Sitting there, at the piano, made me feel very at home. Mr. Edelstein's lessons were finally paying off. Everyone seemed to really love my playing. It made me very happy to see that people were enjoying the music I wrote. I had originally thought it was bad, but Mr. Edelstein had given me a prodigious praise for it. That was the one time he thought my music wasn't trash. To even get praise from the man was an honor (more or less because he was so picky about people's music) that I would never forget.

Then the end came. The restaurant was closing and the bar was opening, which meant that I was done. Looking up from my sheet music, I saw that a few people were still there. One of them was the man who'd let me stay in his house. He had a curious look on his face...Did he know that it was me?

As I put my sheet music away, the owner of the restaurant came over to me and invited me to play again the next night. Seeing the amount of money he gave me, I told him that I would be there the next night. The whole time I talked with the owner, I could feel the red eyes on me. Even though it scared me, I stood strong and paid no attention to him.

Leaving the restaurant, I still felt like I was being watched. It was so creepy! Walking down every street made me feel more paranoid. Alleys scared me the moon seemed really eerie. What a perfect combination, wouldn't you say so? God, why did I go to Romania? Why didn't I go to Switzerland like I planned on? Why did Miss. Elizabeta tell me that she hated Romanians? Curiosity killed the cat and I was stuck there.

I rambled on and on in my head about how I hated myself for going to Romania. It didn't click in my head that I actually saying my ramblings out loud. I remember thinking out loud that I would have gone back to war over this.

"Shouldn't you be at home?"

I screamed at the voice. A hand covered my mouth and an other hand was on my shoulder. Turning my head slowly, I saw that it was the red-eyed man. I felt like I was going to pass out.

"You know better then to say such things in such a patriotic place. You could get killed...And pretty girls like you should know that you don't go out by yourselves late at night, alone."

Hearing the word pretty made me wonder why I wasn't passed out yet. I had never been called pretty before. NEVER. Back where I grew up, I wasn't even called cute. Every other girl I saw was nice looking, but I wasn't.

"S-sorry.." I stuttered in my normal voice.

I used a deeper voice when I was around him earlier, so he wouldn't think it would be me.

"I-I'm actually going to my hotel right now.."

"You don't know what kind of creatures may be lurking in the shadows, waiting to attack poor pretty girls like you."

"T-that's why I'm going to my hotel r-right now."

"Well, miss...could you tell me your name?"

My name just flowed out of my mouth.

"Elysia"

My whole name is Elysia Alida de Aquafrisca, but I just keep it to Elysia to make things easier.

"Miss Elysia.." He said softly, kissing my hand "I'm terribly sorry if I scared you, would you like me to escort you to your inn as an apology?"

I could feel my cheek pinken up. God, this is the guy that I took advantage of...WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?

"That would be nice sir.." I mentally killed myself for saying that.

"Please call me Vlad."

God must hate me.

I took his arm and I told him the name of the inn. It was really just an inn that I remember going into. The whole time I was with him, he spoke softly to me. I seriously wanted to die when I felt myself enjoying it.

After arriving at the inn, he "scolded me about being out late" and once again apologized to me for scaring the living day lights out of me.

"Don't worry about it." I said cheerfully

"Alright" he smiled.

That's when I noticed two teeth that were quite a bit longer than the rest...Could he be a-..no..he couldn't be...

"Good bye Miss Elysia."

"Noapte bună" I told him

He nodded and walked back in the direction of his home. However, he said something right before he was too far away. I could only catch part of it..

"-r blood smells nice."

He's a vampire?

"Oh, dear..." I muttered to myself