Hello, This is my first story which I've put on Fanfiction. I (obviously) do not own the YoungDrac series/characters/back story etc. I simply took off from where season 4 left off and added my own characters. I hope you like it. :) Please don't copy and paste it as your own- I've spent loads of time on this (not that I believe it's that good anyway). One day I felt inspired to sit at my laptop and type away. Forgive me if I've made any mistakes because I have limited knowledge as to how this Fanfiction thing works. ;) GABYWITHONEB

Chapter 1- Vampire Tea Party

He was sitting there. His dark hair sufficiently tousled across his forehead and his head propped up by this thumb- elbow resting on the table. His grey-blue eyes were staring at me as I walked out of the extension through the white glass doors and into the large garden. I shyly looked down at the floor, making sure my golden party dress was in check. These heels were making it impossible to walk on the healthy-looking grass. It'd bad enough that they were too tight on my feet-

"Woah." I cried as my heel caught on a clump of grass while I was trying to walk to my dinner table, causing me to face-plant the grass in a spectacular fashion. Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you alright?" I recognised that voice - a London accent with a Welsh twinge. It made me blush every time I heard it. "That was quite a fall."

"Uhh, I.. I'm alright." I replied quite nervously. I casually brushed a strand of hair from my cheek trying to see whether it was red. Yep. It was warm alright. He took my hand and pulled me up from the ground. "Thanks." His hand was colder than mine, and very strong. I looked up into his eyes. They were so deep. Suddenly they flicked to over his shoulder; he could see his parents were about to sit down at his table.

"I better sit down. My parents are there waiting for me. Are you ok to walk?" Vlad asked me. I nodded and he sped over to his seat. My heart was fluttering at his presence and touch- I didn't usually get obsessed over guys like this, but Vlad was just…perfect. He had pale white skin, dark black hair, fangs and light blue eyes- a great combination.

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I stumbled my way over to the table. It had a long white table-cloth covering it which reached the blades of grass. I sat down on the rusty metal outdoor-chair, which gave me a good view of him. There was an elegant white vase propped up in the middle of the square table. Strangely enough, there wasn't a plate or cutlery in front of any of the guests- simply a wine glass.

Suddenly a whiff of 'eau de sang' perfume entered my nostrils. I had to hold my gagging back. A tall blonde swirled over to the metal chair next to me. She was wearing a long black cape, adorned with crystals, emeralds and diamonds along the collar and embroidered with gold thread along the seams. Her hair was a strawberry blonde shade which had been pinned up above her head with silver pins. A few loose strands beautifully framed her delicate, Transylvanian face. Her eyes were as blue as the water surrounding Monet's waterlillies. She had high cheekbones and large, rouge, pouting lips. She faced the chair opposite her, but often glanced at me.

"Tullia."Her voice had caught me off guard. She pronounced every syllable as if her words could be sharp enough to stab me.

"Excuse me? I .. I don't speak Transylvanian." I nervously replied. She let out a mocking laugh.

"Hah!" She belittlingly snorted. "My name is Tullia, breather." She snarled harshly, extending a perfectly manicured hand. I stared at it. She stared at me. "It is custom to bow before your higher."

"Oh." I said, sitting exactly as I was before. I turned and inspected the wine glass again, twirling the stem in my hands. I heard a sinister growl coming from Tullia.

"You don't even know what that's for DO you?" Tullia hissed.

"Sure I do."
"Why are you even here breather? You do KNOW why we're all gathering here."

"Well obviously I know why I'm here."

"Well the Chosen One would never choose you. You do KNOW that- don't you breather? He's looking for a soul mate, not just another breather who'll turn her back on him after trying to STAKE him."

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"That was Erin's mistake. I, however, would not do that to him."

"HEHEM!" Vlad cleared his throat, with a microphone held up to his lips. "Well, I assume we all are here-" He looked around at the solid turnout of girls all sitting at white tables exactly like mine. "We're here to um.."

"We are here to find a new soul-mate for Vladimir, since he doesn't seem to have a good eye for picking out girlfriends." The Count took over. Vlad looked as if he REALLY didn't want to be there. "One by one he shall go around and afterwards we shall choose the best choices of you. And by no means may you kill the other competitors as I know we have some breathers here." He sighed. "Let it begin!"