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Prologue

Seventeen dull years of my life in a rut. The same activities everyday; school, piano lessons, eat, sleep. No average attractions that a girl my age would usually attend to. My house was where I did most of my mingling, with respectivly, my family. They were my best friends, not that there was anything wrong with the fact, but a bit out of the ordinary for living in the smack dab in the middle of Texas.

Do not get me wrong, I would elect myself to be a social butterfly in a heartbeat if given the option, but my obsession with vampires acts as some sort of repellent on people. Even my parents, Bob and Dottie, had their concerns. Despite their worries, I wasnt alone.

My younger brother, Tony, seemed to follow in my footsteps, loving the creature of the night. We understood each other when others would pick fun at us. But, unlike me, he did have friends at school to talk to, so he's turned out better than I have, thank goodness.

While sitting at the dinner table, rolling my peas around with my fork, my dad had an announcment to make. Placing my silverware down, he exclaims that he has found a new site to work at. My mother beamed with happiness once hearing the news. My dad was a construction manager, his pay was wonderful. But, it was hard to find work, so when he did it was always music to our ears. "Let me finish," he said, as an act to hush us from our excitment. "This job however needs us to relocate, so we need to move to Scotland by the end of the month."

My Mom and I were giddy with the fact that we were going to live in Europe for the next year or so. I looked at my little brother, and he was the complete opposite. He hung his head down in disapproval of the location. I felt sorry for him. He was really young for such a change, but I knew he was tough enough to go through it.

This was it. My big break to get out of here and start life anew. Of course, I did have my sad moments, after all, this was where I have lived all my life, and I was about to abandon it. But, it was all for the better, and I couldn't be more excited to move. My mother knocked on my door.

"Crystal?"

"I'm right here."

She motioned into my room to see how I was progessing with the word of moving.

"How do you think you're going to hold up?"

"A lot better than Tony will."

My mom giggled, and brushed my sun colored hair behind my ear, revealing my earrings. "I want you to try and get out more when we're in Scotland, alright? You're old enough to go out and have some fun for once, or get in trouble if you'd like!"

I giggled at the thought of me trying to be bad. I was the typical "goody-two-shoes" my whole life, and wouldn't dare doing anything that crossed a bad vibe with my conscience. So the fact my mom was giving me permission was a bit of a laugh for me.

"Hey, you never know," she continued, "there may be something in Scotland that might bring out a whole new Crystal." With that note, she gingerly walked out of my room.

That last sentence she said to me sunk in, wondering if that could really happen. But, like my conscience told me to do, I drifted away from indulging in the idea, and started to pack.