I was reading it, and DAMN I sucked at writing LAST. YEAR. Holy crap that's a transformation. So yeah, I'm revising it so that it makes sense. I realized I was confusing you guys a lot, so I'm redoing it! ENJOY THE REVISED VERSION!

I sat on a plane, coming from Romania, going to Bathory to live with my nephew, Vlad. For all I knew, he was just about as outgoing as I was a vampire slayer(I'm a halfer. Half vampire, half pixie. I dunno how it works, but I've got a pixie daughter and a vampire son that happens to be a vampire slayer.) The thing is Vlad is my NEPHEW. Tomas's my brother, or something stupid like that. At least, that's what Nelly wrote in the email. I'm five two, very pale, Romanian, and I'm "fifteen". Mum didn't want me to be her daughter, but Dah always said that I had to stay. He also said that if Tomas has any kids, I'm supposed to move in with them and protect them. So, Mum shipped me off to Bathory the day before she died. Truth be told, I'm nearly forty-six, I think. I might've lost track somewhere along the way. My mum died a long time ago, when I was about twenty-seven. She didn't approve of death, and she hated me. She said that I was the figure of the devil himself.

Back to the present. We landed, and I got off to see my "aunt", Nelly. Vlad was next to her, and smiled when he saw me. I looked like mum, but my hair looked like Vlad's hair. Our eyes were totally different colors. Mine were deep red and his were black.

"Hey." Vlad waved.

"Hallo." I replied.

Nelly laughed. We both stared at her. Is she out of her mind?

"Nelly…what's so funny?" Vlad asked.

"You two, you look like you're not related."

"You know that mum didn't want Vlad to know about this!" I snapped to Nelly, softly so that Vlad couldn't hear(Although now that I think about it, Vlad probably did hear us).

"Sorry! You two are so different, you and your mother."

"Nelly-my mom died years ago." I said, depressed about it still.

"I didn't know, what with you living in Romania all this time." Nelly replied, looking at the ground rather than me or Vlad.

"It's OK, let's just go home please?" I mumbled.

"Yeah, let's go home." Vlad muttered.

"Get in the car!" Nelly snapped; her eyes were red.

We drove home, and Vlad called Henry. The three of us played Race to Armageddon and I kicked some buttock. Mina, one of Henry's cousins, also came over.

"So how do you know Vlad?" she asked.

"He's my nephew. My mum died years ago, and by an agreement I'm supposed to come over here to Bathory and protect Vlad or something." I rambled.

"So what do you like to read?"

"I love vampire novels; hey do you want to watch Bram Stoker's Dracula with me? Mum wouldn't have anything to do with me, because she said I'm a freak." I said.

"Yeah, OK, let's watch Dracula!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I walked to the door and peered through the window. It was Otis.

"Otis! What's the sound wave?"

"Where's Vlad?"

"He's playing Race to Armageddon 2 with Henry. I'll get him. VLAD! IT'S OTIS! GET YOUR BUTTOCK IN HERE!"

"I'm coming."

Vlad appeared. Otis hugged us, and I smiled.

"Lune, why didn't you tell me you were coming? How's Angie?"

"She died four years ago. Besides, I had no money, so I couldn't send any post."

"Didn't your mother leave-"

"Nope, I got nothing."

"That sucks!" Henry called.

"HENRY, I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP AND STOP EAVESDROPPING I WILL MAKE YOU STOP!" I shouted.

Henry shut up then.

"Otis, what's wrong?"

"More slayers and possibly more people to end up like Tristan."

I scowled. Vlad went paler. Otis was the image of death himself.

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