Romancing the Demon

New Beginning

                                                                                  21 years later

'              I didn't know my grandparents owned land in Scotland. In fact, I really didn't know much about their past, they never spoke about anything unless it was about me staying safe and finding the right man to call mine. I lived in Florida with them all my life. The sun and beaches were my home, it was all I knew. I grew up strong healthy and happy, while Grandma and Granda got older and weaker. Granda died in his sleep during the winter months. Grandma died the summer I college, it hit me like a ton of bricks, I was alone. At first, I was scared because I was left alone. But grandma was a smart lady she left this world but she still took care of me.

                           A lawyer came to me after her funeral and he read me her Will. Grandma had millions of dollars saved for me and she owned land in the east of Scotland and the only way I can gain everything is by moving to Scotland to live there forever. Seemed fair enough. The lawyer assured me that the money will be transferred into my account at a bank in the town I will move to.

                           So here I am, a 21-years-old on a loud plane to my new destiny. Leaving behind all my memories, for new ones. The plane is quite nice and roomy. I can't believe this is first class. I mean I never been on a plan before but I try to relax but I guess it's my nerves that's got me all moody. There's not really anyone here in the front, but for a few rich businessmen clicking on their laptops and talking on their Bluetooth's and flirting with some of the flight attendants. 

                         The seats next to me were empty and across from me in the next row, a guy reclined back sleeping and snoring the day away. His face was covered by his blue denim colored hoodie. "Eight more hours.", I whisper to myself. I put my ear buds in and started my play list of all the Celtic Thunder albums. I leaned back into my seat and closed my eyes and wonder about my future home and worry about how I will manage without grandma. But soon I am relishing and drowning myself in the perfect voices of lilt songs of love, the loss of love and drunken nights that calms my soul.

                          I must have dosed off because I felt a strong hand shake me. I jumped when I opened my eyes to look at curious blue eyes. It was the guy across from me. He was saying something to me, but I couldn't hear him. I dumbly realized that I had my music blasting. I took out my ear buds and turned off my music. "Um yes?" I asked. He smiled at me "Excuse me, lass, I don't mean to disturb your nap, but I can't help but hear you speaking in Gaelic. But you don't sound Scottish. Are you a student?" He smiled sweetly. A little dimple into his clean-shaven cheek popped out to greet me. I blushed and looked away. I didn't know I talked in my sleep. "I don't talk in my sleep," I said to him. "On the contrary lassie, you were speaking clear Gaelic." He looked down at my phone and saw the Celtic Thunder album cover. He laughed loudly like we were sharing some kind of joke. "Well, then no wonder. Those brutes would have anyone talking in their sleep." I smiled at him "Maybe." I looked out the window and saw the clouds sweeping by. 

                    I looked at the strange guy next to me and finally, notice that he is a pretty handsome man. Well, that's an understatement. He's drop dead gorgeous. And everything I look for in a guy. Laughing blue eyes so rich in color they look unreal, curling red hair that seemed to be made from hells fire itself, Scottish pale with a few sprinkles of freckles peppered on his nose. Wow, he's just wow. He's perfect. I smiled back at him. And he looked at my teeth, his red eyebrows rows. I stopped smiling. He chuckled as he looked at my quizzical stare. "Do I have something in my teeth?" I rubbed my tongue over my teeth; they are pretty damn clean if you ask me. I didn't even eat the plane peanuts and I brushed my teeth after I ate dinner. "What is it?" I asked. He stopped laughing but his eyes kept right on. "I'm sorry lass. Must you think I'm the rudest Scott you ever met? I just noticed that you had fangs. Did you get those surgically done?" he asked. Most people think that I had my teeth surgically made this way. Some of those people believe me to be a vampire fanatic or just crazy. I'm nether of those people; I never believed any of that supernatural crap. The fangs fit my mouth perfectly so they couldn't be fakes. They are not very long just half an inch longer than normal and pointy. I giggled at his wondering expression.

             "No, these are my teeth, they just grew that way since I was a kid. I was worried I had something in my teeth. But, I bet you don't believe me at all." I expected him to say yes, but I was more surprised to find that he actually shook his head. "Of course I believe you, you have one of those very honest faces." he smiled a heart-stopping smiling. "A very pretty one if I may add." I blushed to my roots. "Thank you." After a few minutes of talking about random things, we made a game of trying to tell stories about the businessmen and their lives. It was a good time to knock off some time.