AN: Okie dokie, fans of mine. Here goes nothing. I was in the mood for a Vampire!Romania x Hungary fanfic the other day, and while looking around on this site I realized something. All of the Vampire Romania x Hungary fics I could find were either too short, incomplete, or a brainsore to read. So I decided to write one of my own. Here goes nothing.

Prologue

The castle walls themselves seemed to shake as the front doors were bashed against with battering rams. The bloodthirsty cries of the townspeople forcing their way into the castle echoed down the hallways and resounded in Elizabeta's ears as she ran, the only other audible noises being her panting breaths and her shoes against the stone floors. She turned corner after corner, ran down hallway after hallway, and stumbled down staircase after staircase until she reached the door she was looking for. Grasping the rusted handle, she grunted with effort as she pulled the door open and slipped inside.

The chamber she was faced with was large enough to hold a small village, but contained nothing save for a lone coffin. Despite her exhaustion, Elizabeta dashed over to the coffin and flung open the lid. Inside lay a handsome man sleeping peacefully, his porcelain face smooth with the calm of a deep sleep. But when Elizabeta opened the coffin lid, the man's eyelids snapped open to reveal eyes the color of blood, which immediately fixed on the woman standing before him.

"Elizabeta? What has happened?" He asked, sitting up and moving to stand before her. He sniffed the air for a moment, his eyes widening as he detected the smell of blood coming from the woman before him. "You are hurt. What has happened?" He asked again as he grasped her arms. The moment she felt him hold her arms, Elizabeta's legs buckled, and she collapsed. With the strength and speed of one of the supernatural, he caught her and lowered himself to the floor, cradling her in his arms. He brushed her matted hair away from her face and looked into her watering emerald eyes.

"My love, there is no time," She said weakly, her voice cracking and laced with pain. "A mob has come for us. They have attacked the castle and are breaking down the doors as we speak. It is only a matter of time before they find us." She coughed violently and winced, grasping her side. It was then that her lover looked down to see the source of the smell of blood, which was a gaping wound in her side.

"How did this happen?" He demanded. He moved to tear parts of her dress to staunch the wound, only to be stopped by her hand upon his.

"I attempted to barricade the main doors to stall the mob. It seems I was not fast enough. One of the men managed to get through the doors before I could stop them, and used his knife to do this to me. I managed to finish him off by playing dead, but the damage has been done. I am going to die tonight, my love. Of this I am certain." She finished her explanation with another wracking cough, from which blood came out of her mouth and spattered on her lover's face. He paid it no heed as tears collected in the corners of his eyes.

"I will not allow you to die," He said angrily. "I will change you and prevent your death." He moved to her neck, only to have her turn away weakly.

"No. It is not right, my love. It will not work. The body must have enough blood for the change to work, and I have already lost too much coming here." Elizabeta said, her voice growing fainter.

"What can I do?" The man asked desperately. "I love you! I cannot let you die like this!" He said, his voice breaking. The dying woman in his arms smiled softly, lifting her hand to cup his cheek.

"Listen to me," She whispered. "You must live."

"I cannot," He growled. "A life without you-"

"But you will not be without me," She interjected. "I am still human. I still have my soul. In some time, I shall be reincarnated. Although I may not remember you upon my rebirth, given time the memories may return. You must find me, my love, and help me to remember. Then we may be together again. I may not be the same person, but my soul is the same, and my love for you lives on," She said. "Promise me that you will live. Promise me that you will live to love me in another life."

"I promise," He swore, tears flowing freely now.

Seemingly content with his answer, the woman nodded and allowed her eyes to close. "You must go now, my love," She said, her voice faint. "They are coming and will soon be here."

The man shook his head, although he knew she could not see it. "I will not leave you," He said.

"You are not leaving me, dearest. You are simply going elsewhere to find me," She said. Her hand dropped from his face and back into her lap as her breathing slowed. "Find me," She whispered as she took her final breaths, "so we may be together once more."

"I will," The man promised as he heard her heartbeat slow to a stop. Through his tears he lowered himself to her lips for a final kiss before standing and placing her in his coffin. Closing the lid, he turned to the far wall and activated the panel to open his secret exit. Giving the chamber one last look, he vowed, "I will find you, my darling, and I will never lose you again," Before he shut the door and fled into the night.

AN: So it's a little short, but remember that it's a prologue. Also, for those of you who are reading any of my other fics, know that I have not abandoned them, and will get to them when I can. Inspiration for my stories and new chapters come in waves. I can't control it. So one day I may feel like writing a new chapter for Treaty of Hearts, another day may be Beauty and the Beast... it's just how it is. But know this: I will NEVER up and dry abandon a story. Okay? Okay. R&R, please! If you find any spelling/grammatical errors and point them out to me, you will earn my eternal love. :P Stay tuned for the next chapter of Find Me. Until next time!