Little Vampire the sequel

Chapter 1

I sat in the cushion air plane chair label 26D and stare out the window. My wavy dirty blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, letting my dark blue eyes pop out. My hands grip the arm rest as I thought of the gooey goodbye I had with my parents at the terminal just now. There were hugs and kisses and my mom even cried, which led to me crying. In the end all three of us, my mother and father and I had a tearful group hug.
But I couldn't wait to be back in the arms of my other family, the one in Scotland. My little cousin Tony, Aunt Dottie and Uncle Bob. Usually I live with them all 365 days of the year since my parents are too busy with work to raise me in a normal, loving environment so I live with my mom's sister's family. Where Aunt Dottie is a stay at home mom, Uncle Bob is hard working at a stable job that pays well and doesn't come home at the late hours of the night and I have Tony to always annoy me like the little brother I never had.
But our little family will never be the same since last spring. One week. Where our little family met an eternal family that had roamed the earth for over 300 years. We helped them turn back to mortals with a big blast of red smoke and never saw them again. And that summer my parents ask if I could spend it with them, so I did instead of moping around the house. Now I am heading back home.

Later

I roll my carry on and my lunge packed with three months worth of stuff through the halls. As people flew by me I kept wondering how in the world I will get home. Seriously what do they even call taxies here in Scotland? As my mind buzzed my eyes landed on something that made me come to a dead halt. Just now… I swear… but could it be? A boy with black and blue hair that's in spikes jabbing upwards towards the ceiling. My heart crumbles with my heart when I see it is nothing but a normal boy.
Well sort of normal.
This boy is Goth all the way. This random kid has dyed blue strikes in his hair; which are fading. Also the fact he is covered in black clothing, chains, and eyeliner does benefit his look. I sigh trying to hold back tears. Usually I would save my emotions for my pillow in the privacy of my no judging bedroom. But mom and dad taught me something over summer break. That I can't cry anymore. Although that rule was forgotten at the airport.
And for once their stiff all business attitude made me feel better. I refuse to cry over Rudolph or anything anymore. He is gone, and I stop hopping for him to return a long time ago. Okay… really when I boarded the flight. If he had come back, Tony would have called up despite the stupid time difference.

I let out another sigh, doesn't matter anymore. Rudolph is on the imagery shelf and all the feelings he brought with him. A shelf so high I will not be able to reach him.
"Lily!" someone shouts over the roar of internal war and the buzzing of the airport. I look up to see a group of blondes in the middle of the hall, causing traffic. Almost instantly my eyes water over and I allow the tears to fall. So much for the no crying policy. I don't really care; it felt like a different me. Now I can really be me.
I ran up to my aunt Dottie, uncle Bob and little cousin Tony and throw my arms around them as I rise on my tippy toes. "Oh my gosh! I have missed you guys!" I say as three pair of arms bind themselves around my small petite figure.
"We've missed you to kiddo!" Aunt Dottie says wiping a few tears herself. "The house is hasn't been the same without all your daily loud falls." Uncle Bob says. I pull back and smile but not to short after I choke on a gasp.
"Holy saint Georgia! Tony!" I shout. "What?" he asks. The kid's blond spikes no longer reach my hips bones but now my upper stomach. "Y-y-you got taller!" I say. "Um… no duh. I've noticed. Soon I'll be looking down at you." Tony says in smart alec way. "Like all the rest of us." Uncle Bob mutters and my eyes snap up to his.
"Nothing really has change has it?" I say loving the banter. All three of them abruptly stiffen and I cock my head to the side examining them in confusion. After a pause Aunt Dottie springs back "Nope! Nothing really has changed." She says taking a hold of luggage and rolling it away from me.
Strange… why is she not looking me in the eye?
"Yeah! Just the same old boring Scotland. Nothing's has happened dramatically! Nothing-" Tony is cut off and suddenly clutches his elbow in pain from Uncle Bob swatting him. My eyes widen as Tony writhes in pain. "Well, let's get home!" Uncle Bob says and I smile letting go of the suspicious scene that just played out. It's just them being weird.
"Sounds amazing." I say softly and follow Tony and uncle Bob to the car. We left the bustling airport and went over to the parking garage. My heart nearly imploded inside my chest when I saw our little green SUV in the dim lighting. I rush over to the car throw my arms around the metal exterior.
"Geez. Never knew I would miss the old Thompson mobile." I say. Uncle Bob laughs as he loads my stuff into the truck and we all climbed in the green SUV. "Wow who would have guessed that Lily of all people would miss my car? I feel honored." Uncle Bob says as he climbs into the driver's seat and takes off.
I stare intensely at the open fields and farms that fly pass the window like a movie clip. My heart starts to feel a light burning sensation. After spending so much time in the city of LA I realize just how much I have missed the serenely beauty of Scotland. You know what they say you never know what you have till you lose it.
I force my mind not to wonder over to Rudolph and focus on anything else. Anything. I take a sniff and realize how the car no longer smells like McDonalds but fresh vegetation that's probably from the farmers markets.
"So Tony, summer wasn't to boring without me right?" I ask. Everybody stiffens and Tony turns to me "Beside the house being quiet, my summer vacation wasn't to boring." Tony says putting emphasis on the to. I cock my head to side in confusion but just let it go.
"Okay…" I answer. After being away for so long I have to get use to this family's weirdness again.
"So Lily, Tell me. How was La?" Aunt Dottie asks turning around to flash me a smile. "It was okay." I say shrugging my shoulders. "Okay? That's all? You went to one best city's in the world and that's all you have to say? Okay?" Uncle Bob says looking at me through the mirror.
"…Yup." I say popping the P. "It's not like I haven't seen it all before. And most of the time I spent time in the loft or in offices." I admit. "But you got… sort of a tan. So you went to the beach." Aunt Dottie says. "More like she got one shade darker." Tony says and his mom glares at him.
"Tony!" Aunt Dottie scolds while uncle Bob laughs. I blush but laugh anyway. Tony is right. I didn't really get tan; I just went from pale to normal skin tone. Although I like to refer to it as a healthy glow.
"No I didn't go to the beach; I just got it from wondering around when mom and dad were in meetings." I say. Uncle Bob and aunt Dottie exchange a grim expression but say nothing. I know what they are thinking; they only agreed to let me go back because they thought that mom and dad could rise to the occasion and cheer me up. To keep me busy and momentarily happy. But as usual they put me second, and put work first, so like always I was basically by myself.
Although the change in scenery did help.
"While I was there, they bought me a camera, and they said they'll be sending me a weird book case." I say trying to lighten their moods. The camera wasn't some typical digital camera, no it is a four hundred professional camera. Big and bulky in all its glory.
"Weird book case?" Aunt Dottie asks turning around to face me. I nod as uncle Bob looks up into the rear view mirror and raises an eyebrow at me. "What do you mean by weird?" he asks. "Weird, as in unconventional? I have no idea what it looks like honestly, they said it's a surprise." I say. "And I'm probably going to be the one who has to put it together." Uncle Bob sighs as he puts the car into a halt.
Aunt Dottie rolls her blue eyes and smiles "He's looking forward to it." she says as Uncle Bob pulls out a remote control and hits a button. I look from the remote to aunt Dottie who is just smiling at me to the windshield.
"Wow. When did we get modernized?" I ask astonish. The black iron gates gracefully pull away from each other, and place themselves against the castle's fort walls.
"Cool or what?" Tony asks. I turn him grinning "Defiantly cool." I say as the car pulls fully into the drive way. I free myself from the seat belt and swing the door open. When my sandal covered foot brushes against the ground, my eyes widen. I slide the bottom of my shoes against smoothness and look down.
What use to be white rocks and gravel is now smooth black turf. "You guys even got the driveway the done?" I ask. They all exchange a look of mischief and glee. "My tires didn't deserve that kind of treatment." Is all Uncle Bob says as he goes to back of the car to the trunk. I place both feet flat against the ground and walk in place, then I start hopping in place.
"It's feels nice." I say as I stop bouncing. "Hear that honey? We got the Lily stamp of approval. Break the champagne!" Uncle Bob calls from the trunk.

"And a soda for me!" Calls Tony as he climbs out on the other side. Aunt Dottie climbs out of the car and heads for the house as she says "I'll take any excuse to have a glass."
"What about me?" I ask. "Are you sixteen and about to eat?" Aunt Dottie asks stopping at the door and referring to the law of how sixteen year olds can drink with a meal in Scotland with someone over eighteen present here in Scotland.
"I'm almost seventeen, but I highly doubt you have a feast ready for me." I say. Aunt Dottie titles her head. "You're right!" She chimes before walking inside. In Scotland it might be legal to drink but in this household, the American law of twenty-one still stands.
I walk to the back of the car and help unload some my luggage and wheel it to the front door of castle. The thick black wood of the door is still nailed with worn out bolts in vertical rows. I trail the bolts with my finger, feeling nostalgia.
I push the door aside and walk through the little entry way/ foyer that we changed into a living room. When I reached the stairs I braced myself, because the stairs and I have what feels like a feud. I remember the day of I left for LA I fell rolling down my luggage. I don't need to fall bring it up.
I lower the handle and grip the strap and start to take one step at a time of the grand staircase. I yank up the bag carefully, mindful of the old stair's condition.
"Lily I know you wanna be careful but seriously, this is ridiculous." Uncle Bob says passing me as he holds my last two cases.
Show off.
"I don't need to go to fast to meet my goal. As long as I reach is the only thing that matters." I say profoundly if I do say so myself. Uncle Bob stops at the top of the stairs and shoots me a confuse look. I shrink shyly against his stare slightly "Now where did that come from?" He asks. I smile and shrug my shoulders sheepishly "In front of the Starbucks by Mom's office there was this guy always reading his work outside everyday." I explained.
"Oh." Is all he says before taking off down the main upstairs hall. Looks like he wasn't that impressed. I sigh and continue my slow journey up. When my feet land on the second step uncle Bob walks past me smirking and I roll my eyes. I take the last step and smile at the stairs of doom.
Take that stairs.
I wheel the suit case down the hall, the wheels digging trails into the rug as I walk. I past antique portraits and glass nick-nacks, then finally I walk into my room. I look around and sigh, the room... After the one week incident I changed the room. I had to change something, anything. If I couldn't change the fact that... He won't come back, then I had to change something.
So I change the fact that boxes were littering the room with their presence. I stained the walls with lilac, the light blue mix with purple looking like the morning sky before the tip of the sun lights up the sky. The molding was painted white as well as the french doors of the balcony abs the old bed that came with the castle. The white sheets that hang high above the bed still flaps on the posts. Aunt Dottie and uncle Bob even got me a white desk with swirled iron legs holding it up and a white dresser and two nightstands.
But nothing is in the room that makes it look someone is living here; that this is suppose to be my sanctuary. I brought most my stuff with me when I went to LA. The bed is bare, my books and laptop gone and tuck away into my suit cases.
I wonder over to the French doors, my pointer finger sliding over the handle. The familiar coolness of the brass knobs giving me a sense of nostalgia. My hand wrap around the handle of the right handle and swing the door open. I walk out, taking in a big breath of fresh air.
Breath in and out. Out with the old in with new what they say. Well... Out with LA with my busy parents (Not that I don't love) and in with Scotland and my second family. Out with... Him and the week! And in with the fresh start that I was suppose to have when I first moved to Scotland.
My head fell to the side and I stare at the scenery. I walk back inside to my one of suit cases and place on the floor. The sound of the zipper flying while I open the case. I flip the case over and dig through folded clothes and pull out the little black case that carries my camera. The locks click and I pull out the device, and adjust the lens before I walk back outside. I raise my camera to my eyes and snap! I got a good photo.

I captured the green fields and trees stretching far ahead of the guard wall around prosperity. I walk back in and place the camera on the dresser next to the doors and open the top drawer. "Hey kiddo." Aunt Dottie chirps carrying a white and navy blue laundry baskets. "What's cooking?" Tony greets, his skinny arms wraps around a bright green basket. I take note that about three months ago his arms wouldn't completely wrap around the basket like they do now.
"Hi. And maybe dinner?" I ask giving aunt Dottie a puppy dog look from under my lashes. "Hopefully it is." Tony says giving his mom a smirk and she grins. "Oh dinner? Not happening." Aunt Dottie says dismissaly and I hear my mouth pop open. Aunt Dottie's face breaks out into a grin "Although your return feast will be starting shortly." Aunt Dottie says with a wink. "Throw your dirty clothes in here." Aunt Dottie says lining up the baskets near me on the hard wood floor and walking out. "So how was LA?" Tony asks sitting across from me.
I smile "Crazy. As usual." I state. I grab a lavender tshirt and sniff it. My nose crinkles and drop it in the green basket, representing bright colors. "How was Scotland?" I ask picking a pile of clothes that I am POSITIVE are dirty. In the corner of my eye I saw Tony tense up and I look up at him from my case. "Please tell me it wasn't more fun without me." I say my eyes widening. "No, it just got...quitter." Tony says. And nod going through my socks now.
"Were you lonely without me?" I ask. "I missed you a heck if a whole lot but I wasn't lonely." He informs I beam at him, glad to hear the news. "That's great Tony!" I say.
"Kids! Time to eat!" Aunt Dottie calls from downstairs. We both stand up and walk out, and my eyes fall on how tall Tony is now. Geez... How many veggies did he eat? When dinner started I kept notching how everyone was acting weird. Every time I would mention or ask about Scotland while I was away they all just started acting weird. Their eyes would dart around the room, they would tense up and hurriedly change the subject. But they always started laughing and that made me worry suspicious.
It was one hell of an awkward feast.
When it was finally over I felt like a bunch of weight fell on my shoulders. "I think I'm going to take a nap." I say felling the jet lag catching on me. How did I not feel this earlier?
"But your made isn't made." Aunt Dottie says. I get up from my chair and walk to one living room, the first room when enter the castle. "I'll make do." I say cringing at how the sky is just starting to evolve into a dark purple, I'm crashing way to early. This could mess up my sleeping.
"Wake me up in an half an hour please?" I ask as lay down on the cushions, my head pointed to the door leading to the stairwell, then across from the mouth of the stairs the usually eat in the kitchen instead out huge formal dinning room.
Uncle Bob and aunt Dottie came out and hover in the doorway. "Sure thing sweetie." They say and I think I hear a note of sadness in their voice but my brain can't even register it before my blue eyes fall close.

My sleep was to short, I should have ask for an hour because it felt like I was sleeping for five minutes before I was being pulled back into the surface. Suddenly I felt a hand plant itself on my cheek, it's fingers warm. "Tony, whatever you're planning on doing to me while I sleep, it ain't gonna happen." I say. "See! I told you! Stop touching her before she wakes up and sees you!" Tony whispers and that made me snap my eyes open.
I was about to say 'Tony what are you doing?' When my breath slithers out in a small gasp. Hovering over me is red orbs that are talking to Tony over his shoulder.
Is this another dream? I've had hundreds of dreams meeting Rudolph again.
When he look back to me and we lock eyes I felt tears well up in my eyes when I realize this isn't a dream.

"Rudolph?"