School Theme RomaniaX Reader

Mythology the study of legend and folklore, you read to your self from your slim textbook. Your friend, that goofy ball, had made you take this class. You looked up as the door  opened. You had been sitting in the front row of Mr. Romania's classroom. The room was covered with posters and dark shades. The door swung opened and your teacher strolled in.

"Hey everybody." he said mischievously. A round of greetings went though the classroom. "Okay!" he clapped his hands together. "Shall we get started?"  The classed started with brief introductions and went right into the lesson. You sat skeptically couldn't help but roll your eyes at some of the tales. Seriously? A underworld? No one you had died had come back to even prove such a thing. And vampires or Dracula? Give me a break.

When class was dismissed you packed you bags and left, eager to get to a actually lesson of fact and not myth. Mr. Romania also looked young to you and you petered your teacher to at least appear to have some experience in his or her's subject.

A Couple Days and Lessons Later

Though out your time in the classroom, you were still to be convinced of any of these creatures or gods actual existence.

On your way to Biology, you last period of the day, you stopped and remembered that you had left your notebook back in Mr. Romania's classroom. you dashed back and slide open the door. No one was there. you walked in and stopped up your notebook from your desk.

"Yo (y/n) What'cha doing here?" your turned it was Mr. Romania. He was sitting on the desk and swing his legs slightly. You were sure he wasn't there before.

I can to get my notebook" you said holding it up.

He nodded and then looked you up and down. You took a stepped backward wary. "(y/n) you do know that I actually do come from Romania?"

"Of course."

He nodded again "And you do know Romania is the origin of Vampires or more pacifically Dracula?" you nodded, all ready bored with this discussion. You were going to be late for class. Yo glanced back at Mr. Romania, but suddenly he was right in your face. Seriously about five inches separated your nose from his.  You felt the blood rising your to face. " Do you believe me (y/n)?"

Despite your position you said, Do you want the honest answer or what you want to hear?"

"Well, when someone asks a question they usually want to hear the honest reply."

"Fine then." you said, ".....No I don't believe in your mythology."

You waited for a reply but you felt something cool brush you neck. Shivers flew down your spine and you realized it was Mr. Romania. He had one had on your waist and the other on your cheek. You were about to protest when he kissed you. Frozen with shock you didn't see him move to your neck. When you did glanced down, you saw something sharp and white under his lips caress your throat.  "Shall I prove you wrong then?" he whisper softly.