The joy of sharing.

Vlad needed a flatmate. It wasn't like he was lonely or anything, he just needed someone that could pay half of the rent. He lived in a big Islington-flat that he really couldn't afford on a bartenders salary, and moving just wasn't an option. The flat was a gift from his mother, and he certainly didn't want to piss her off by selling.

And he liked the place. It was big and bright and didn't have any creepy, weird towers or cellars. It had two bedrooms with private bathrooms, an enormous living room a spotless kitchen. Well, the kitchen had been used merely a few times, so maybe that wasn't so weird. Any ways, it was a nice place to live in. The only real issue Vlad had was the windows. If you are a vampire, windows are a problem. Especially there are so many of them. Vlad had solved the problem by sleeping in a coffin, even though he didn't like it that much. Ever since ha had become a vampire, he had tried to stay away from coffins. Never the less, there he sat. In a coffin, cross-legged with a computer on his lap. He was just replying to a mail that he had received about the flat-share.

The add had been up for three days and almost 20 people had written to him. Most of them seamed to be idiots, and Vlad did not want that. He needed someone that could take care of their own dishes. And a middle-aged woman with three cats was not tempting at all.

He wrote a polite reply where he explained that someone had already been given the room. With a sigh he pushed the "send" button and went on to the next mail in his in-box. This one looked more promising. It was from a guy that was about to become a history-teacher. He was going to study in London for a couple of years and need a place to stay.

The guy seamed pretty independent and nice, so Vlad scrolled down to read the rest. He noted that the guy liked horror-movies and had an interest for the supernatural. Vlad laughed, be stopped immediately when he saw the name that was at the bottom of the mail. Robin Branagh.

Vlad had thought of the boy several times the last three years, but to see his name on an e-mail like this made him very sad. They hadn't seen each other since that day and Vlad felt very guilty about everything. He'd just taken off and never looked back.

Vlad shook his head. There had to be at least a thousand Robin Branagh's in the UK alone, and what were the chances this being "his" Robin? Pretty slim. And besides. Robin as a teacher? The thought made Vlad laugh.

So he sent a quick reply where he gave the address and his phone-number. He wrote that Robin could just pop by within the nearest days so that day could come to an agreement.

Then he turned the computer off and jumped out of the coffin. A quick look at his watch told him it was time to go to work. After having taken his jacket, wallet and phone he made his way to the bar he worked at.

It was a vampire-place. Once again the work of his mother. She had opened the bar a few years ago, but had better things to do then stick around to see how business went. Last Vlad had heard, she and Patrick had been in China, opening up another bar and three nightclubs.

As Vlad started mixing drinks for the guests, he thought of Stokely. He had had friends and family there, now he had nothing. Not even Zoltan had wanted to go with him to London, and Vlad had always counted on the wolf. So now, he was weird and lonely.

The night went on without anything particularly dangerous or exciting happening. A few fights and the running out of fresh blood was all that happened. There-for, Vlad entertained himself the only way he could. Facebooking. All normal people had facebook, so why shouldn't he have it? He spend the most of the night playing FarmVille and the rest looking at pictures that Ingrid had uploaded. She had moved too, and for the time being she was in Transylvania, scaring the angry peasant mob that had chased them out of the country in the beginning. The count liked to think he was badass, but in fact, Ingrid was the only real vampire in the whole family. Vlad almost missed her. But just almost. She was still mean to him, sending him texts in the middle of the day so that he'd wake up.

Maybe that was the reason why Vlad fell asleep over the counter. His boss just shook her head and told him to go home. They always had two bartenders working, and there wasn't that much to do, so he could go home without feeling bad about it, she told him as he put on his jacket. As if Vlad would feel bad about it! He hated the calm nights, they were no fun at all.

When he got home, he wished he'd stayed at work anyway. There was someone sitting by his door. As he slowly got closer, he could see who it was.

"Robin?" he said hesitantly.

The boy by the door looked up from his book and smiled.

"Yeah. I guess you're Vlad?" He rose from the floor and Vlad stared.

Robin had grown. He'd always been slightly taller than Vlad, but now it was more than just an inch or two. He'd become more muscular, too.

"Mm... Yes. I'm Vlad. Nice to meet you." They shook hands and Vlad couldn't help but smile. It was a surprise, yes. But a good one, non the less.

"So, I was just in the area and thought: 'what the hell, I'll just drop by now'." Robin shrugged and tucked the book under his arm. Vlad caught the title and smiled. "The secrets of World War 2." Seriously, he thought. What had happened to Robins brain after his memory had been erased?

They entered the flat and Vlad threw his jacket on a chair, kicked off his shoes and told Robin that he could leave the book on the chest of drawers.