Secrets can Kill

Meg

"UP" Meg was awakened rudely by the voice of The Bitch. "Get up now! We leave in half an hour with or without your lazy ass."
Meg opened her eyes and glared at her step mother. RoseAnn was by far the biggest bitch on the planet. She tossed her platinum blonde hair over one shoulder as she crossed her arms and scowled at her step daughter. Meg had always said that RoseAnn looked too much like a Barbie doll and had probably had plastic surgery over a million times, even if she denied it.
"I'm up!" Meg yawned as she stretched out her pale limbs and sat up. "But I don't understand why we have to leave so fuck early."
"Because I told you too. Now get up and get dressed." Then RoseAnn stormed out of the room.
Good riddance Meg thought. Meg's father had married RoseAnn two years after Meg's own mother, Mina, had passed away. Meg had begged and pleaded with her father not to marry her. But Adam Song must have thought his daughter still needed a woman to guided her. He obviously didn't take into consideration how much RoseAnn loathed Meg. After they had come back from the honeymoon, RoseAnn had made Meg's life a living hell. Constant yelling and prying into her personal life had turned Meg into a good liar, and an even better sneak.
Meg sat up sluggishly and got dressed. A black tank top with white lettering across the chest the read 'Watch out. I bite'. Ripped black skinny jeans with and her hair in a hight ponytail completed her look. She stared in her mirror and sighed.
She had her mothers long, black hair and porcelain skin. Her features also mimicked her late mothers, as they were sharp but pretty. She was small at the age of 15, only 5'2". With a slim build and delicate features, it would have been easy to mistake her for a child. That is, if it weren't for her figure. Which though she didn't think she was at all pretty, she had to admit was pretty great. She already wore a C cup and was quite proud of it. She had seen pictures of her mom at this age. They looks similar, but her mother had made small look beautiful and pretty look gorgeous.
And then there were her eyes. The only thing she had gotten from her father(aside from his sense of humour). They were green. But unlike her fathers grass-coloured ones, hers were the colour of shining emeralds. They were so bright, they sometimes appeared to glow.
She finished up her makeup and walked over to her rolling suitcase. One top of it was the letter that was the reason they she was packed. It had arrived about a month ago, in mid-November. It was from her Great Uncle, whom she had not heard from since her mother passed. It read:
Dearest Meg,
I know it has been many years since I have written to you, which is very unfortunate. I was sorry to here of your mothers passing and I'm sorry not to convey my condolences until now. I however, wish to make up for this. I am writing to invite you and your family to visit my humble home in the Carpathian Mountains to celebrate your 16th birthday. I am aware that your father has remarried and now has another child. Do not worry, I am extending my hospitality to them. You may also bring one friend and this one of this friends parents with you. I have enclosed six first class plane tickets in this envelop. You will arrive at the airport in Prague and from there, take a train to the town of Karinda. I will pick you up from there.
May your journey be a happy one,
Count Aldrik VonStín
Meg had been surprised at this letters arrival. She remembered getting letters from her great uncle when she was a kid. But the letters had stopped when her mother died. Meg sighed and grabbed her purse and black leather jacket off her bed. Her purse contained everything she would need for the car trip to Toronto. Her lip balm, a compact mirror. Her headphones, cell phone, and her latest book obsession. She had started Bram Stokers Dracula two days ago and was already enthralled by his writing. She shrugged on the jacket, which had been her mothers, and rolled her suitcase out the door and down the hall.
She stopped at the top of the stairs. And standing at the bottom, looking up at her with childish delight, was the only good thing that had come out of her fathers second marriage. Rosally Song(Rosy for short) was only 5 years old, but she was already the most beautiful child on this earth. She had waves blonde hair down to her shoulders and walked she light on her feet that she appeared to fly. Her eyes were light green and reminded Meg of new spring grass. She was always laughing and smiling.
"Meggy!" The child cried as Meg descended the stairs. "I'm so excited! I've never been on an airplane before!" Meg hugged her half-sister when she got to the bottom.
"Neither have I! I'll be the first time for both of us." Rosy grinned widely and kissed her sisters cheek.
Meg helped Rosy get into her thick winter jacket before putting on her tall black boots and heading out into the cold, Canadian morning air.