Antanasia, Jessica's real name, lived in Romania for ten years of her life. When her father was found dead in their front yard Antanasia's mother sends her to America with her Uncle Dorin. They live in New York and Antanasia is finally finishing High School and can't wait to return home to her family, but when her mother sends her a letter saying there's great dangers lurking around every corner of her home land. And one of those dangers is Luicus Vladescu, the prince from an enemy clan.
What would the last heir of the Dragomirs do, to save her family?
Antanasia Dragomirs looked out the window of her bedroom to see the full moon peaking out from the clouds. It was still raining outside, as it has been for the past three hours. The dim lighting reflected Antanasia's pail skin, making her look like a princess of the night. And that's exactly who Antanasia was.
She was a princess of the night, a vampire. She never doubted it. Even when her mother forced her to leave Romania when she was ten years old, after her father was murdered and the rival Vladescu clan was to balm.
Again Antanasia looked over the letter that her mother had sent her. It had arrived this morning, in an ivory envolop and sealed with red wax. Antanasia could hardly wait to open it this morning, but now she wished she never had.
My dearest daughter,
I've been thinking and I don't think you should come back to Romania this summer. The Vladescu clan has been as ruthless as ever and I wish that you stay hidden from there prying eyes a bit longer, until further notice.
All my love.
Antanasia crumbled the piece of paper into a ball and through it half way across the room.
So this is what her mother wanted, for her to stay dead to the world.
Antanasia wanted to scream or break something or do something unprincess like for once. She ran her hand through her dark curls then continuded her long gaze at the moon. Then something dark caught her eyes from across the street.
It was a person. A man. Antanasia stood from her window seat and looked out at the dark stranger.
It could be someone waiting for a taxi or looking at the coffee store across the street. As if to prove her wrong the stranger looked up at her and smiled. Antanasia gasped.
Fangs! He has fangs!
Her eyes racked over the details of his face. Everything about him screamed Vladescu. Especially those liquidity black eyes.
"Antanasia...." She saw his mouth move with the word. He then turned and walked down the street.
Antanasia could hardly speak, hardly think. This was who her mother was warning her about and yet the danger is already here.
"Dorin!" She called running out of her room and into the foyer.