In a one of the dark study rooms in UCL, a group of people were huddled in a circle, trying to get warm. Tom Fletcher, a history student in his final year, was reading out parts of his dissertation, which was on the subject of vampires.

"Did you know that vampires may actually date back to prehistoric times?" he mused, peering at the rest of the group from over his thick black framed spectacles, pushing his floppy dark blonde hair off his face.

"Sorry, what?" enquired Danny Jones sleepily, earning him a cuff round the face from Tom. Danny had curly brown hair paired with blue grey eyes, and his face and arms were covered in freckles.

"Are you seriously trying to tell me that you haven't been listening to a word I've said so far? Jeez." said Tom exasperatedly, "I give up. I seriously give up."

"Nah, carry on, mate. It's really interesting." piped up blonde Dougie Poynter, who wore a black headband tied around his forehead to keep his long bangs out of his eyes.

"You only want him to carry on because you like blood and all that shit, Dougs." muttered Harry Judd, rolling his piercing blue eyes at his best friend.

"Do not! I am genuinely interested!"

"Just admit it, you'll only end up hurting yourself."

"Screw you!" Just as Harry and Dougie were in the middle of a poking fight, Danny sprayed a water bottle in Harry's face.

"Oi!" Harry rounded on Danny with a raised fist, seriously annoyed.

"IF I can get on with this, THANK YOU." snapped Tom, taking his glasses off.

"Ooh shit. The glasses are off. We're in trouble." muttered Danny.

"SHUT UP!" To the left of Tom, his girlfriend, Giovanna, was reapplying her eyeliner, whilst Danny's childhood friend Alice held the mirror for her.

"Dan, just leave it." sighed Alice, absent-mindedly plaiting her dark auburn hair, "Don't wind him up. I'm serious."

"Carry on, Thomas."

"Don't call me that! Anyway, in Romanian folklore, vampires are referred to as strigoi."

"Oh my god, like that Vampire Academy series!" said Gio excitedly, paying full attention to Tom.

"If you may have noticed, Mead calls them stringoi." said Tom tiredly, "I knew I shouldn't have lent you all those vampire books."

"But, but, they're really addictive!" spluttered Gio, "And they're so romantic!"

"Whatever, I hope you don't start talking about Twilight. I wanna punch Pattinson in the face." growled Harry.

"Just because he's more handsome than you." teased Alice.

"Haz is the best looking guy here." blurted Dougie, until he realised what he had just said, and clamped a hand over his mouth, face crimson.

"Did you say what I just thought you said?" asked Danny, raising an eyebrow.

"Didn't say nuthin'!" squeaked Dougie, from behind his hand.

"It's alright if you're gay, we ain't gonna beat you up or anything…"

"Fuck off, Jones!" Suddenly, there was an eerie pale light emitting from Tom's papers.

"What the hell?" he said, frowning. In an electrifying burst of light, the group were knocked out for a brief second. When they awoke, they were in a different place entirely.

"Okay. Now I'm freaked out." said Harry nervously, "Where in the world are we?" Tom looked around at the landscape in front of him, sharp eyes clocking a huge airship.

"Ah. Now I get it." he mused.

"What?" snapped Danny in a surly manner, "I've just stepped in something completely manky."

"It's a dung heap." sighed Harry.

"Shut your trap, posh boy!"

"What are you trying to say, Tom?" enquired Dougie politely.

"I think we're in a steampunk 19th century, correct me if I'm mistaken."