Why did it had to be Scotland? Oh why couldn't it be Germany. In that country, I've could have met Bill Kaulitz and fallen in love. Okay maybe not but hey I got a bigger chance of at least meeting him if I went to Germany, but noooo....my mother sent me to stupid Scotland. I have a suspicion that she knew about my Bill Kaulitz fantasy. My mother is sending to some of her relatives in Scotland. I mean why the hell do they live in Scotland if they are not Scottish? She told me that they had a son around nine years old. Great , I'm going to spend my vacation with a nine year old boy. Hmm...I wonder if he wears those plaid red skirts and plays that bagpipe. Maybe if I'm lucky, I get to visit that lake where Nessie supposely lives.

Oh wait! I forgot introduce myself. My name is Antoinette Kaulitz. Yes I'm lying since I haven't married Bill yet but Im working on that! My birthname is Antoinette Violetta Daliet. Apparently my mutti was a big fan of French History when I was born so she named me after that queen that got her head cut off. Ew. At least she excluded the Marie part in the name. I dont want like a million other girls all over the world to have the same name as me! So yeah I love my name.

Anyhoo, my mother is a busy lawyer so she earns the big bucks. Not that I'm complaining but being alone in a freakish huge mansion can get lonely. Father was an asshole who left us like three days after my 11th birthday, three years ago for some model. It will be total crack if the model was Tyra Banks..Maybe I can go on her show and accuse of her of jacking my father. Now that will make her stupid show's ratings go up!

Stay back on topic, Antoinette, on topic!

My mother raised me in the rich part of LA. Now you expect me to be a cheerleader with blonde hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. Umm....hell no! That's part of the reason my mutti sent me to Scotland. She didntt want me to spend the summer inside on a computer. Yeah I'm pretty much a loner. As I was saying, my mother packed my stuff and dragged me to the LAX airport to the board a plane to Scotland where I'll get sun-kissed. Its cloudy most of the time, woman!

If she was sending me to Scotland, mother could have bother making my ticket first class, no?

Hell no, she didn't. Now I'm stuck sitting in middle class with some kid kicking my seat from behind. Yeah I know that only happens in TV, but trust me, it happens in real life too. All I need is some fatass dude sitting next to me drooling on my shoulder. Fortunely, I only got the kicking kid. I can't believe I boarded this fucking plane because of bribery!

Bribery was my mother last plan to get me to go to Scotland. While we waited for the stupid flight, my mother took out two cds. Not just any cds! It was Tokio Hotel 's new album Humanoid and Cinema Bizarre's Toyz. Both boy bands were hot. My mother must have been desperate since she would have never buy these.

" You can have them if you board the plane to Scotland. " She said, her voice sounding tired like she wanted to get this over with.

Foolish moi just to took the cds and ran to the entrance to the plane. Gah, I'm so stupid.

Oh goddess, that damn blonde boy sitting across the aisle just smiled and winked at me. I resisted the childish act to show him the middle finger so I just rolled my eyes at him and continued reading my book called Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer. Mother got it for me thinking it was set in Scotland but it was set in Dublin, Ireland. For a lawyer, my mother can be so stupid sometimes.

After gathering my stuff and putting into my Nightmare Before Christmas messenger bag, Mr. Blondy approached me as we were headed toward where our suitcases waited. Hopefully all my stuff is there.

" Hello my name is Tom McAshton. " I knew he was coming back home since he had a Scottish accent. " What is your name? " His bluish gray eyes sparkled with delight.

I stared at him with my hands on my hips, my black hair falling over my eyes. Like I was going to tell my name to a stranger. No matter what country it was, the " Don't talk to strangers " rule still applied.

So I just walked toward where my suitcases where waiting, totally ignoring him.

Some short blonde kid with round glasses like the ones that Harry Potter has was holding a cardboard signed that read " ANTOINETTE! " I sighed, at least they spelled it right.

With a heave, I've lifted up my suitcases and marched over to them.

The mother, I assumed, came and hugged me. I flinched. Hugs are like uncomfortable to me. The woman felt it and let me go with a smile. " I'm Dottie but you can call me Aunt Dottie. " Her kid came forward and said, " Do you like vampires? " The question took me by surprise, Aunt Dottie and her husband just sighed and shook their heads.

I kneel to The boy's height as I smiled. " Yes. I love them. " It annoyed and spooked my mother how I'm obsessed with vampires . My room was filled with posters of famous vampires from charming evil Lestat to protective Stefan. Twilight is just a big no-no. I mean vampires sparkling in the sun? That's bull.

The little boy smiled at me. " Me too. I'm Tony. "

On the ride to my new house, Tony and me talked about our favorite vampires and such.

Their home was very gothic being a castle and all. My room was next to Tony's It had a big bed with black covers. A dark wood desk faced the window which was covered with black curtains. My closet was huge and I had my own bathroom.

" So what you think? " Tony's father who names was Bob said.

I dropped my suitcases on the bed , looking around the room. " It's lovely."

He left me to unpack when I noticed that it was already dark. Perfect for vampires to come out.. I settled my laptop on the desk then turned it on and soon My Chemical Romance began playing. An hour later, Aunt Dottie brought me my dinner, spageghetti. When I went into the bathroom to take off the fangs I always wear, a thud was heard in my room.

Forgeting about the fangs, I rushed into my room. Laying on the carpet was the palest boy I ever seen. He had long black hair with the front spiked up and his eyes were close so I couldn't tell what color they were. He was wearing some raggedy Victorian outfit.I walked closer to him and noticed that it looked like he had eyeshadow. Now before you start shouting " GAY! ", it's in fashion for boys to wear eyeliner and eyeshadow okay?

The boy snapped opened his eyes which revealed to be deathly red. He snarled at me when I started to back away in fear. I opened my mouth to shout but nothing came out. The boy 's expression changed into confusion.