. It was a tragic story of a prince, who falls in love with Odette, cursed to being a swan during the day. I could not help, but see myself in this play as the story continued to sink deeper and deeper into tragedy. Odette cannot escape her curse as a swan and Prince Siegfried could not save her. I knew I could not save Vladimir.

We walked out of the theatre in silence as I asked with a heavy heart, "is there a way you cannot be a vampire?"

Vladimir stared at me in silence with such sadness on his face. He replied, "I could... but..."

"But what!?" I almost shouted, as if accusing him of something.

"It's not as bad as it seems. The movies like to make vampires look savage," Vladimir said, chuckling bitterly.

"Oh, so how is drinking human blood not savage, hm?"

"Rose..." Vladimir said, sighing, then placing his hand on his forehead. "It's really not what you think. Like we don't attack humans at a nearby alleyway and drink their blood against their will."

"Smashing, so you what? Ask to drain them dead?"

"No! Rosie, I know this is a lot for you, but you're seriously going way too deep into this!" Vladimir said as I crossed my arms and angrily glared at the ground. I wanted to leave, go hide under a rock and cry. He held me close and I could smell his sent, losing myself into his arms with bittersweet tears. "Shhhh, it's going to be fine. It's not as bad as it seems. Look, I'll show you, once I complete my transformation, you will be the first to see it."

"What!?" I said, looking up at him, who grinned.

"I'll let you be the first to see me. I mean, it will be in the shadows, but you'll get to see me."

"But... wouldn't you burn in the sunlight or something?"

"HA! Not really. Though, it does sting when I first transform, because I'll be coldblooded, but na. In fact, we depend on sunlight for our survival."

"Oh... um... I guess you're not effected by crosses or religious objects?"

"Nope."

"What about blood. Does it have to be human or can it be animal?"

"Human."

"Smashing."

"I told you it's not as bad as it seems. We do use donated blood."

"Fine, but do you get your blood from biting?"

"Well yeah, but it isn't just the neck and we don't drink anymore than a pint. That's enough to fill us up. So, we can get our fill, then let the human go free."

"... I suppose that's alright, but wouldn't a human eventually get drained after a while?"

"Only if you use the same human, which we hadn't recommended, since slavery was banned years ago," Vladimir grinned, using tongue and cheek.

"Lovely."

Vladimir laughed a bit sarcastically as I sighed sadly. Then, I asked, "is there a way we can still be together, vampire or not?"

There was a long silence between us before Vladimir finally admitted, "I don't know." He cupped his hands around my face, looked into my eyes as I looked into his. His lips brushed against mine for a while, before kissing them. It was a very slow and emotional kiss, deeper than the first one. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, then slowly brushing my tongue across his bottom lip. Our tongues brushed. That would be our first french kiss. I wanted this to be the last thing we had. I wanted to make the most of what we had before Vladimir went passed the point of no return. I loved him. I loved him so much it hurt, but I would never know just how much the pain would hurt. Even the love I felt that moment would not compare to the love I felt when I would look into those eyes just three months later.

Young vampires transforming into their adult stage often lasts for three months. This is for vampires of pure blood. What Vladimir did not want to tell me was that he chose to become a vampire, that he wanted this more than anything. The process starts when the young vampire is bitten by his or her respected parent or guardian. All vampires transform under a single bite, but while normal human transformations include drinking the blood of their masters or sires, blood born vampires only need the bite, the venom meant to relax the victim. The transformation also lasts for three months and is painless. For human transformations, it lasts about a week or month at most and the transformation is the most painful one.

I used those three months to focus on my summer job and preparing for high school. I decided to enter into an academy in another state. Alfred, of course, wanted to go there too to be my hero and all that jazz. He also knew how hard I took it with Vladimir's departure. He bought the lie that Vladimir had to move to Canada. I knew the truth. I wanted to get as far from those painful, bittersweet memories I had with Vladimir as soon as possible. Everything reminded me too much of him. We went everywhere together. Life just simply wasn't fair. It didn't help that I hadn't heard from him, though he had my number.

It was only two and a half months later, since I last saw Vladimir, that I was on the plane to the academy called Global Academy. I had settled down, got a job as a waitress at a diner, bought my supplies and gained my scholarship. I was ready to start my new high school years at this boarding school. I even was settled in inside my new dorm with my two roommates: Sakura, who reminded me a lot of Kiku from middle School, and Francine, who reminded me of the female version of the frog from the same school that broke my heart. Luckily, Francine only had her eyes on men and I wasn't interested in women either.

I was working at the diner, wiping tables and such. It was already dark, being it was a bit after 8:00 PM. The diner closed at 10:00 PM. Francine, who was also my coeworker and suggested me to work at this place, came to me.

"Rosie darling, there is a customer waiting to take his order and he is a dashing one too. I noticed he's been keeping his eyes on you," Francine stated, wiggling her eyebrows with that French accent as I glared with my own.

"You really must stop trying to hook me up. I keep telling you that I'm not interested in relationships," I stated.

"Don't be like that. You did say that you wanted to move on from your previous lover, no? Look around and smell the roses. There are other fish in the sea and this one is waiting for you on table 5."

"Probably a pervert. Fine," I said, sighing as I got the pad and pen, then walked out of the kitchen.

"Make sure you give him your number!"

I rolled my eyes as I made my way to table 5. I noticed a familiar young gentleman in a red trenchcoat. His strawberry blond hair and the small hat worn to the side of his head caught my eye. He looked a lot like... no, it can't be. Vladimir was gone and I had moved two states from home. There's no way he would've traveled this far, especially since the transformation did take months as far as I knew at the time. Of course, I knew little about how vampires work and I'm still learning.

Swallowing my throat, I walked to the table, then met his face. I froze on the spot. Oh bloody hell, it is Vladimir in the flesh! My lips trembled and I didn't know how to respond. I scanned his features. His skin did seem paler than before, so I assumed the transformation already happened. He did say that he couldn't be around during the day afterwards, so it made sense he would only come at dark. Wait, but wouldn't he no longer eat human food anymore? Could he eat human food?

Vladimir slowly lifted his face up, showing his now bloody, crimson eyes that made me choke in the worst way possible. Oh god. Oh god damnit. Then, he grinned, his fangs as clear as day as I heard the sound of my pen drop. I looked down, then as I picked up my pen, I noticed stares from all over the diner. I had been staring at Vladimir and probably looked like a complete idiot. They probably think my reaction was from Vladimir's handsome features, which were now glowing brighter than a disco ball, but that wasn't what I was focusing on or thinking. I wish that was the case. Oh, I wish that was.

"Rose," Vladimir said as I looked up, quickly on my toes with the pen in my hand.

"Y-Yes. May I take your order?"

"The wine. There's this sparkling wine I'd like to try out called the Rose," Vladimir replied, giving me the dirtiest smirk as if he knew and was trying to embarrass me.

"R-Right. Is there anything else?" I asked, trembling. I wanted to keep my composer without yelling at him or breaking into tears.

"Would your boss be fine, if you sat and dined with me for a couple of minutes? It seems slow tonight."

"I-It's fine. I'll bring the wine," I said with a heavy heart. It was a good thing it was slow tonight.

I got the Rose sparkling wine and two wine glasses. Francine giggled her flirtatious giggle, not reading what emotions I was feeling right now. At this point, I didn't care. I didn't know what to feel. There were so many questions and emotions weighing heavy on my heart. I had thought Vladimir was gone from my life for good. Then, he just waltzes right into my workplace out of the blue like it's nobody's business.

I walked to the table, and sat down across from him after pouring our glasses. Vladimir sipped the wine, then gazed at me with soft red eyes, showling the smile I knew from before. I bit my bottom lip, not being sure how I was supposed to feel or what to say. Everything just came crashing down at this very moment.

"You should warn me the next time you take off like that. I was worried," Vladimir stated plainly as I stared at my drink.

"My apologies," I whispered.

"Why did you leave? Was it because of me?"

I nodded, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to pour out.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"N-No, I just... I couldn't stand the idea of living my life without you and all our memories. It was too much."

"I told you that I would always be watching and that I would see you again."

"I know, but... I just couldn't," I said, then took a gulp of the wine. His eyebrows shot up. "Why did you come here?"

"Don't you remember? I promised you that you would be the first to see me after the transformation."

"You said in the shadows."

"I guess I got a bit dramatic there, didn't I? Turns out I don't have to keep myself completely hidden as long as I play it cool."

"That's good," I said, some of the weight lifted, but not completely.

"Rosie," Vladimir said as I looked up, my fingers lightly around the base of my wine glass. "You once asked me why I couldn't just not become a vampire and I wasn't completely honest." He gently took my hands and despite the temperature drop of his once warm hands, they still felt soft and cooling. I couldn't snatch my hands from his. "The truth is, I wanted to be a vampire." My face lifted up, showing confusion. "As I said, vampires are not like those from the movies or books. There is the diet part, but they also hold magical abilities. Remember when I said I wanted to be a magician? You assumed I meant card tricks and such, but I meant something... a little more. I want to explore my abilities to fly, change form and see the future."

"You can see the future?" I asked. Vladimir nodded and I began furrowing my eyebrows a little bit. So, there was something more to vampirism than just drinking blood.

"I've had this ability for a long time and it is why I told you my family secret when I did. I knew I would lose you, if I didn't say."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I saw your corpse in my hands with my bite mark, because we crossed paths during my early stages of transformation. It usually lasts for about three months. Anyways, I go through mood swings and I had seen your corpse in my arms. I did not drain you gone, but you wouldn't stop bleeding. It was a nightmare. The only thing I could do was tell you what was going on with me and that we had to be apart for a while. I knew you would listen, because you've always trusted me. I was scared. I was scared of losing you and I can't bare to think of what would happen if that vision came true."

"You were trying to protect me," I said, as if realization was hitting me square in the face.

"If I hurt you in any way, I'm sorry. I want to be a vampire, but I also want you. There is no one else I could ever love more than you. You've always been an important part of my life and my greatest inspiration. You always set plans for your future and make me optimistic about mine. Your smile always lifts me up and when you are sad, I want to protect you from those that make you feel that way. When you ran from class that day, when Francis gave your chocolates to his girlfriends, I called him out and told him that you deserved better than a mutt like him."

"You said that?" I asked, utterly shocked.

"So silent you could hear a pin drop," Vladimir grinned as I shook my head, grinning to myself. Of course he would say that.

"So, that's why he apologized so dramatically."

"I always watched you from the time you went up on stage to perform, smiling and performing in front of the school, the park and fairs. You were like a shining star and it made me want to keep working on becoming the most powerful vampire the world has ever seen, no longer living a life of hiding from the world. You've always inspired me, especially when you changed your hairstyle from those french braids to ponytails, because it was what you wanted. I wanted to dress myself the way I wanted, so I grew out my hair a little and bought this cap. I remember when you said it was cute. I liked that.

"Oh Vlad..." I said, my heartstrings being pulled. I was trying so hard not to cry. It was too much.

"So, I want us to continue doing what we want. This isn't Fox and the Hound or Swan Lake. We don't have to be cursed to be apart just because of society. I love you, Rose. I'm not saying there won't be downsides to dating a vampire. I may bite and draw blood from you, but I won't hurt or kill you. Because I'm a vampire, I am also in danger just as much as I am the danger. Vampire hunters exist and will stop at nothing to have my head over their fireplace. But, if I had to spend my entire high school and college life with anyone, if I wanted to grow up and marry, if I wanted to plan a future with little tots with anyone, I'd rather it be with you. I know that you will not stay with me, if I truly am too dangerous to be around. I know that if I am a vampire, you will love me for it. I know that if I ever bite you or draw blood for whatever reason, you will stop me and yell at me for not feeding like I should. I know that if others tell you otherwise, you will not let them tell you how to live your life. We live it how we want and if ever you want to be a vampire, just let me know," Vladimir replied and the tears came pouring down as I nodded.

"I love you, Vlad. I don't know how long, but I think I have for quite a long time. I don't know if it was when you held me that day in the bathroom when I was crying, even though it was the girl's restroom you dummy, or when you confessed and kissed me. Somehow, I think it happened when I least expected it. I don't ever want you to leave me again. If you must, you can be whatever you want, even a vampire. We can plan a future together, just the two of us," I said, as Vladimir kissed my hands, then gently took my chin and kissed my lips.

I was a bit surprised when I felt those fangs, but it was fine. I felt so hypnotized by those eyes, those lips, that face, just... everything. My first high school year and I had found my high school sweetheart.

Vladimir and I have been stuck together since. He registered for this academy, what a shock, and has been my constant stalker day in and day out. He's starting to become more honest with me as the years pass. I've become a bigger part of his life.

No matter the leaps and bounds, Vladimir and I will always be true and love each other. Just like Vladimir protects me, I protect him. We protect each other. Sure, I may not see the future, but I can make a good argument and being Student Council President gives me some sort of power to make sure all rules are followed. Alfred has since learned about Vladimir and thinks the vampire thing is cool.

If I had any suggestion for those looking for romance, my best advice is to find someone that will always protect you and be your friend. Your date should always be your best friend. Had I known this, I would have given those chocolates to Vladimir and not Francis.

I'm thinking of turning this into a series of one shots about Vladimir and Rosie from other's POV. At some point, I would like to go deeper into Vladimir, his life, the friends he makes and his family. There's a lot to go into. If this one shot succeeds, I might actually do that. What do you guys think? Think I should make a series of one shots about these two? Let me know in your comments :)