"Amaya! Come on! We have to go!" I heard Kurda holler.

I quickly pulled my auburn hair into a low ponytail and grabbed my backpack off the ground. I had been Kurda's assistant now for 72 years and was a full vampire.

The two of us had been staying in an old church for the past few days; we never stayed in one place for too long. Since Kurda was a vampire general, he had to go to Vampire Mountain every 12 years for council meetings, but hadn't gone the past few times for various reasons. But this time was different. This time there wasn't anything to hold us back. For the first time ever, I would get to go to Vampire Mountain.

I ran out of the church into the open. It was a warm spring night. Kurda had on his usual blue traveling cloak on with a pair of slacks and a white muscle shirt underneath. He wasn't mush older than I, probably 120 or 130 years old.

"Are you ready?" He asked with a smile that always captivates me.

"Yep! Let's go!" I said cheerfully.

Well, here it goes. Vampire Mountain. Kurda said it will only take a week to get there based on where we were to get there.

"Don't forget what I taught you." Kurda said sternly. "When you flit it takes a lot of focus. Don't get distracted."

I sighed. "I know, I know. Don't worry. Can we leave now?"

Kurda narrowed his eyes at me. "You are so impatient. Just follow me, OK?"

I nodded. Kurda and I started with a slow jog, which progressed into running, and finally flitting side by side. Flitting was where vampires run at extreme speeds. It was so fast that if we flitted past a human, they would hardly notice. The only problem with flitting was it took a lot of energy.

I didn't know what to expect at the mountain. My impatience was unbearable…I couldn't wait to get there! I wouldn't have to be judged by the princes, like Kurda said most vampires were. Since Kurda was a vampire general he could pass judgement on whether I'm worthy to be a vampire. That was made when we met.

Nobody probably noticed I went missing, not even my parents. It would surprise me if they even knew that they had a daughter to begin with! Obviously they were dead now. All I had in the world was Kurda.

Life as a vampire wasn't easy, but it's better than what I had. At first drinking human blood was beyond reasoning for me, but finally I gave in. Occasionally Kurda and I would run into some vampire hunters. Boy, are they irritating. But, they learned the hard way…

Kurda and I…I like the sound of that. I admit, I am in love with him. He's such a kind and gentleperson, Not the fighting type like most vampires I've met here and there.

After about an hour, Kurda and I stopped. We were in a forest. The sun hadn't risen yet, but it would in a few hours. There was about a foot of snow and it was freezing here!

"Where are we?" I asked Kurda. He pulled a map from inside his traveling cloak and looked around (one of Kurda's hobbies was map making).

"According to my map, the journey is just starting. We start our hike here. I'm really tired. Let's call it a night. There's a cave we can rest in over here, if I'm right. Are you OK with that?"

I was tired, too. I nodded and followed Kurda. Eventually we were in a rather small cave. It was completely empty and dark.

I looked down at what I was wearing: a pair of white shorts and a sleeveless black shirt! The only reasonable item I was wearing was my boots! It was so warm where we started…I never thought about what the temperature would be where we'd finished.

Kurda laughed. "Cold?"

"What do you think?" I retorted.

I put my backpack on the ground and pulled out a pair of jeans and a black sweater. I had nowhere to change.

"Don't look." I told Kurda. He was sitting on the floor, back against the wall, drinking blood from a small jar he carried everywhere.

"I won't…" He rolled his eyes.

I eyed him suspiciously and turned my back to him. Quickly I slipped my shorts off and put my jeans on. I glanced behind me to make sure he wasn't looking…he wasn't.

I lifted my shirt off, but besides the cold air, I could feel his eyes burning into my back. When I finished, I spun around to see Kurda look the other way quickly.

"You were looking, weren't you?" I asked.

"…No…" He replied coolly, but his face gave him away. His cheeks were bright red.

I narrowed my eyes and smiled as I walked over to him. Slowly I sat down.

"You're blushing…"

Kurda bit his lower lip.

"So, you like what you saw?" I asked playfully.

Kurda shoved me away.

"Admit it. You think I'm sexy." I loved messing with him.

"Cut it out." Kurda's face burned even more. "You're so immature…."

I smiled and walked back over to my backpack. I put my other clothes in and took out my traveling, which I didn't normally wear, but it was warm.

I laid on the ground and pulled my cloak around me. Kurda likes me, I know it! If I could just get him to admit it…