Young Dracula
After four years Vlad had finally become a fully-fledged vampire. But Vlad didn't like it. The Count (his dad) kept on tempting him with fresh blood to drink. But Vlad wouldn't take to it. And then there was him being the chosen one, leading vampirekind to rule over humans and the world.
Which Vlad wasn't exactly looking forward too. They had moved from Stokely, to hide away from the slayers and Ingrid, Vlad's sister who had tried to kill them. Count Dracula had bought a school to house in. Vlad was the one who choose their new home. Obviously. Vlad still wanted to lead a normal life.
Even if he was the chosen one. So Vlad tried to lead a normal life, going to school, even though if he couldn't go outside when its day. And the Count was trying to unleash the full potential of Vlad's powers.
Vlad suddenly looked up, his thoughts drifting away as he heard a screech of a bat in the great hall, The Count calls it even if it's just a living room.
Vlad got up, dressed and ready for school, and walked into the "Great Hall."
The Count was sitting at the end of the long table they had bought at an antique store. Well, Reinfield did. Who still had his memory wiped. The Count was reading a newspaper.
But not the breather's newspaper it was the vampire newspaper. Vampire Times. Keeping you up to date on everything vampirey. If that's an actual word.
"Ah, Vladimir, my dear boy. How are you?"
"Good…I guess." Vlad wasn't used to The Count being so happy. He wondered why.
"I just had a nice tasty snack down in the staff room. Fresh blood. Always beats the bagged."
Now Vlad knew why. He sat at the table, to only be greeted by a very formal Reinfield.
"Hello sir. What would you like for breakfast? I have eggs, cereal, pancakes, omelettes,"
"Shut up Reinfield!" The Count yelled, using such force that Reinfield was pushed back a bit.
"Vlad, have you found a way to reverse the mind wipe?" The Count pleaded.
"No, each time I try to reverse it his mind just gets wiped again."
"Well, if that's the case," The Count stood, jumped on the table and hissed loudly at Reinfield, who seemed to clutch his heart and fell backwards.
The Count laughed manically and that was Vlad's cue to leave. He walked down the steps and looked at the hustle and bustle of the school. Everyone pushing and shoving.
There pulses beating in one. Everything froze. That's when Vlad saw the extent of his blood thirst. He looked closely at one of the girls neck. One bite and his hunger would end. Then everything continued, and darkness clouded his vision.