A/N - This is my first fanfic and I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing... So I'm sorry if anything is wrong! Please review, even if you have nothing to say, just so I can see if people are actually bothering to read this and I know weather to carry on... If I don't get any reviews, I'll not bother uploading the next chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Dracula or any of the characters!
Chapter 1 - Visitors
Vlad was sat in French, staring at the clock. "How the hell is there still 38 minutes left!" He muttered to himself under his breath. The young vampire had never been able to get his head around French. He had managed to learn English because he had no choice, but he really didn't see the point of knowing three languages. When was he going to use French anyway? It was custom for every vampire to know Transylvanian, so it wasn't as if he would need the language for his future 'job'. Not that he could say this to his teacher. He'd probably be thought mad and dragged away by men in white coats. As Vlad was imagining this situation, he let out a small chuckle. This caught the attention of his teacher. "Would you like to share what's so funny with the rest of the class, Mr Count?" Madame Lynch said as she marched towards Vlad.
"Oh, erm…" He stuttered as he racked his brain for an excuse. He chanced a quick glance towards Erin sat a few seats away hoping for help; he saw her trying her hardest not to burst into fits of giggles. Then, a small cough came from the classroom door. Yes! Vlad thought, Saved! Unfortunately, the 'Chosen Ones' luck dropped significantly from that moment, as a voice he knew only too well spoke.
"Vladimir is needed upstairs. Family emergency." Renfield muttered; his head hanging low.
Slowly, Vlad rose from his place, wondering what on earth could be so important that he needed to be dragged out of school. Why did everyone always rely on him to sort everything out?
He let out an irritated sigh as he marched out the door, Renfield leading him towards the Dracula living quarters.
"What in hell could possibly need me to be dragged away from scho-" His speech came to a sudden halt as he spied two figures lurking in the corner of the throne room. "Blood and garlic! What are you doing here?" He exclaimed as the realisation of who was there sunk in.
"Hello Vlad. Well, four years really can make a huge difference! Haven't you grown… Your highness?"