A/N: Hi! So, the name's SilentSerenade but, many call me Sparkie as a nickname. A burst of ideas had hit me as I watched the Little Vampire again. It's been a while since I watched that movie too...moving on! Here is a pretty lil' first chapter of my pretty lil' story of Danger Revealed! (I suck at titles though! Hehe) I know, it's a short chapter, I will add more to it for sure.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Little Vampire by the way :)

Enjoy! Don't forget to R&R!

Tortured Past

"Got everything, Rayla?" Aunt Dottie asked as her arms were full of boxes. I grabbed the last couple boxes in the truck before nodding.

"Yeah, and for the last time call me Ray," I mumbled, heading into the house. I plopped the heavy items onto the creaky wood flooring, looking around to see everything was still in plastic coverings. Aunt Dottie came in and set her inventory as well on the ground, sighing as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Want to help me with the coverings?" Aunt Dottie wrapped a long delicate arm around me for a reassurance.

"Sure..." I shrugged as she pitifully glanced me, recurring me back to what state I was in. I didn't need fucking pity, what I needed was to get out this large, claustrophobic castle of ours.

"Ray, can't you just lighten up?" She sighed.

My eyes blazed as did my attitude but, I wouldn't want to disrespect my dear, annoying Aunt with my foul language daring to burst out of my big mouth.

I smiled, fakely and sweetly to her, "Whatever floats your boat, Aunt Dottie."

She ignored my rude behavior when she walked out of the room with a bunch of heavy boxes that were wrapped with her arms. I sneered when I knew she couldn't hear me much more then bent down to pick up my boxes that belonged in my new room. As I made my way towards the stairs, the tip of my boot had snagged onto the humid like floor, resulting me into hugging the floor. My boxes tumbled from me and a couple feet away just when my little cousin, Tony, walked in.

"You okay?" He exclaimed, running his tiny legs over to me to help me up. As if he helped at all, the shrimp couldn't lift a pickle jar but, I liked Tony, he didn't nag me all to many times.

"Yeah, thanks shrimp," I grinned at him when I noticed a loud thunder flash outside. "What do you say for a little jog outside?"

"Oh, no, not this time Rayla," He shook his head as he waved his hands out in front of him them stepping back.

"You're no fun," I pouted then went back to my doings then trotting upstairs into my mansion like room. Damn, it looked as if I was a princess! Of...hell! I smirked when I noticed how unusually large my bed was. Large enough for two people at the end of the day...at night.

My thoughts filled with all the hot Scottish boys that may roam about the new school tomorrow and what I would do to please them. If not, then this bed is a fucking waste of money if I would be the only one laying on it. After my rather dirty thoughts, I opened my boxes that were layed out everywhere. I set my clothes into the wardrobe that also was included in the house buy that were filled with preppy but, mid-thigh skirts and shorts, cute tops, crops especially, and my high-heeled shoes. A smaller box was soon emptied when had lain all my make-up out on my gorgeous new, dresser that I made. I was quite the cosplay, anime girl, but, also the construction queen. I had sprawled my walls with my posters which were mostly horror, video games, anime and hot guys.

"Sweetheart, you really need a new change in your posters," I heard a sudden voice chuckle from behind me when I was up on my bed, finally finishing sticking the poster to the wall. I squealed, backing up from a sudden outburst but, feeling no texture of mattress under my foot.

"Wah!" I yelled in surprise as I fell on my back onto the hard wood. A rattle of pain slithered up my spine making me groan when I tried standing up. Ugh, two times in a damn row already!

"Oh my goodness, Rayla are you okay?" The voice asked in panick along with heavy footsteps making their way over to my still-laying-limp body on the floor. My vision finally focused onto a man with a blonde, slightly graying hairstyle.

"Y-yeah, Uncle Bob, not a problem," I waved him off, my feet finally coordinating with me to stand up.

"You sure? That fall looked like it really hurt," He concernly commented.

"Pfft, obviously," I stated, giving him a blunt stare.

"Anywho! I just came up here to tell you dinner is in 2 hours," He informed me, making me scoff and raise an eyebrow at him.

"If it's in 2 hours then why didn't you tell me later in let's say...2 hours," I pointed out, an annoyed tone dripping through my words. He sighed, raising his hands up in surrender then taking his leave, closing the door behind him.

God, I need to get out tonight. Fast. Or else I would lose any case of sanity I have left in my rebelious mind. I smiled evilly when I saw a hem of one of my cocktail dresses (which I had brought without any adult consent) hanging loose from the wardrobe I was just at couple minutes.

'Hmm..I wonder if there's any street grounds here like in California,' I thought, skipping over to the wardrobe to pull the blue dress out. I stripped myself of my clothing to switch into the glossy fitting which hugged my body perfectly. I saw some silver heels thrown at the corner of my room before I walked over to pick it up, securing them on my small feet. I decided to fringe my hair into a high poofy style with my long, black (naturally dirty blonde) bangs just falling down my forehead. I added my fingerless gloves, lipgloss, and eyeliner along with a blue choker to match my dress. When all was done, I grabbed my purse then happily walked out to await the Scottish world.

"What in the world!" Aunt Dottie shrieked when her eyes bristled at my appearance.

"I know I'm beautiful but, I'm not lesbo!" I laughed as she raised one the deadliest eyebrow stares that would even put the wife of Lucifer in shame.

"How dare, you talk to me that way! I am your Aunt! I feed you, give you a place to stay after you idiot father was sent into jail!" She yelled, waving her hands around hysterically.

"The hell? Bringing my abusive father in this! I would rather have had him beaten me to death than live in this damn place anyways!" I snarled at her, my face turning scarlet red in fury, tears of anger burning down my face. She knew my past was always like being thrown in the depths of a wildfire for me and she decided to think that would stop me from having a good night tonight.

"Whoa, whoa what is going on here?" Uncle Bob rushed in, Tony following closely behind, fear tinging his expression.

"Look at your niece and tell me what is going on here!" Aunt Dottie beckoned a hand at my raging body in disbelief.

"I'll tell him what's going on here: I'm leaving, that's what's going on," I stiffly responded, stomping to the front door and slamming it close as I hit the dark enviroment. I need a walk, not go street trotting in Scotland, I might end up beating someone up. My heels clanked against the road when I crossed to enter a high grassland area that had one farm loning the field. I slipped the heels off and just stepped barefooted on the green landscape, the sunset glimmering my surroundings like in Kenya, Africa.

I laid on on the floor, not bothering the rough texture underneath me as I looked up at the orange, painted sky. One of my arms were under my head in a relaxation position, the wind calming my fuming aura into a heavenly-like euphoria. Drowning me into a deep slumber, the dreams of happiness waved through my mind like a tsunami.

Sweet Peace.