Hello everyone!

First, to all Hardest Job in the World and Comeback of the Titans readers who were hoping for an update at last and are now both angry and disappointed with me at the moment: I am very sorry. And I hate when writers do the whole "I'm not giving up on the other stories, but this one had to be written" but… I'm not giving up on the other stories, this one just had to be written. Summer's here and I promise to do some updating on my very neglected stories.

Second of all, to those who just found this on the Young Dracula category and decided to give it a go: welcome. I just found YD on Amazon prime and finished the five short seasons in a snap. So what does any logical obsession prone fangirl do? Continue on to our own little corner of the net to find a fanfiction. Except there isn't enough YD fanfics to sustain me, and there is absolutely no fan in the fandom stories, which are a personal favorite of mine. So you want something done, you have to do it yourself. I hope you enjoy.

And lastly, I'm sorry this is such a long author's note, I swear not all of them will be this long. If you read this to the very end: kudos to you, you're a much more put together human being than I am. If you enjoyed this, hated it with a passion, or have any questions for me, please comment, I love feedback! If you like what you see *wink wink* follow!

Thanks, enjoy,

LoonyLovegood.

All my life I've been the oddity, lost in my own little reality that no one else understands. I lived in a small little farm town. You know the type; everybody knows everybody else and could probably tell you what every citizen of that rural population had for dinner last night. Well that was home. There, nothing ever changed, nobody had grandiose plans for the future. Everyone planned to marry one of the same people we had grown up with and settle down taking over the family business, whether that be the family farm or the town diner like myself. I however, disliked the idea of having my whole life plotted out for me, and often followed my own road map. I also preferred to have my head in the clouds and my personality firmly childish. All of those traits ended with me being labeled as the black sheep in the town and old ladies tutting at my every action. I was seventeen and supposed to be taking over responsibility of the family diner in a year.

I didn't really mind all that much though. I found solitude from the reality of life within the wonder of fiction. From books, to TV shows, I buried myself in them all. The plots were my world, and the characters my friends and family. It wasn't long until I found Young Dracula; I instantly fell in love. It inspired me how Vladimir had done what he always dreamed of and accomplished things his own way despite everyone's disapproval. He helped create his own version of the world he was forced into and never wanted to be in, and that gave me hope that I could do the same.

So I decided to carve my own way in the world. I couldn't live in the fictional world the Draculas inhabit, though I longed for such a thing, but I didn't have to inhabit a world that I was unhappy in. I planned to travel the world and settle into a new life that was all my own. I had applied to several different colleges and was pleasantly shocked to see that I had received a full ride scholarship to study ancient religions and archeology abroad at the Cambridge University. I never told anybody, afraid that they would try to stop my travels before they even begun.

It was just a week before my flight left for Cambridge and I was pacing the length of my small,minimalistic bedroom, trying to plan out how to break it to my parents that I was leaving. Most of my things had already been packed away in boxes that were stacked precariously in random spots throughout the room, ready to ship to my new dorm. But I didn't pay attention to my surroundings, I was too preoccupied with the issue at hand. I blame this little fact, for me not noticing the creepy old dude standing in the middle of the room until I almost walked into him.

"Holy schist!" I yelped, skittering backwards. The man was nearly completely see-through. He had long white hair, and an old dusty robe that looked like it hadn't been taken off since the seventeenth century. I instantly recognized him as the grand high vampire from Young Dracula.

I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut tight enough that light spots appeared in my vision. When I opened them again, the man was gone.

I sighed a breath of relief and turned around to continue my pacing, only to come face to face with the old vampire again. "Okay Anna," I muttered to myself. "Maybe you shouldn't be heading to Cambridge, I think you're losing it."

"No, Anna Duval" The man said in a dramatic tone. "You are not dreaming, nor hallucinating. You are needed in another realm, the chosen one needs your guidance though he does not know it yet"

"Wait? Do you mean Vlad? I don-" but before I could finish my sentence, The guy was gone once again. All of a sudden my vision blurred around the edges and everything went black.

When I woke up, the first thing I registered was the smell of smoke. I slowly cracked open my eyes, ready to drag myself out of bed to fix one of my little sister's culinary experiments gone wrong. The second thing I noticed was that I most certainly was not at home. I was in some sort of archway that led to a beautiful sunlit courtyard, and I momentarily wondered if I had passed out on some sort of stroll at Cambridge. I was so busy taking in my surroundings, that I didn't notice I wasn't alone until my companion started patting himself down rigorously, cursing the entire time. When he turned to look at me, I saw his face properly for the first time. It was Vladimir Dracula.

I let out a little squeak of surprise and place my head in between my knees.

"This isn't happening. I've gone nuts. The stress has gotten to be too much and I've lost it. Just before I was getting out of that stupid town. I go and lose it." I mutter to myself, tugging at my hair.

"What are you talking about? Look I'm sorry if I scared you, really. I don't know what you saw, but I can explain." Vlad said, slightly panicked. He slowly moved toward me "My name is Vladimir Count, what's yours?"

I laughed manically. "No you're not real, none of this is real. I know Young Dracula's a fictional program. So you're either Gerran Howell and this is a really cruel joke that I do not find funny in the least, or I've gone nuts and am hallucinating Vladimir Dracula. Then again, I suppose it's not the worst psychotic delusion one could have…" by now I was rambling.

A look of shock crossed Vlad's face. "How do you know my real name?" The look of shock was replaced by a mixture of horror and anger. " Are you a slayer?" He demanded.

"Oh my chuck! How could I not know I was going to have a psychotic break isn't that something that you would-" I was cut off by his cold fingers wrapping around my shoulders. He shook my harshly. I wasn't an expert, but I was pretty sure my delusion wouldn't touch me. "Holy Hera this is real? But, how? But, what, who,-"

He again cut me off, this time silencing me with a glare. "Who are you? Are you a slayer?" He asked tersely.

"No?" I squeaked.

"Then who are you? How do you know I'm a Dracula?"

"I'm Anna Duval, and that's a long story…."