"Dimka! Get out!" mother screamed. "Now! It's too dangerous here!"
"Mom," I whispered in my native langauge, which was Russian. Tears were falling from my eyes. I was a mess. "Mama, what's going to happen to you and papa?"
They would die. I already knew that. I felt horrible. The king and queen of the vampire world- they couldn't even be saved by their nineteen-year-old son. Our home was under attack, and I would die as well if I did not leave immediately.
"You know," she said softly. "You know what will happen. Your father and I will be killed. We want you to get an education, Dimka. Go to college. You and Yuri will inherit the family fortune. You know that Yuri does not want the position of the king of our world, but he will be it temporarily until you are out of college. First, find a decent job, though, and keep it. Find your mate. She is waiting for you somewhere out there. Now run."
"I love you, mama," I whispered. I kissed her forehead. "Take care. Someday, I hope I'll see you again in the afterlife. Tell papa I said good-bye."
"I love you too, my son…"
I felt the warm sensation take over my body as I transformed into a gray wolf. I ran out of the castle as fast as I could. Each one of us vampires was born with a gift from our parents that enables us to transform into one animal. My parents chose the gray wolf for me, and they chose an eagle for my brother, Yuri.
I found my car, a black honda civic, and transformed back into my true form. I escaped to the town of Casnovia in Michigan. I had a pack of wolves there. The castle was in the country part of Ohio, but I was able to get to Michigan in about three hours at the speed I was driving. Vampires were able to run a lot faster than humans, so I would have no trouble running, either. I was had a suitcase with me, which held five pairs of clothing and a pair of converse sneakers. I had running sneakers, too. I also had some money, which I did need, and a credit card. I could withdraw some money from the bank if I needed to as well.
When I got to Casnovia, I looked for a house that would have a "for rent" sign on its front lawn. I eventually found one, and the house was not small, but it was not large either. I parked in front of the house.
I had just turned nineteen three days ago, so I would go to the same college I started at in Michigan for the next three years. It was about half an hour away from Casnovia if I ran at full speed to the college, but I had a car too. If I didn't get caught by the police speeding, then I would be able to get there in the same time. I was double majoring in music and English literature.
I knocked on the door and a man who appeared to be middle-aged answered. He looked tired.
"Can I help you?" he asked, obviously holding back a yawn.
"Um, I'm here to ask about the room available for rent. Is it still available? I'm interested in renting it."
"Ah, yes. Please come in and talk to my wife about it."
I followed the man inside his home. His wife sat at the kitchen table. I sat on a chair on the opposite side of her.
"Michelle, he's interested in renting the room," the man said quietly.
"Ah. How long do you plan on staying and what is your name?"
"My name is Dimitri Abramovitch. I don't know- maybe two years at the most. Just until I'm able to afford my own house. I am going into my second year at college. The college is half an hour away from here."
"It'll cost one hundred dollars a month," Michelle told me. "I'm Michelle Frost, and this is my husband, Mark."
Then a little girl walked into the room. She was wearing a blue sundress. She looked to be no older than eight years old. Her eyes were the biggest eyes I had ever seen. They were such a beautiful blue that I had never seen before in my life. She had long light brown hair. She was so tiny and looked so fragile.
I groaned internally. My mate was an eight-year-old girl.