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Tony Thompson bolted upright in his bed, gasping. That stupid nightmare again...he sighed, raking his fingers through his sandy hair. It had been five years, and he still wasn't completely recovered from the events of his thirteenth year - learning that not only were vampires real, but people hunted them, exterminated them, because they thought that vampires were monsters. He knew they weren't - he'd made friends with one! He liked one...as more than a friend. Still, if this kept up...he'd have to find a way back. He was eighteen - he could technically go without his parents' permission. Still, it would be better for them to know exactly what he was getting himself into.
"Mom? Dad?"
The Thompsons looked up as their son came downstairs.
"What is it, Tony?" his father asked.
"Well, I was wondering...y'know, I'm eighteen, and people say it's enriching for kids to go on trips before they go to college, and..." he stammered, flushing. This was never going to work. He was such an idiot.
His mother laughed. "Tony, you can go."
His head snapped up. "What? But I - I didn't even say where -"
"Kiddo, we're not blind," his dad chuckled. "Go visit Germany, see how the Sackville-Baggs are doing. You haven't seen them since you were thirteen! Go see them before you head north, it'll do you good."
"Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!" Tony felt like his chest would explode; he'd finally get to see Rudolph again after all these years, and maybe...no, better to hope things would be exactly as they left them five years ago.
"Go get packed - your flight leaves tomorrow!" his mother called, sending Tony scrambling back upstairs.