New Blood

chapter 1: Family Visit

Away from the village, there was a bus driving by. Inside were many normal passengers, but there was an eight-year-old goth girl. She had droopy black hair tied with red ribbons, styling her hair into pigtails. She wore all black and gray. She had on a short-sleeved shirt with finger-less black gloves, a voodoo skull on the center of her shirt, black shorts, white tights and black pointed boots. Around her neck was a spiked choker.

Despite being goth, she was actually feeling rather happy. stopped in front of a creepy castle like place and the girl got off of it and pulled her suitcase with her as she took out a crinkly old note addressed for one called Nestor. She kept rolling and she observed the castle as she knocked on the door and waited for an answer. She tapped her foot a little and the door opened while Nestor, the school repairman, cook and, responded.

"Umm.... May I help you?" the new vampire looked down at the unfamiliar girl.

"I'm here to visit you," the girl responded.

"Visit me? Why would someone want to visit me?"

"We're family."

"Family?" Nestor raised an eyebrow.

"Here, this should help." the goth girl handed him the letter in her hand addressed to him.

Nestor looked at the letter and read it carefully:

"Dear Nestor,

This is your niece, Wren. While her mother and I are away for special circumstances, she needs someone to take care of her. Wren's mother and I trust you to be her father figure, caretaker and perhaps even your students' new friend. Wren likes to write poetry about death, mythical creatures, and isn't always social, but let your students give her a chance. Be sure she's in bed by 9:00.

From Durwhood Needlemeyer."

", welcome Wren." Nestor smiled down at the eight year old girl.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir." Wren said in a cool tone.

"Please," Nestor waved down at her. "We are family, call me Uncle Nestor."

"Uncle Nestor..." Wren adjusted to her guardian. "Okay... So you a school?"

"Yes, it's an academy for vampire children. They're away on a field trip now, but should be back soon, why don't I make you something yummy?"

"Very," Wren grabbed her carry on bag and followed Lenny inside. Wren looked all around and marveled at the gothic sights with creepy portraits, statues and dusty old coffins. "Wicked..." She smirked at the frightful portraits.

"I hope that means you like it here." Nestor smiled nervously at his niece.

"I do so far." Wren noticed they had gotten into the kitchen and hopped up on a stool by a table.

Nestor mixed a bowl as he walked over to the young non-vampire girl. "Now, how does a squid souffle sound?"

"Yummy!" Wren smiled. She then looked all around. "Where are the students?"

"Field trip," Nestor replied as he continued to mix with a wooden spoon. "Probably looking for fresh blood."

"Daddy says you're a vampire now."

"I am," Nestor pointed to his sharp, glittering fangs. "I feel like I finally in around here. Now... You aren't a vampire, right?"

"No, I'm not," Wren shook her head. "Is that good or bad?"

"Well ... We won't be able to be around each other much if you aren't a vampire since I wake up after 9:00 in the evening when you go to bed and you'll be awake while I'm asleep."

"I'm actually nocturnal like you are." Wren explained. "Mom and Dad just think I'm a normal kid."

"I'm sure the students will be back soon." Nestor smiled as he looked at the. "Just don't be afraid of them."

"I'm not afraid of anything." Wren laughed at her uncle.

"Really?" Nestor raised an eyebrow at her.

"Okay..." Wren sighed. "I'm terrified of spiders..."

"Funny, they are an actually pretty good appetizer." Nestor baked more and put the food in the oven.

"Do I have to drink blood?"

"If you'd like," Nestor shrugged. "I have tomato juice for one of the students, Oskar. He's a vegetarian vampire."

"What's a vegetarian vampire?"

"He doesn't like blood, it makes him sick. I often make him vampy burgers for meals."

Wren smiled at him and was excited for this visit. She hoped that her parents would let her stay with her uncle for a long, long time. She didn't hate her home, she was just thrilled to be in a new with people who might actually understand her. Back at her old school, Wren was often criticized for being a little too different from the other kids. She often sat in the back of the cafeteria in the dark, spending recess writing poetry, spending Friday and weekend nights alone in the cold solitude of her room. What adventures await her here, however.