Disclaimer: I do not own Vladimir... sadly. Or the Volturi, or Stefan, of the Cullens. Yea you get the idea.

Chapter One: Ambrosia's POV

I giggled in amusement at my best friend while he tried to beat me in combat. Stefan gave it his best I'm sure but I am the best fighter out of my coven, the overwhelming number of three. I guess that's a plus to being Caius' daughter, he always wanted me to be able to defend myself. Vladimir grinned and watched us from the sidelines. He was leaning against the wall wearing his people clothes. Basically meaning he sported an outfit that was modern but not at the same time. While staring at my mate I was unawares of Stefan sneaking up behind me.

People learn quickly never to sneak up on me because I will beat the shit out of you. Vladimir startled me by suddenly straightening up from his slouched position on the wall, and Stefan apparently ignored his warning because he jumped on my back. My mind immediately went into overdrives as I slammed backwards knocking Stefan off to the floor. In seconds I had him in the air by his throat. Yes, he's my best friend but I fucking hate when people sneak up on me. It's been a phobia ever since I saved my Father from those damn werewolves

Stefan clawed at my hand trying to get down but I didn't budge even when my skin began to be torn away. I began to bleed of course I'm part human being a hybrid and all. I dropped my friend and turned from him feeling slightly ashamed at my actions. "Sorry." I muttered hiding in Vladimir's shoulder.

Vlad wrapped his arms gently around my waist and pulled me into him. Stefan stood and brushed himself off as if he could get dirt in our training room. It really wasn't a training room but a ball room in our manor. The room itself was gorgeous with a hanging diamond chandelier and light blue walls. On the far right wall there was a portrait hanging.

In the frame was Vladimir and I kissing it was a really sweet gift from him for our 150th. We'd only been truly together for about 400 years now. We had only seen each other once before that but that was the worst day of my life and we were both in combat so neither of us noticed to mating bond until later that day. We ignored it though for over 1000 years until it became too much and I ran away to Romania. Sighing I snuggled into his leathered chest in contempt. My mate stroked my hair in comfort because he knew I was angry with myself for hurting Stefan.

"Ambro, I am not angry with you." Stefan said from the side of us "I apologize for damaging your hand. Is it alright?" Both of them knew it was still bleeding, honestly if you couldn't smell it you'd have to be one impaired vampire. Pulling away from Drac for a second I looked down at it in disdain. It was torn up like when you scrape your hand when falling on the sidewalk except it was from my palm to right below my elbow.

It'd be healed in a little while but now that I'm looking at it, it hurts like a bitch. Vladimir picked up my wrist gingerly and examined it in concern. Leaning forward he kissed a scratch before his tongue darted out and slid across the cut tasting the blood beading there. Rolling his eyes Stefan excused himself from the room before rushing off. My blood had stopped being tempting to Vladimir about fifty years into our relationship. While he still enjoyed the taste it is not remotely possible that he'd try to suck me dry unless he hadn't had blood in a very long time.

My blood appealed to him as his did to me. He was my mate there was no reason it shouldn't appeal to either of us we were both vampires or half vampire in my case. Sadly my being a hybrid did damper on a few things. Yes, I'm immortal and thank the Gods I don't have to worry about him out living me but I was more delicate than he was. As shown with my bleeding wrist which Vlad was still kissing softly.

A small smile grew on my face as I looked upon the man I loved so goddamn much. "I love you." I whispered bringing my other hand up to touch his marble cheek.

"As I love you." Releasing my wrist which had healed with the help of his saliva he placed each of his hands on my hips. Pulling me against his body he kissed my neck softly nibbling teasingly along my skin. Giggling I placed my arms around his neck . The nice thing about Drac was he was only 5' 4" and I was 5' 2" so we were close to the same size height wise, which wasn't too strange considering his time period. He was thicker than me obviously having a masculine bone structure and he was that perfect muscular not to much where you're thinking 'are you serious' but in that sexy I've got a smoothe six pack kind of way.

Placing his forehead against my own he chuckled softly. "Penny for your thoughts?" I asked.

"I was just thinking of the irony that comes with us being mates."

"It is ironic, is it not?"

"If anyone would have dared say I would fall so ardently in love with Caius Volturi's daughter I believe I would have dismembered them."

"Glad no one said it then." I laughed kissing his nose. My hands teased the back of his head playing with the thick and soft ash blonde hair curling it with my fingers.

"I will never leave you, love."

"Say it..." I whispered my lips practically touching his.

Vlad's unnecessary breaths tickled my sensitive skin as he spoke letting his Dacian (Romanian) accent leak through and with a husky voice spoke. "I am yours." In an instant my lips collided with his. Moaning I jumped up and wrapped my legs firmly around his waist. Luckily for us hybrids don't need to breathe after they mature so it gave us plenty of time for out tongues to dance. I could feel his smile through my own lips as he ran at vampire speed into our bedroom. With a grunt I landed on top of Vlad as we fell to the bed. Not that I could hurt him of course.

His lips pulled away to bite gently against the bare skin shown by my black tank top. Letting out a happy moan I placed my body in Vladimir's arms. Oh and he took advantage of that.

+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+ Vladimir's POV

Humming softly to myself I looked down at Ambrosia. Her white- blonde hair stood out among out dark sheets and she seemed small compared to the king sized bed we had. Smiling at her I as if touching a babe slide the back of my hand down her face.

Ambrosia whispered my name in her sleep and turned over onto my side. Leaning over her protectively I kissed her forehead. Ambro had to sleep about 10 hours a week and especially after our activities. To me though it did not matter to me because what is a few hours sleep compared to eternity with the woman you love.

A lot of people assumed we would not be able to last because she was so much like that bastard, Caius. Yes I agree she does share traits with him but she has a heart unlike him. Caius and the rest of the scum Volturi ate off of tourists while us Romanians ate off the monsters of today: serial killers, psychopaths, druggies, and Ambrosias favorite rapists.

For about 50 years after meeting Carlisle she went vegetarian but switched back because she had too much trouble with it. The Cullen family respected us because we tried to never hurt the mildly innocent because no one is completely innocent. If anyone were to claim such a thing I would like to believe my reaction would be to laugh in thier face.

My mate kicked off the blanket in an attempt to cool herself off. Rolling my eyes at her struggles I pulled the blanket back over her and laid her across my cold chest. It is like she forgets I am a living rock. A few hours later she groaned and stretched out her body next to mine. Rubbing her shoulder I noticed the handprint bruise situated their.

I froze staring at it with widened eyes. "Hey!"

My head jerked to the side to look at her, "I... am so sor-"Her hand came up and covered my mouth to quiet me.

Leaning up right next to my ear she whispered, "You could crack every bone in my body a hundred times over, Vladimir but that'll never stop me from fucking you."

Pushing her over so I laid on top of her I impishly grinned at her and said, "I will take you up on such an offer."

"Good!" She whispered going to kiss me but before she could the door burst open. With vampire speed I covered us with the blanket before turning to glare at him to find it indeed was Stefan.

Before I could correctly glare at him he spoke, "Get dressed." Then he slammed the door shut cracking it down the middle. Something was wrong. Jumping I threw on my fighting clothes and Ambrosia did the same. We raced to the door hand in hand.

Opening the door Stefan grabbed my other wrist and snarled, "Conacul de la ardere!"

"Ce naiba?" Ambrosia asked as we ran towards the door. Ambro wasn't as fast as us so I threw her over my back and ran. Danger! We could all smell it our greatest threat.

All three of us could smell it. Ash... The mansion was on fire and we were in the goddamn middle of the place.

"Conacul de la ardere!"- The manor is on fire!

"Ce naiba?"- What the Hell?