DISCLAIMER: I do not own Young Dracula, nor to I profit from writing this. This fanfiction is purely fan made.

A Young Dracula fanfiction with VladxRobin, Because my friend wanted me to do one ^_^ Enjoy...

I suppose being a full fledge vampire isn't that bad... Being the chosen one doesn't prove to be such a tedious task... Except for the fact that we are no longer together. I guess the saying 'you only know how much something meant when you no longer have it' is true... It was all to save my family, and I do need them dearly, but I also want you.

I need you...

Young vladimir sat a top his coffin, watching through his window, speechless, as a storm crashed and roared it's way through Stokely. He felt to empty inside, watching as clouds obscured the moonlight. It had been a week since he had finally taken on his true vampire self on his 16th birthday. It had also been 2 years since he had accepted his place as the chosen one, and erased Robin's memories of his vampirism. He never understood what it felt like to truly and dearly miss something, until he had lost his best friend.

"Vlad, are you deaf? Dad has been calling you for the last 5 minutes. I suggest you get downstairs before he makes you eat garlic." The young boy watched her as his sister spoke, but it was as if she wasn't even there. As if she was just like the air that filled his bed chamber. He turned his head to the picture frame that rested on his table. "VLAD!"

"U-um... Right. Sorry..."

"Pfft. You call yourself a vampire?" Ingrid growled before walking over to the frame that held a picture of Robin and Vlad in the castle's dining room, and threw it to smash against the ground.

"INGRID! THAT WAS-" Before Vlad could retaliate, he was interupted.

"Vlad, you still hold mortal remorse for that boy, and you don't even let your evil flow freely. I can't believe you are the hier to our father's throne, let alone the 'chosen one.' I'd change myself right about now if I was you, because obviously your transformation did nothing."

He watched in fury as Ingrid walked an arrogant stride to the corridor, before jumping the broken peices of the last memory he had of his companion. There has to be some way to fix it! He reassured himself while laying the peices down against the table.

"VLADIMIR." The young vampire sighed and stood before speeding off to his father, knowing that he would most certainly be unhappy for his ignorance. Approaching the Count's throne causiously, Vlad took a deep breath and met his father's eyes. "Vlad, Do you know how long I have been calling for you? This act of rebellion is unexceptable, my dear son."

Vlad scoffed a bit. Act of rebellion? I was lost in thought. How am I a rebel for thinking about-... "Yes father. Please forgive my... adolescence." He stated, before bluntly turning and beginning for the doors.

"And where might I ask do you think you are going in the storm?" Count Dracula asked with a rather self-assured tone.

"... Away."

That's it for now... I currently have another fanfiction in the works, as well as one I am planning to start, plus school, working, and I am quite busy... I will do my best to update regularily, though.