SUMMARY

Toni Thompson. Average girl. Average American girl as a matter of fact, has lived in San Diego, California all her life. That is until her architect father gets a job offer building golf courses. No problem, except for the fact that she and her family are moving to Scotland… but things don't go as planned and now she is having night nightmares about vampires, a mysterious stone, and a really dense vampire hunter…and now there is a hunky bat turned vampire boy in her fire place… What is going on here?

DISCLAIMER: You can never get what you want. I don't own The Little Vampire, sadly.

Chapter 1

I gloomily stare out my window as we drive by the Scotland countryside. It was muggy; the sky looked grayish and white. Not my kind of day. I miss my sunshine and having to wear shades wherever I went out, but now it so gloomy; it reminds me of how much I wanted to stab my eyes out when I watched Twilight. Seriously, why? Why did this happen to me? Out of all the other architect firms in California,or the country for that matter, this Lord McAshton guy picks my dad… Well the only upside of this situation that I can think of is that he bought our replacement home. But it still won't be the same as the house that I grew up in since the day I was born.

And my beloved San Diego High School. All of my friends are I am here. Alone, by myself, in solitude. It will take me forever to make as many friends now as I did back in the 'States'. But they actually seemed happy that my dad got this opportunity to do this for such an important person. They were all like "Omigosh! Toni! Your dad is going to build a golf course for a Lord. In Scotland!." How i wasn't as happy as them? Oh, that's right. They don't have to drop there lives like a hat and move on the other side of the world. Nor did they have to pack it up either. I just seemed happy to them, because if I let my façade fall down now, how i really felt leaving them, I would cry.

But now that we have lifted off the runway at LAX airport, stopped to switch planes at an airport in New York, flew over the Atlantic Ocean, and landed in a small airport in the capitol city Edinburgh, Scotland, I was fine. My face was devoid of any emotion. But when we pulled into a long dirt drive way, my reserve started to crack. My bottom lip started to quiver and a lump formed in my throat. But I became aw struck as soon as I saw what was at the end of the driveway. A small castle-like structure. It was beautiful. It rivaled all of the mansions in California. If I wasn't so depressed, I'm pretty sure I would have jumped out of the car and gave it a hug-the castle that is. And started taking pictures to send to my friends back home and gloat.

My dad-Bob- parked the car and turned it off. He turned around from the right side (that was going to take some getting used to) and gave me a wistful smile. I smiled back to make him feel better. I think he knew that I was about ready to cry. But as soon as he turned to open the door I frowned and looked down at my dirty Converse. I smiled a little when I looked down at them. I had a pair in about every color. I looked up when I heard my mother –Dottie- shift in front of me. I looked up and smiled.

"I know this is hard for you. Especially a couple of months after your friend died of-"I cut her off

"Well this is a good chance to get away from that. A fresh start. To heal. I think everybody needs one…"

She just looked at me before unbuckling her seat belt and opening the door at my father's request, which was waving at the now opened front door, which was looked heavy. It was a thick wooden door that looked centuries old.

"Come on! Let's go pick out your new room!" she said stepping out of the car. I take a deep breath and unbuckle my seat beat and pickup my old worn purple backpack. I jog to the front door, in which my goofy father is blocking with an equally goofy smile.

"Are you guys ready for this?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess, no wait! Was that a trick question?" I say sarcastically.

"Toni." My mother used her warning tone.

"No? Well, then I guess I'm ready then."

"Are you sure that your ready for this?"

"Yes, I'm positive."

"Are you sure that positive about being sure that you want to see the inside of your new house?" No.

"DAD! I want to go inside sometime tonight! Because I am so freaking tired right now I could fall asleep standing up in the middle of the ocean during a raging hurricane!" I ranted

"Jeez, who knew my daughter was that horrid after traveling…" my father said stepping inside the house/castle/replacement home.

"When said fifteen year old daughter is lacking twenty-nine hours of sleep." I snapped.

"Well, there is already furniture in the bedrooms upstairs, so go pick out a room and you can sleep until the movers get here, or sleep till tomorrow-" My mom said.

"Sleep till tomorrow." I said.

"Okay so unpacking is tomorrow, stalking up on food, registering you for school, meet the neighbors-"I interrupted.

"What was that last part you said?" I already knew the answer.

"Meet the neighbors?" she asked, confused. Well, doubt that there are any neighbors around here. There was a dairy farm of about six cows and a graveyard down the road. I hardly count cow as neigbors, seeing as they aren't people. And well seeing as there as dead people in the grave yard, well all i can say is we don't have to call the cops-bobbies- on them for playing there music to loud during a party.

"No, before that."

"Register you for school?" she asked slowly

"Yeah. That part…Is it too late to ask to be home schooled?"

"Oh, honey. Stop being such a drama queen. It won't be that bad. You'll make lots of new friends."

I moaned out loud and headed for the staircase, mumbling about mothers never understanding how their daughters feel about making new friends across the globe.

I heard my dad say to my mom "She'll be fine."

"Are you sure? It hasn't been that long since her friend, well you know." Dottie giving her husband a knowing look.

{TIME SKIP}

After wondering around the upstairs, I wondered downstairs. Even though I was tired as hell, I didn't go to sleep. I couldn't go to sleep. I wanted to wait until my parents picked their room so I could get one as far away from theirs as I can get. But I already had a room picked out. It was facing west and had a little balcony so I could sit and watch sunsets, and if I woke early enough, watch sunrises, or stayed up all night to see it. All I had in it was a full sized bed and a little wardrobe thing against the wall by the door and a few dressers. I already had a new one coming in with the movers because mom said something about the house being really old and moth balls and mice or rats might have infested them, so we ordered a newer and much bigger wardrobe. But the cool thing is that it had drawers and little cubbies so that I can store things in there like socks, underwear, bras, belts, hats, etc. And it had this little rail thing in so I can probably hang a coat or two in it.

'Well, at least I'll be organized. Which has never happened before.'

'But I'll still keep it. You never know.'

I looked at the time on my phone and decided that this I when I'll sleep. Even though I don't have any blankets, I'm too tired to care. I fall into a peaceful asleep, I start to dream.

{DREAM}

There are a group of people on a cliff a dressed in Victorian-era clothing. A tall menacing looking man holds a necklace of some sort in front of him, raised towards the moon where a red comet is just about to pass in front of the full moon. I was standing there, but nobody noticed me… And there was a tension in the air. An excitement. Like they were anticipating something…big.

The man started saying words from a different language. I noticed four people that are the closest to him. An older woman, who was most likely his wife. An older looking boy, possibly nineteen or twenty. A young girl who looked my age, and a boy who looked sixteen or seventeen. He was very handsome. Sexy even.

I was startled out of my ogling when I heard a man's rough voice call out "VAMPIRES!" I turned around and saw a man on a horse drawn wagon of sorts with fire and crosses on it. He jumped off and started waving around a cross-shaped sword, causing them all to scatter. The vampire hunter ran up to the man with the amulet and started to wave around the cross. The man(vampire) hissed at him and fought him back as he tried to take them amulet.

Then the reddish stone popped free and flew over the cliff and a long blond haired vampire went over for it. And he was heading right towards me while I was floating in the ocean….on my bed….anyone else disturbed by that?

As he was about to touch my face, I felt someone grab my shoulder and shake hard enough for me to come out of my deep sleep. And heard someone call my name and I shot up out of my bed.

I looked around and found my mom sitting on the bed next to me and my dad over her shoulder with a golf club. I looked at my moms concerned face and saw that she was scared for me.

"I'm okay, just a bad dream." I told her quietly, afraid that if I raised my voice any higher, she would hear how shaken up I really was.

"Was is about R-" I shook my head before she could finish the sentence. I didn't want to remember that now. I was going to heal from that. The scars on my heart will fade until I can think of that night without wanting to get in a small ball and cry my heart out.

"It was something different. I'm sorry I woke you guys up. I'll be fine for now."

They didn't look sure, like they believed me, but they left my room and I rolled over to face the window and watch the moon. I didn't move from that spot or close my eyes to go back to sleep until it was a reasonable time to get up and start the day.

AUTHOR NOTE:

I'll try and have a couple of chapters posted every time I update. And I'll try and make sure that there aren't any misspellings or anything else wrong. I hate it as I go through someone else's other fan fictions and I'm constantly pointing out the mistakes and errors when I should be reading it! It's like I'm an English teacher out on portal or something. And another thing, I will try to damnedest hardest to try and finish each and every one of my stories. I HATE it when some doesn't finish there story and it is really good.