A/N: This Story is not a crossover unless it leads me in that way. I just wanted to post a chapter so you guys would know my OC's background. Reviews are welcome!
Prologue
Andrea, a female black-winged vampire from the dark, haunting gloominess of Halloween Town. A woman of the age 122, but with the striking resemblance of a 20 year old, who could only wear corsets, certain bras, jeans or shorts, and preferably, high heels. She had shoulder length strawberry blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and full lips. But you couldn't tell from the darkness of where she lived.
To the inhabitants and courtiers from the town, they all say she looks like an angel. But am I, she would always wonder. She wanted out of the gloom and forever Day of the Dead town. She wanted to get away from all the ghouls and ghosts. Andrea was the only being there that looked human, and she was tired of it. She knows she wouldn't miss anyone. Except for maybe Jack Skellington. But even he was busy with his work of trying to think of his next greatest trick that would top the years' before.
Andrea had wished upon so many stars that she lost count. She wanted to do nothing with this place of fear-consumed horribleness. She wanted out. Wanted to find happiness. Wanted more than anything: to be loved.
She was in her room in a stone tower, looking out the window as always, ignoring the pains in her stomach telling her that she needed blood. She had a powerful feeling, almost overwhelming, about tonight. She felt that tonight out of all the nights, this wish would be the one that really counted. She had been in her room all day ignoring anyone that had come to her, especially the ghouls and ghosts that thought they had a chance at her hand, but they had to realize sooner or later she wasn't interested in any of them.
It was getting darker, pitch black, since the day did not exist here. Andrea sat in an old wooden chair by the window. She was happy since at least there was a moon, and she knew that the first star of the night would appear momentarily. Of course, the ghost of the moon was having his early fun as his shadow played across its surface, ruining the moon's beauty. She wrapped her wings around herself even though she was immune to the cold, her wings being her only protect-ant.
The ghost of the moon's shadow faded and the first star appeared, along with Andrea repeating the timeless rhyme:
"I wish I may,
I wish I might.
Have the wish,
I wish tonight."
"I wish that I was out of this world. Send me somewhere with sun, with happiness, and the luck of finding love," she whispered softly, so no one below her five-story window could possibly hear that she wanted a different life.