I flopped down on the old bed. I had finally unpacked all my things at my Uncle Bob, and Auntie Dottie's house. I'll be honest, I wasn't exactly thrilled when my mom told me I'd be spending my summer before freshman year here. Now don't get me wrong, my aunt, uncle, and cousin were some of the nicest people I had ever met. But, they live all the way in Scotland. I'm a small town girl from New Jersey. It's a gigantic change. Different food, different accents, different culture in general. That wasn't exactly what I had planned for my summer. I had thought my summer was going to be spent by the beach with my friends. However, my mom had different plans up her sleeve. She thought by sending me to Scotland, I'd become more "mature, and cultured". Honestly, I don't understand her sometimes. But, before I knew it, I was on an exhausting 14 hour flight from the airport in Philadelphia, all the way to Scotland.

When I arrived in Scotland, I immediately saw my relatives. It was hard to miss my Uncle Bob waving his hands like a maniac, with my little cousin, Tony, on his shoulders with a sign saying "Welcome Rosabella!" I had to laugh. It was quite a sight. I walked over to them, and was engulfed immediately in a hug by my Auntie Dottie. From what I remember from the last time I had seen her, she had always been great for hugs. I could feel Tony's vice-like grip around my waist as soon as she let go, and I couldn't help, but smile. He was really adorable. Uncle Bob ruffled my hair, which I hated, but said nothing, and gave me a peck on the cheek. They gushed over me for what felt like ages saying things like, "Look at how much you've grown!", or "You look just like your mother!" It was sweet, but a little annoying. But I grinned, and answered politely, as always. We then, FINALLY, left the airport and piled into Uncle Bob's car. During the entire car ride, Tony ranted on and on about vampires. He didn't seem to be scared of them, he seemed to love anything that had to do with them. I shrugged internally. Everyone was a little obsessed with something. With me, it was Disney. I loved it and everything about it. For me, Walt Disney World truly was "The Happiest Place on Earth."

I nearly gasped when I saw their home. It was huge! It looked like something out of a medieval fairytale. I loved it. Auntie Dottie took me upstairs, and showed me my room. My room was in the highest tower of the house. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from giggling in excitement. She left me to unpack and said she'd send Tony up for me when dinner was ready.

After I had finished unpacking, I flopped on my old bed. I wasn't really sure what to do now. There wasn't a T.V. in my room, and I honestly did NOT feel like starting my summer reading yet. Then, I remembered I packed my laptop! I then breathed a sigh of relief. I wandered over to my carry-on bag, and fished out my lime-green laptop. I then went back to my bed, and proceeded to watch an old episode of iCarly, on .

It couldn't have even been ten minutes when I heard my cousin's soft knocking at my bedroom door. I paused the episode, got off the bed, and walked to the door.

"Dinner's ready." Tony's soft little voice said.

"Alright, let's go." I replied. I felt bad. Tony looked bored, and a little sad. So, I decided to make the long walk down to the kitchen a bit more interesting for him.

"Hey Tony, how about a piggy-back ride to the kitchen?" I proposed.

As soon as the words left my mouth, Tony's naturally big eyes, doubled their size, and he climbed on my back as if his life depended on it. Whatever was bothering him a few minutes ago, he had obviously forgotten about by the time we reached the kitchen.

After dinner, Auntie Dottie and Uncle Bob asked me to watch Tony for a while, as they wanted to take a romantic walk, which is a bit hard when you have your nine year old kid tagging along. I immediately said yes for two reasons. One, it's not like I had any other big plans for the night, and two, Tony was a sweet kid, he'd be easy to entertain and baby-sit.

They left soon afterwards, so I went upstairs to go check on Tony in his room. As I climbed the stairs, I could have sworn I heard a voice other than Tony's. It had an accent, but it wasn't one of a Scottish descent. It was more of an English accent. And from what I knew of Tony probably wouldn't carry a conversation with himself with an English accent.

Slowly, I hiked up the stairs one at a time in an effort to hear what the voices were saying.

"Rudolph! I think I hear my cousin coming!" That voice, I could tell, belonged to Tony.

"Well where should I take my family to hide from Rookery?!" That voice, I assumed, belonged to Rudolph.

"Just take them to the cellar! It's really dark and creepy. Perfect for vampires!" Tony said in a hurried whisper.

I had heard enough. I climbed the last stair, and marched toward Tony's room.

"She's coming! Go!" I heard Tony whisper-shout.

I grabbed the handle to Tony's bedroom and thrust the door forwards. When I entered, I only saw Tony sitting at his desk, coloring a picture.

"Tony…?" I said.

He turned around with a look of innocence on his face.

"Yes, Rosie?" He asked.

Rosie was my nickname. Tony only called me that when he wanted something, or was trying to get out of trouble. I figured the latter was the case in this situation.

"I thought I heard someone in here. Do you have a friend here that you didn't tell me about?" I asked looking around the room nonchalantly.

"Nope!" He said with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Okay…well do you want to come downstairs for some chocolate ice cream with sprinkles?" I had him now. I remembered from the last time I saw him, his favorite treat was chocolate ice cream, with rainbow sprinkles. That was something we had in common.

Tony's eyes grew big and an enormous grin spread over his face.

"The rainbow kind?!" He asked.

"Yup!" I answered.

"Let's go!" He was already out of his chair, and halfway down the stairs pulling me along with him before I could even give him a response. I have to hand it to him, for a nine-year-old, he had some muscle. But then again, he was pulling probably the weakest fifteen year old on the planet. Yeah, I have no muscle at all. Haha, but my excuse for that is I'm a dancer, so all the muscle is in my legs! Which it actually is if you think about it, since you have to do all these jumps, and turns, and things… I ranted on about dancing in my head until I realized we were in the kitchen and Tony was impatiently sitting at the kitchen table waiting for me to make his ice cream.

After his sugar rush from the ice cream wore off, the little tike was all puckered out, and ready to be put to bed. So, I took him upstairs, made sure he got into his PJ's, read him a story, and put him to bed.

I wanted to go to the cellar, and investigate what Tony was talking about, but I realized that I was tired, too. I guessed that whatever was down there now, would probably still be there tomorrow. So, with that thought, I brushed my teeth, changed, and then collapsed into my warm, soft bed.