Summary:

Centuries ago, a dying hunter cursed a young and angry vampire. Every few years, he'd forced to marry the things he hates the most… A human! He has three months to find a new one when they die… When his current wife falls down the stairs of death (Literally!) the clock starts ticking, and he has even less time.
Enter Romano Vargas, the cutest thing in the world (When he's not yelling, of course,) someone who just might help him break the curse…Assuming they can both keep their cool enough to fall in love!

Warnings:

Past mass-murder (Including character death), probably a little violence (Or a lot, these are vampires), swearing (we can assume that, since it's Romano involved.) and vampires who do not sparkle, but are civil… Like in the Underworld movies, if you need some help imagining it… Oh, and mentions of one(?) other pairing in later parts.

She fell down the stairs.
Down, down she fell. Thump, thump, crack, snap, she went. Her neck broke and blood spilled on the marble floor. A green eyed vampire stood at the top of the stairs, confused as to how this could have happened. Everyone in the hall rejoiced. Screams and shouts of joy could be heard; the youngest vampires were thrown into a frenzy and made quick work of the blood.
All of it. And then they went into the grand hall and they celebrated with music and dancing, or so it sounded like it.

But the green eyed vampire stood there and stared still. And then he walked cautiously down the steps and knelt down beside her, removing an ornate grey and red ring from her finger.
Tick. Tick. Antonio could just hear the clock of his life beginning to tick again.
Well, at least he didn't have to deal with this annoying human anymore, he thought to himself with a smile. At least she was gone.
But there were problems with her being gone, and there were already enough problems at the moment.

In the nearest town, the scouts told him, hunters had moved in. They were searching for the vampires, of course they were, that was what they did. He'd been told that there were a lot of them, and so the council and he had decided that it was best that they not send any of their vampires into the city or close to it. Instead, they'd been forced to hunt animals.
Which was just ridiculous and degrading if you asked any of them, but they had to survive somehow.

The Hunters would move away soon, anyways. In maybe a month, they'd get sick of searching there and leave… Hopefully. That would only leave him two months to find another human, and two months wasn't all that much when you'd lived for centuries…

Though a little air-headed and sometimes very clueless, Antonio was the elder of the vampires and, as such, everyone depended on his judgement to get them through alright. And since they depended on him, he had to make the good decision, right?

Meanwhile, the clock still went.

Tick….

…..Tick.

It ticked because he was cursed. Not just by having been so unfortunate as to having been bitten by a vampire so many centuries ago. Not because he had survived it and turned into what so many people called an atrocity. No. But that was why he had been cursed. Because a hunter, with his dying breaths did it. When he was young, Antonio hadn't been able to cope correctly with what had happened. A troublesome side of him emerged, and the outcome was a slaughtered village and a hunter who'd been no match for a young vampire.
Oh, how suddenly he hated the humans, the creature he had once been. He couldn't remember why at the time (Though he'd gained numerous more reasons to hate them over the centuries), but he had.
The Hunter he killed, he had not realized, knew magic. And so he put a curse on the vampire and, in consequence, all of those in the slaughter who rose from their drained state to join him in the undead realm, that Antonio had been forced to carry a grey and red ring and, with it, give it to and marry a human for as long as he wanted to live. When the human died, then he had three months to find another before he, too, died.
The curse could only be broken by the annoyance that was love, of course. It would be half broken if he ended up loving. The other half would be broken if he was loved.
Which he found weird, because the freaky girl had really seemed to love him. Or rather what he was.
Scratch that.

How he'd managed to get everyone to forgive him, he had no idea. But his family had grown to be hundreds of vampires and so, over time, they'd needed to create a bigger house. A WAY bigger house, in the forest. One of the annoying effects of the curse was that he could no longer leave the area where he had died within a certain amount of meters, so the fences around the mansion they'd managed to make was the physical line around where he could and could not step. They'd had to stay there.
Luckily vampires make pretty good homes, apparently. It helps when you never get exhausted and have incredible strength and speed. Very useful in making a shelter for all to hide from the sun.

Their furnishings and entertainment were acquired by thievery. Not that anyone saw it as thievery.
Dead people don't need their possessions. They're dead!
(And it somehow surprised him that no one had thought about stealing their money and couches and televisions too, before Gilbert had. No wonder he'd become so close to the albino; he was pretty bright. Narcissist and not very subtle, yes. But bright.)

Oh!
Suddenly, he smiled at the ring and pocketed it before making his way into the grand hall. A white haired vampire wasn't so hard to spo-
Oh! Just as thought, Gilbert and Francis were together. Great! He wondered why he hadn't considered this option in the first place, asking his two best friends to retrieve a human for him instead of sending anyone available. Surely, they wouldn't come back with a twilight fan girl because she'd be 'easy to convince'. Easy to convince and very, very annoying. Usually, Antonio had nearly endless patience. But she insisted upon the fact that he sparkled, had tried to drag him out into the sunlight a few times, and had even gone so far on insisting they have children…Which was pretty impossible for someone who was dead.

He walked up to the two celebrating vampires and motioned for them to follow him away from the noise.
"After the hunters clear out, do you think you two can go find a decent human?" He asked, showing them the ring so they'd understand what exactly he meant. Not that they wouldn't, but still. It was a pretty thing and he liked looking at it when it wasn't on some lunch's hand.
"Of course! You can leave that to us. We'll get you the cutest human in the whole town!" Gilbert assured him proudly.
"Certainment, cher. You forget that I was a matchmaker as a human! I'm shocked you hadn't asked four hundred years ago!" Francis added, in mock hurt.
"You were always gone when they died," Antonio told him with a shrug.
"Oh well! Now that you've made the best decision of your life, have the time of your life!" Gilbert encouraged.
He didn't see why not. After all, everything would turn out well with those two on the job, right?

Mafia's Notes:

First off, I hope that little bit of French doesn't need to be translated for you guys.
Second, this is only a test. I'm not sure if I'll continue this or not. It depends on if anyone is interested in reading it, really.

AS with all my stories, I love to hear your speculation on what might happen next.
And yes, this is based off a few role plays I've had and hope to continue having (In fact, if you want to join in on the fun, then by all means, send me a message.)
Although the idea did come first.
Ciao~!
Mafia M Sable