I'm back~ Same author of Sometimes It's Better Not Knowing and I'm gearing up with a new story. Now.. I've been seeing a trend with TLV fanfics and unfortunately... I'm here to smash that trend to bits! Not only does this story include inspiration from the movie BUT I'm also mixing in elements from the original source material: The books. Yes, the original Der Kleine Vampir (The Little Vampire)series by Angela Sommer-Bodenburg. I have read five of them that have been translated to English, so I'm shaking things up just a teeny bit. So follow me if you will, and dive into a world of bloodsuckers!
I stalked about my room throwing a random assortment of clothes and books in my suitcases, mulling over my fast approaching move to Scotland. My mom and step-dad originally planned on it just being a vacation, but they got talking and the next thing I know, I'm told that we were moving there permanently. I was ok with it… for the most part. Yeah, I'm leaving friends behind and basically 'starting over', but it honestly sounded like fun. Of course I didn't have to worry about a new school, I graduated about three months early thanks to home schooling, -I had gotten pneumonia in the middle of my senior year and took online classes to stay caught up- and I gotten my license last month just after my eighteenth birthday. I imagine I would have to take a trip to the DMV, or their version of it, soon after arriving.
Most of the furniture had already been packed and shipped, really the only things left were what we are going to take with us as carry-on luggage.
"Samantha! Are you ready yet?" My step-dad called from the hall.
"Almost!" I answered over my shoulder as I stuffed the last of my books into the suitcase and zipped it closed. I turned to my laptop and slipped it into its carrying case along with the charger and its ventilation stand. After I pulled on my worn out hoodie, shoving my trusty IPod into the pocket, I looped the strap of the laptop case over my shoulder and literally dragged my suitcase out of my room into the hallway. I turned around, giving one last look at my soon to be old room. A lot of memories were held in those walls with their pre-dawn blue wallpaper peeling slightly at the corners. With a small smile, I took the handle of my suitcase and trudged down the hall. I stopped at the top of the stairs when I heard mom and my step-dad talking.
"I just got the phone call, the cargo plane just left the airport. With any luck it will be hauled to the new place before we get there." Mom shoved her cell back into her purse. She was dressed in her usual 'business casual' - a charcoal grey blouse with matching pencil skirt and simple flats- which she wore when she wanted to make friends with a new business partner. That was actually the reason for our move, she had gotten a promotion within her real-estate company, Forever Home, and is now the head manager of the Scotland branch.
"Great, now hopefully we'll get there in one piece." My step-dad, Charles, laughed. He wasn't as 'sharp' as mom with his clothing choices; jeans and a tee-shirt didn't compare to moms' 'I've got a matching blazer for every occasion' wardrobe. He's a published author, most of his books being in the horror genre although he did have an autobiography on his writing career. I was wanting to read though some of them, but it would be kinda weird when the guy who wrote them is sitting across from you eating toast with peanut butter and honey at the breakfast table. That'd be one hell of a conversation, wouldn't it?: 'Hey, I like that part in chapter nine where the killer rips the spine out of that blonde with a meat hook.' Yeah, weird. I griped the handle of my suitcase a little tighter and descended the old stairs to where mom and Charles were standing.
"All packed and ready to go!" I came up beside them, making sure not to set my heavy as hell suitcase on my foot. Mom said something about locking up as she went out to start to car; she was wanting to give us more 'step-father/daughter' bonding time. I didn't mind because Charles was a really great guy.
"So, what have you got in here? Rocks?" He gave a smile as he did a test pick up of my suitcase.
"Uhm… no?" I put on my best 'trying not to be suspicious' face and added the voice to go with it. "Just books…. Really, really heavy books... Yeah, it's just books."
"Your shifty eyes need some work." Charles laughed as we started to walk toward the door. The only thing we needed to do was turn the inside lock since mom already turned in the keys. "Excited?"
"Kinda sorta. Not really looking forward to the flying part, too many people in a small space and the possibility of getting stuck behind or in front of a screaming baby are not on my list of fun things to do." I turned the lock on the inside of the door and pulled it closed behind me as Charles and I took our time getting to the car, "Not to mention airline food sucks."
"Ah, but its only eight or nine hours. How bad can it be?" Charles was laying on the sarcasm which caused us both to burst out laughing. He knew the joys of the airline industry first hand. As soon as my suitcase was in the trunk with the rest of them, we set out of the driveway. It was going to be a while before we actually get to the airport so I had some downtime to think with the aid of music and listening to mom and Charles gush on and on about the new environment. It was going to be some adventure, indeed.