You never see much Vampire Kisses stories that have OCs nor ones that play out in Romania. Well, I bring you an original character named Ana-Marie who herself has just moved to Romania from the United States. Hopefully you enjoy. And reviews are very much appreciated and help encourage me! I'll even listen to any changes you'd like me to make.

AUTHORS NOTE: I do not own Vampire Kisses nor do I really know anything about Romania. The book Vampire Kisses belongs to Ellen Schreiber and not me. Please enjoy.

It's been a month now since I moved to Oradea, Romania with my father. He is a big business man and has told me several times over the past three years that one day, he would open up a business in the 'most prosperous city in Romania'. It wasn't a hard move for me, I suppose, considering I never really had many true friends to begin with. I was what some would call popular, but all that meant was that I had plenty of back-stabbing friends who wouldn't hesitate to smear my name in the mud. I never dated any guys for fear of being judged and the source of rumors about how I broke up with him after we had sex, which would not only be untrue but rude as well.

I wasn't enrolled in a high school because my father had decided that I was to be home schooled. Now I was not only going to have to stay at home to learn, but I probably wouldn't be able to make friends my age. That was fine with me because I had always acted much older than seventeen, but also because if I had friends older than me they would be more mature. My father had hired someone to teach me, beginning tomorrow. I hadn't really met him yet, but he was only a year older than me and considered a genius in both books and art. My father was hoping he could teach me to paint as well since my father so happened to be the owner of an art gallery here in Romania. I knew it would be impossible since I didn't have an artistic bone in my body. Unless you counted singing as an art form.

"Ana-Marie, I expect you to be in bed early tonight." My father said to me when he got home, as he took off his tie.

"Yes, father." I took his tie for him and placed it in the dirty clothes. "Dinner is on the table." I told him. He gave my cheek a kiss before making his way to the dining room where I had prepared for him steak, a baked potato, and peas.

"Looks delicious!" He stated before digging in. "I haven't eaten like this since we moved!" I smiled at my father.

"I'm glad you like it. I'll be headed for the shower now." I turned from him and left the kitchen, headed up the stairs of our two-story home to take a long, warm shower. When I was finished I dressed in my black silk pajamas and wrapped my hair up in a towel. I went downstairs to clean up the dishes and found my father passed out on the couch with the T.V still on. I shook my head and covered him up, turning off the television before heading upstairs to bed myself. Tomorrow was a big day; my first day as a home schooled student. Hopefully I did well enough to impress my father.

Well, this is the first chapter! Hopefully you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Constructive criticism, reviews, and facts about Oradea, Romania would be greatly appreciated. And yes, I do realize that it is really short. But this is just so I can figure out if people like it and will read it.