Vampire!RomaniaXReader: Targeted- Part 7

Love, a state of mind shared by humans universally.
As there are many kinds of people, there are different forms of Love.
Without these various forms of Love, human beings would cease to exist.
For the same reasons all human beings need air, Love is just as vital.
Sometimes, it truly takes enough pain to open the love in your heart: for
all people cause different forms of pain, just as there are different forms of Love.

     "I can't do this," you lower the rapier shakily, "I don't want to fight."

"Good, you'll make this quick and easy," Lucid agrees pleasantly.

Vladimir approaches, he stops before you, within arm's length, his face still abnormally blank. You sheathe your blade and wait patiently for the end to come.

"Interesting…" Father Lucid wrings his hands apprehensively, "You aren't going to fight the one who killed your parents?"

"No," you respond, hushed. Vladimir slowly lifts the scythe up and around you, the blade's curve grazing your back. Should he pull forward, you would be severed in two.

Once a human being witnesses the accounts of love and its everlasting effects, Love is often hard to let go of.
As many say, "Love will make you do crazy things". Is statement is just as true as Newton's Laws?

     You step forward and latch onto Vladimir, burying your face into his shoulder. There, you wait, but instead of feeling pain, you feel Vladimir's muscles relax from their tense state. After a moment, his free arm wraps around you. Yet he still says nothing, and you don't want him to: you understand now, that you love him, regardless of what happened in the past, or what decisions he decides to make.

"Wh-what?! Vladimir, dispose or her immediately!" Despite Father Lucid's commands, he doesn't move. "Do as I say, you vile demon!"

Vladimir's grip vanishes, and the scythe clatters against the hard floor. As if a switch was flipped, he seems to be himself again. He speaks, his voice incredibly soft, "I'm so sorry, [Name]."

"It's all right, Vlad,"

"I don't know what came over me…"

"It's all right, Vlad,"

"I would never hurt you," his embrace tightens around you now that both of his arms are free. You can't help but hold him tighter, the feeling of security strengthens within your heart, for the first time since the loss of your parents.

"I see," Lucid laughs demonically, throwing his head back, "I suppose mind control only works on those with a mind! Alas, that is well, because the both of you can simply rot in hell."

Vladimir pulls away and looks into your eyes. "I'll make everything right," he swears, his eyes ablaze with an undying flame.

You begin to protest, but he stops you: "I owe you this," Vladimir turns to face Lucid head on after picking the scythe up once more. 

The Father smirks cockily, "So you think you can defeat me? Perhaps you are quite mindless,"

"Let's just get this over with,"

       You back out of the way, eyeing Lucid and Vladimir, wondering who will strike first; Vladimir deals the first blow. He throws his scythe with such force that it spins through the air right for the Father. Lucid doesn't seem too concerned; for all he does is raise a hand to stop it from coming within inches of him. Vladimir vanishes, only to reappear behind Lucid, prepared to deal a vicious attack. Lucid was prepared for such, and simply steps out of the way; with a grin, he raises a finger and targets Vladimir for the same blast of energy he used on poor Marina. It misses, for Vladimir vanished once again.
All the while, you wonder if you should intervene.

   You find that the crossbow is too close to the battle to be safe, and the handgun is the same distance away. The rapier hangs on your hip, but it would be too risky to try and make a sneak attack, wouldn't it? The Father seems to be far too strong for you to simply try and kill him as you wish. Hopelessness nearly paralyzes you, but Marina's voice rings through your head.
"'You aren't normal either, [Name]. You just need to open your eyes,'" she'd said.

   You look down at your hands, wondering what you could possibly do: Marina seemed to know more about yourself than you did, so maybe she could've told the abilities you have…if any. But Marina was burnt to nothingness…you grimace at the thought. For some reason, the collar that you had been bound by  flashed in your mind.
If it was here with you, then by simply snapping it around Lucid's neck would leave the bastard immobile. 

Then there's a loud clank to your right, like a rock falling onto tile. You jump instinctively and look over; the collar is there, and you can't believe your eyes. You reach for it, sure that you're hallucinating.
    Your fingers don't run through it: they touch the solid metal.
And it is at this stunning revelation that you realize her words were true. You don't feel the need to sulk about the fact that you aren't human, instead, you want to get into action.

"Tired already, Lucid?" Vladimir questions the Father with a confident grin.

"Silence, spawn of Hell," Lucid breathes heavily, clearly not able to keep up with the lean vampire's agility for so long. Lucid's back is to you, so you decide that it's now or never.

"I thought that you would actually pose a fight…but I guess that's why you have Hunters to do the dirty work, right? For a demon, you're pretty lowly,"

"I'll make you eat those words,"

"And how might you do that?"


      You hope that Lucid is too focused on his opponent to realize that you're coming at full steam from behind.

Love, it will make you do crazy things.

      You snap the collar shut around the demon's neck, giving him no time to react; yanking back on the thick links of the chain, you pull the Father back with enough force to set him on his rear end.

Love can provide the strength, the bravery that may be needed to accomplish a goal; a goal that might not have been possible to reach before.

      "Wh-what is the meaning of this?!"

"It means 'you lose', Lucid," you tell him, holding tight to the chain.

Vlad applauds slowly, walking over to you. "Very nice," he compliments your work. However, you are in no mood for games.

"I can tell you what happened to your parents!" Lucid cries, his face awash with panic. "It was that demon! He killed them!"

You look up at Vladimir, an annoyed expression on your face. "Kill him, please,"

He raises his eyebrows. "What about—"

"Please just do it..."

Vladimir nods obediently, tightening his grip around the scythe.

"You're really going to kill me?! You don't even know what happened to your parents!" Lucid shouts at you.

       You back away from Lucid to avoid any blood that may splatter.The Father's pleas for mercy are distant like the wind; you pay him no attention and turn away.
Lucid's cries become louder as Romania raises his scythe. And after a shift of the wind, Lucid speaks no more.

     You turn around to only find Romania and the collar; no blood or even a trace of the demon that plagued your life.
But now, the vampire's expression is incredibly grim as he looks at you. "I'll tell you now…I won't hide it from you anymore..."

"Okay then," you let go of the chain, allowing it to snake onto the floor.

He takes a deep breath. "To start, your mother was a witch that could materialize her thoughts into material objects. Your father was a vampire. Around the time that you were born, vampire uprisings began. The vampires would attack humans without any sort of thought, like it was a sport.
The Church in the country that your mother and father lived in sent out Hunters to control the vampires. Of course, things got ugly... Your father's parents were caught, although they were innocent… I don't know what happened to them. But your father burned down that church and fled with your mother and the infant you to this country.
The head priest at the other church was Lucid's brother…he died in the fire. When Lucid heard about it, he sent out the Hunters to go into the vampire community to find who did it. That's when he found your family.
I was hired to seek his revenge. I killed your parents, but I couldn't kill you. And after that, I quit my job working with the Church because of the guilt. I've kept an eye on you since then…"

       You wipe away the few tears that snuck out and rolled down your face. "Is there anything else that I should know?" you ask.

Romania shakes his head. "That's all of it," and then he puts his scythe in your hands.

"I'm sorry, but no amount of apologizing can fix what I've done. So with that," he gestures to the weapon, "you can avenge your parents."

You watch as he kneels down before you, his head bowed.

Love. It is an amazing thing.

"I'm not going to kill you," you say quietly.

He looks up at you, confused. "Why not...? I..."

"There's no need for me too…Enough people have died already, don't you think?" you kneel down as well. "We all make mistakes,"

A smile comes across his face. "You're too kind,"

"Save the flattery, vampire," you smile back at him. "What do we do now?"

"Actually, I didn't plan this far ahead, [Name],"

You laugh a little and he joins you.
Everything will be alright from now on.

Love, it is a powerful force.