I'm sorry it's been way over a year. And I'm also sorry to rewrite this story when it's not even done. ;~; BUT BUT BUT, I'll have 3 chapters done and then I'll have another 3 ready to go. Rewriting is way easier than starting from scratch and I also have a plot line WRITTEN out to follow as well this time. So to be fair the rewrite won't take that long, the rest of the story though, well who know when this story will end but I'm going off to my first year of college and if it's not done by then I'll make time to finish this. I promise.

I don't own anything but my characters. xo

I remember vividly how I first meet him. It was quite a while ago, but I remember.

I was in the backseat of my family's car kicking my legs back and forth since I was too small for them to touch the ground. My head was bobbing causing my pigtails to sway. My mother was fusing at me for fidgeting with the seatbelt and told me we'd be there soon.

At the time I didn't understand. I couldn't comprehend why we were moving from America to Scotland, all I knew was that we were going to live with Nan. I never would have understood we were moving to take care of Nan. Pop had recently died and Nan was left alone. Dad didn't want his mother living all alone with any relatives so he moved us out here. I had also never meet my Nan or Pop for that matter, but I when I meet Nan for the first time we had a bond and I never left her side really.

When we got to Nan's house I was eager to get out of the car, I was so stiff and tired.

My dad had told me to go out back and play on the swing set outside. He had told me they had to do 'adult things', which meant they didn't want me in the way of moving everything in and rearranging this and that. And to check on Nan.

I remember spending my whole afternoon on those swings, I couldn't really push myself yet so I just kind of twisted around and spun on the swings. There was a graveyard off in the distance too, it wasn't ridiculously far but I wasn't about to go looking into the dead's resting place.

I remember my mother tucking me into bed that night and she kissed my forehead telling me that they were going to be busy all day for the next few weeks.

But that night I was restless. I woke up in the middle of the night and was for some odd reason determined to get to the swing sets. Once I was outside I planted myself onto the swing set and rolled on the balls of my feet.

Looking out into the field in front of me I remember seeing a shadow figure moving extremely fast. I was so scared at the time I couldn't move, but the figure looked to be a boy and suddenly I lost any feeling of fear. I'm still not sure what compelled me to call out to him that night.

"Hello?" I called out.

He froze, head quickly turning towards me. Cautiously he came towards me.

"Hello young one, shouldn't you be in bed by now?" he asked looming over me.

Now in front of me he looked dirty and horribly horrifying. His skin was so pale and his lips were stained red, and his hair was long and dark with some styled spikes, and his clothes were as dark as the night.

"Yes but I woke up..." I told him averting his gaze.

I heard him shift and move and I thought he had left but when I turned to look he had only crouched to get eye level with me.

"Listen, you shouldn't be out… it's dangerous." He told me.

"But you're out?"

He shook his head. "That's different."

"How?" I asked him.

He paused as if trying to think of the right wording. "I'm much older than you." He finally said. "Now go back inside and lock your doors."

I nodded my head as if I understood but I really didn't. "Will you come with me? I don't want to be alone."

He blinked at my question. As he thought about his answer he looked back nervously and checked around us before replying. "Okay but only to put you to bed. Then I must leave."

I smiled widely and quickly went back inside with him behind me.

He was very kind to me, he tucked me in, locked my windows and closed the curtains. Looking back at me he saw me staring.

A frown came to his face quickly and he actually looked a bit irritated. "Go to sleep."

I nodded but asked once last question, "What's your name?"

He hesitated before he answered. "Gregory, now sleep."

He started to quickly walk towards my door.

"I like you Gregory." I said as I started to nuzzle into my bed.

He stopped in his tracks and turned his head to me and flashed a quick smile before he disappeared.

He had large, white fangs.