Find The Wings to Fly.

Chapter One.

"I was floating, or maybe I was sinking. I couldn't tell, in the blackness, I couldn't hear anything either. I was drifting, and then was being tugged, by something farther and farther down. "Aspen. Aspen. Aspen!".

My eyes snapped open, "Where am I?" I wondered, trying to remember what had happened the previous day. The low ceiling and pink reading light on the wall wasn't familiar, I wasn't at home. I felt tug on my leg, and jumped, I looked down to the floor, Lukas was spread out on the floor, to the side of my bed.

"Hey, Sis. You okay? You were mumbling, was it The Dream?" Lukas muttered still half asleep, pulling himself up to face me. I sat up too, and then turned my head to see him in the dim light. "Where are we, Lukas?" I marveled, this time out loud.

Lukas smiled, and pulled himself up on my bed. He gestured to the light pink room, and said quietly, "Well, were in your room at our "Aunt's" Lakeside home, in the Walleye Capital of the World. Also know as, 41 degrees 30' 43" N / 82 degrees 56' 16" W. But in Layman's terms, were in Port Clinton, Ohio, US-freaking-A." He finished, staring steadily at the wall, I rested my hand on his tense shoulder, waiting for him to calm down.

My baby brother, Lukas, at fourteen, was 6 feet tall, and looked to be more around my age. I was eighteen and still couldn't say half the words in his vast vocabulary. He made me look like the younger sibling. If people could even remember we were siblings, we looked like complete opposites, right down to our eye color.

"How did I get in to this," I searched for the right word, in my still half asleep mind, "horrific bedroom." I asked him, finding the correct words. Lukas laughed again, his shoulders untensing. "You fell asleep, in the car, on the way here, so I carried you up into this bedroom, but my room is the downstairs sofa. So, I slept on your floor. I figured you wouldn't mind." I nodded,I didn't mind.

It all made sense, I had been tired the whole ten hour flight here. But I had stayed up wondering, about why we were being sent to America. In secret, without our parents, to some old family friend's home for the summer.

I still didn't have an answer.

"What time is it?" I asked him, looking for my phone in the bed covers. He shook his head, and pulled my fully charged Iphone off the charging dock, and stated, "7:30am here, 1:30pm at home.".

I sighed, and looked at the window to my right, the drapes were pushed open so slightly I could see the sun poking out of the clouds and raising up from the lake. Heavy footfalls pounding up the the stairs disrupted my thoughts.

Lukas looked at me as a sharp knock on my door echoed around the room. "Come In?" I yelped, clutching my phone. The door creaked open, A very tall woman, of medium build, walked in. I almost laughed she wasn't who I pictured walking up the steps. She was wearing Denim shorts and a blue t-shirt. A younger girl trailed behind her, I was surprised when the woman spoke her tone was warm, and her voice was low, she held her eyes down. "I'm Sam," she stated, "I'm Randal's wife,"

I looked at Lukas, was she talking about Randal the man who handled human customs? He nodded slightly at my thought.

Sam went on, "This is my daughter Reese. Shes' eight, I was wondering, because I have to go to work... if you could watch her for me." Sam looked up, her eyes were a warm brown, she was human. I locked my eyes with hers, "Of course." Sam smiled, "Breakfast in ten minutes.", then she grabbed her daughter's hand and closed the door as she walked out of the room. "A vampire and a human... but the daughter..."

The words tumbled over one another, as I tried to ask Lukas.He simply nodded, then sighed, "Her eyes looked just like yours, without the contacts, of course..."

I felt my own eyes widen, If she was like me, that ment she has a half blood as well, and half bloods were hunted. Unless like me you took steps to hide yourself. I was the Dranculan Princess, my Father the king. We had to take every precaution, to make sure I wasn't found out. But, all along, there has been another one like me, hiding in this sleepy little town...

All I could think of as I plowed down the stairs was, The only two half vampiric children in all of our people's history, were about to share a breakfast, a summer, and a house.