She slept with her parents that night. Lucian took her room. He took interest in the little knick-knacks she had scattered about.

Her room was a light shade of yellow. It was huge and had a grand piano in the middle, right in front of the fireplace, just in front of the end of her bed. Did she play? He wondered. Did she sing? He pondered. Most Romanian women don't have such great voices. But then again, she wasn't just any other Romanian girl. She was special.

Her bed was so comfortable he thought he might steal it and bring it back as their bed. It was a king size and had about fifteen pillows cushioning it. The sheets were cashmere, silk and the finest Egyptian cotton. Obviously she had been treated well.

He surveyed the room some more, walking over to a shelf-covered wall. The shelves were filled with trophies. She won trophies? They were all substantially big and tall. He picked one up, gingerly and read the script at the bottom.

National Bronze Medalist 2008: Ballet

He looked to another one.

Regional Junior Champion 2009: Lyrical Dance

And another…

World Silver Medalist 2009: Ballet

And the biggest one, at a height of two and a half feet tall…

National Champion 2009: Ballet

Not only those trophies lined the walls, but medals with pictures of Ballerinas hung loosely. Then, he found something remarkable.

It was a trophy that inscribed, Eastern European Dance Festival: First Place overall in Ballet.

He was appalled. She had travelled to her homeland and no one had even recognized her.

He continued down the shelves to the bottom few, where she found a trophy that said, National Music Festival of America 2008: Best Song and Piano Solo.

So she did sing… and play the piano… and do ballet… what a typical eastern European girl.

I lay in bed with my parents. I couldn't do it anymore. I was never a really good sleeper. And especially now, after hearing what that guy, Lucius had said I was even more on edge.

Getting out of bed, I slipped on my Victoria's Secret slippers to match the satin night gown. I thanked god it had a built in bra, especially since that guy was lurking around my house. Why my parents had let him stay here was beyond me.

Unfortunately, I knew nothing could hide my features. He'd basically seen it all.

The black satin nightgown was spaghetti strapped and v-necked… and my hair was up in a messy bun… just the perfect outfit around a vampire. The v-neck exposed some cleavage, of which I was not pleased with. And, the lace bottom only went down to above my knees. I wanted to slip on a sweatshirt, but it was way too hot. I felt way too hot.

Just like, when I first saw that guy, I got this weird sensation. My skin prickled and I got really hot. It was strange really, how I didn't knee him in the crotch like I would any other guy.

But then again, I thought as I walked down the hallway lined with mirrors, he wasn't just any other guy.

My room was all the way at the end of the hall, so I was quiet. I didn't want to wake him up. Now, there was no one to protect me.

Still, I wanted my alone time. So I went to the place I like to sit and think, the glass encased 'screen house' we had. It was sound proof and had a grand piano brought straight over from Russia. I kept the lights off to prevent anyone from noticing. There was barely enough light for me to navigate towards the piano after shutting the door. It was almost pitch dark.

I walked over sleepily and sat down at the bench, fixing my night gown before putting my hands on the keys.

I started to play a Romanian Lullaby my so-called mother used to sing to me. It always got me to calm down. My hands ran smoothly across the keys, feeling the music in every beat.

I was getting so into it that I didn't even notice the dark shadow making its way across the even darker room. Soon enough, when I was right in the middle of the lullaby a hand was placed on my shoulder. I stopped dead. My eyes widened, putting on my best innocent face for my mom who would probably yell at me for not getting some sleep—

I turned my head to see not my mom… but Lucian. I gasped quietly. How did he hear me? So it's true that vamps have supernatural hearing?

"Don't worry. I will not harm you." Yet. I thought in my head. He stared down at me like he was waiting for me to ask something. I shifted nervously.

"May I?" He motioned towards a spot on the seat next to me. I slid over, almost obediently. How was he doing that? Controlling me? What was going on here? I was always the leader. I'm captain of the varsity dance team for god's sake!

He sat down next to me, staring at my facial features. I gazed down at the keys.

"That lullaby you were playing…" he started. "It was beautiful… a true classic to my people. Please, continue." He asked me. I glanced up at him before resting my fingers on the keys again.

I started to play and felt him staring at my face, which was focused intently on the keys. I knew I had the ability to play without looking, but I didn't want to risk locking eyes with him again.

His eyes bore into me as I finished the song. So much for being alone. This was all so weird. I thought it was a dream brought on by too much dancing.

I finished with the last few sweet notes which—if my mother was singing it—put me to sleep.

"That was… unbelievable." His voice came out as smooth as the silk of my nightgown. "I noticed you sing also…"

I nodded, my eyes still fixed on the keys. "You saw my trophies."

"Yes. I saw you traveled to Eastern Europe for ballet too."

He brought back good memories. I had loved that trip. I got to see and experience my culture while doing the sport I loved… and winning countless trophies.

I nodded again, humbly and blushed. I felt my cheeks turn pink. This guy had been creeping around my room…

He reached up, brushing away a curl hanging on the side of my face. He tucked it gently behind my ear. That motion made me look up at him. I felt my cheeks were still sort of pink.

"Tell me, why do think it is impossible for you to be a princess? Why does that notion seem too strange?" He brushed my cheek before dropping his hand down on the bench.

I stuttered and stammered, but trying to speak in front of him was nearly impossible after what he did to me.

"Well—uhm, I'm—uhh…"

"Do you actually think you are average?" He asked.

"Well—uh—yes. I mean I—I'm not—I can't see myself as that… a ruler."

He hummed a laugh deep in his throat. "You are captain of the varsity dance team, correct? You already show signs of leadership. You are trained in the arts Romanians appreciate more than anything else in the world and are magnificently beautiful."

I had never been paid a compliment like that.

"Um—thank you." I uttered timidly.

There was a silence.

"Well thank you for the lullaby… maybe I can get some rest now. We are leaving first thing tomorrow for Transylvania, Romania." He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I got a shock of electricity. So that was where I got the weird sensation from…

Then, I finally realized what he'd just said.

"Wait what?—."

He was gone. I sat on the bench for a while, thinking about his words. I was traveling to Transylvania. This was all so strange. I don't know why I'm believing it. I know I shouldn't.

But sitting there on that bench, touching my cheek where his lips had touched me, I gradually began to process all of it.

I had a feeling this senior year was going to be more than I had bargained for.