Summary: Alessandra Florina Ekaterina comes from a long line of Romanian and Greek vampire hunters hence the odd name. Her family has been hunters since the beginning of time and is quite well know. But doesn't everyone have a dirty secret?

They were all witches. Including Alessandra.

Due to a promise she made with her lover, she is sent from her home in Romania to Cross Academy. Let's see how this turns out, shall we?

A/N: Originally on Wattpad.

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Prologue

A pink haired girl walked deep within the forest. A red cloak covered her face and body, showing nothing but her shadowed face. Her scent drifted through the forest, awakening the creature of the night. A vampire.

The level E vampire hid in the shadows, stalking his new found prey. He licked his lips hungrily, fangs extracted from his mouth. He had never smelt anything so delicious. Her blood was the sweetest of them all.

The vampire flashed behind her, wanting to see her up close. He watched her in amusement as she seemed to stop dead in her tracks, knowing something was behind her. She turned around but saw nothing. The vampire had hidden once again but finally got a glimpse of her face.

Her long pink hair cascaded past her shoulders, reaching her waist. Her forest green eyes narrowed at the spot the vampire was previously. She was absolutely breathtaking. The vampire seemed to grow hungrier by the second. The girl turned around before walking away with a level E stalking her.

The beast inside him was too hard to control. It wanted her. It wanted to drain the life out of her. His eyes glowed a piercing red, his mouth becoming painfully dry. He couldn't take it any longer. He leaped out from the shadows, exposing his hideous form. He lunged towards her neck, fangs snapping towards her.

An agonizing pain suddenly erupted inside his body. He gasped and stopped midair, falling to the ground. The pain insensitive making him roar loudly. He felt unbearable pain and he wanted it to stop.

The once preyed girl turned around, facing her predator. She had a smirk plastered on her face, knowing she had won. She pulled down her hood, revealing herself more. The man's eyes widened as he noticed the tattoo on her neck. It was the Ekaterina symbol. The family crest was engraved with the tattoo, a dark raven bird. A fancy cross laced around the bird, forming a design. Writing in Romanian and Greek was found written around the whole symbol, completing the mark of the Ekaterina. Fear was evident in his eyes as he met her gaze.

"Who are you?" He asked in Greek, testing to see if she could speak it. He prayed that she couldn't because if she did, he knew that he would be dead. Only a certain girl can speak a dead language.

"Alessandra Florina Ekaterina," she stated. All hopeful thoughts flew out of his mind as she revealed her name. He gasped in fear and scooted away but the pain immobilized him.

Every vampire knew who she was. More specifically, her family. They were a very strong group of vampire hunters. They put fear in the creature's heart. He knew that he was a dead man or should it be dead vampire?

"How are you causing me pain?" He asked through clenched teeth.

Alessandra tilted her head to the side, watching the vampire crumble in pain. She watched in amusement as he let out a pained shout, the pain becoming worse thanks to Alessandra's sadistic side.

"And why does you blood smell so delicious?" The vampire asked.

She didn't answer him for she didn't want anyone to know her secret, her family's secret. She had to protect her identity. No one can know.

The Ekaterina family is a well-respected Romanian and Greek vampire hunter group but they had a secret. A secret that would kill them if anyone found out. They were all witches.

The pain she had caused him was a simple spell that could be done easily. She caused his body to inflame from the inside. A witch's blood has an alluring scent. Any vampire that smells it will fall prey to its charm. That makes it easier for Ekaterina hunters to track down vampires.

"I'm sorry but our time is up," Alessandra said, her Romanian accent thick. She reached into her cloak and pulled out a bloody rose gun. The vampire froze in fear as he watched her aim it at him.

"Please-"

The vampire was cut off as a bullet rang through the air. Alessandra had already pulled the trigger not giving the vampire any time to plead for his life. She watched as his body disintegrated before there was nothing left. Like he never existed.

"τώρα το πνεύμα σας είναι σε κατάσταση ηρεμίας," Alessandra spoke in Greek, bidding farewell to the now peaceful vampire.

Alessandra took off her cloak, revealing herself completely. Her innocent face was merely a mask. A tight maroon leathered jacket clung to her and black ripped skinny jeans showed off her flawless legs. Stiletto spiked boots and punk black bracelets finished her dark outfit.

With that she walked away, the creatures of the night not daring to touch her.