IMPORTANT NOTE: Hey, everyone! I'd like to welcome you all to my little story. I've had this idea in my head for a while, but I've never really had the creative flow to actually write it down. So, basically, I'm forcing myself to write this down. Which means, that it's probably going to suck. But please, if you have any suggestions, let me know! The first chapter is very, very, very, very short. Also, I'm just getting back into writing. I've had a lot of problems in my life lately, so I haven't be able to write in a while.
As for the appearance of my characters, I will describe them when I get the chance. However, describing physical appearances is not my forte. So, I've put some celebrity faces to my characters? Molly looks very similar to Paige Kessler, and Liam looks very close to Alex Evans. And ... I haven't really given the others much thought. When I do, I'll post them up as well. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this little story thing, etc.
OH, and please note that there will be blood, romance, and vampires. And some abuse. Just as a fair warning?
My grandparents failed to tell me why we were moving to Slovenia. I assumed it was because grandmother was born there and that she maybe wanted to pay her respect to an old friend who had passed away … or maybe they had inherited a piece of land. There weren't that many reasons we would move. We couldn't afford to buy the empty house down the street, never less a home in another country. I had tried to ask them how they spontaneously found the money to buy a house in Europe, and why we were going there. I really did, I swear. Yet, I never really got the answer I was looking for. Grandpa would always answer, "They haven't seen you in a while."
I closed my book as I saw the flight attendant approaching. She moved slowly, getting caught in between the narrow row of seats. There was barely room to move in the tiny, private aircraft.
"We'll be landing soon, 'honey," the lady said when she finally reached my seat, displaying her slight southern accent. We had taken off from Louisiana about six hours ago. "Make sure all your items are secure and –"I blocked out the rest of her sentence.
"I'm sure you'll like it there, Molly," My grandfather chimed in from beside me a few seconds later, almost as if he was reading my mind. He started to adjust the collar to the white, buttoned shirt he wore under his usual burgundy sweater. I glanced over at my grandmother as she poked her head over the seat in front of me.
"Whatever you say," I muttered, not meaning to sound as frustrated as I did.
"It's what's best for you," he said, his answer once again puzzling me to the point where my head began to hurt. There was an awkward silence.
"Just … Molly …" my grandmother trailed off from the row before me, "just remember that we love you, okay?"
My heart began to pound. I knew something was wrong, but I had no idea what to do about it. The entire situation was just … not right. This wasn't like my grandparents. This just wasn't like them. I quietly bit my lip, and nodded. Grandma flashed me a small, forced smile. And for the first time, her smile wasn't the least bit comforting.
