Romania x Reader – Is It Really a Myth? Prologue

-Five Years Old-

You were sitting on one of the swings, sipping from your juice box. It was about a month into the school year already. Kindergarten was more fun than you had expected, but you wished every day that you were back at home with Mommy. People liked you apparently, but the first time you smiled, they all ran away, screaming "Monster!"

A single tear ran down your cheek. You wiped it away in frustration as you leaned over to put the now empty juice box next to the bar holding up the swing. Looking up at the sky, you took in the blueness of it as you thought about life here.

You were born in (country), but had moved here to Romania as a baby. Your family was an important one in the small town you lived in: they had helped found the town way back when. The only reason you were born in (country) was because your parents had been living there for a year for business.

Life at home was great. You always got to play with Mommy and Daddy and the little birdies that landed in the garden. The squirrels and bunnies would come up to you for pets all the time, too. School was a different world compared to home.

A shout snapped you out of your thoughts. There was a group of the big boys gathering around someone you had never seen. He was probably new. You realized that the big kids were bullying the poor thing! He was standing defiantly, but his expression was just barely hiding the worry. He was so small compared to them!

You bolted towards them, sending the swing in a huge arc. You shouted to them to leave him alone, but they just laughed. Forcing your way through the boys, you stood in front of the new kid, who had stumbled and fallen backwards. The boys started coming up to you, but you had a natural ability for fighting and had been training with your grandfather every day practically since you could walk. You slapped, kicked, and punched until all the boys ran away.

Turning to the boy behind you, you held out a hand with a small smile. He took it, and you pulled him up. He showed you a nervous smile, and you noticed that he had teeth like fangs. The boy had strawberry blond hair, pale skin and red eyes.

"Do you want to be friends?" you asked. After a moment he nodded.

"Bine! Alo, my name is (f/n). What's yours?"

"Uh… It's Vladimir… Vlad," he said quietly.

"Nice to meet ya, Vlad!" you said with a small smile. He gave you a smile back, giving you another glimpse of his teeth. You pointed at them, and then his eyes. "Were they bullying you because of those?" He nodded.

"Don't worry. I don't have red eyes, but I do think it's cool! And look at this," you said. You gave him a full smile and pulled your lip aside to flash your own fangs. "I hab dem too!"

Vlad giggled a bit. He definitely thought you were strange. But you were nice, so that was all that mattered. You grabbed his hand, heading for the merry-go-round.

"Mulțumesc, (f/n)," he said. You turned and grinned, your (e/c) eyes shut.

"Cu plăcere, Vlad. I was hoping for a friend," you replied.

You and Vlad were going to be best friends. You already knew you were.