Alright, this is my first The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod Fan-fiction, so don't give me any crap. I'm really stepping out of my comfort zone here. Hope you enjoy this. It's a Vlad, Bill, and Tom one-shot!

"Hey, loser!" Bill Jenson shouted, followed close behind by Tom Gaiber.

Vladimir Tod was at his locker getting his textbooks out. He tried his best to ignore the local Bathory bullies, but failed when he felt Bill's hands close around his shoulders and pin him face-first to the lockers. Vlad cried out in shock and tried pushing away from the lockers, but Tom suddenly pounded his heavy fist into Vlad's hand.

"You shouldn't be so rude, goth boy," he said. "Bill just greeted you and you didn't answer. You should answer him now." Vlad stayed silent as Bill's hands got tighter. Tom suddenly punched Vlad in his side and Vlad cried out again. Bill finally let go and Tom flipped Vlad around and pinned him again.

"Why can't you guys just leave me alone?" Vlad grumbled. Bill and Tom both laughed and one of them, Vlad wasn't sure who, punched him in the face, sending him to the floor. Once he hit the ground, Tom's foot found Vlad's rib cage. Vlad was lifted once again, but this time he tried to fight back. He sent his fist towards Bill's face, but it was easily dodged and Vlad was shoved suddenly into his open locker. He was an easy fit because of his skinniness, but that didn't comfort Vlad in the least. He yelled and tried to get out, but Tom slammed the door shut, locking Vlad in the stuffy locker. Vlad couldn't move at all. There was suddenly a pounding on the door that sent ripples of pain through Vlad's shoulder and a ringing in his ears. The pounding stopped after a few minutes.

"Hope you have fun, loser!" he heard Bill shout before their footsteps disappeared. Vlad yelled and yelled, hoping someone would hear him and come help. After awhile, though, he stopped yelling and slumped. He hated those guys with every bone in his body. He wished only to sink his fangs into their necks and drain them both dry just to get them off his back, but Vlad didn't like the idea of drinking from people. Blood bags and snack-packs were enough for him.

Vlad soon heard footsteps outside of his locker and yelled out. He must have caught their attention because the footsteps stopped in front of his locker. The door opened after a few minutes and Vlad toppled out and landed on the ground on all fours coughing for fresh air. With a groan, he held his shoulder and sat on his knees. He looked up and saw, with both relief and displeasure, the goth leader, Kristoff; a.k.a. David. Kristoff looked down at Vlad in both annoyance and pity. With a roll of his eyes, he helped Vlad up.

"Thanks," Vlad mumbled. "I was starting to think I'd be in there all day."

"Don't mention it," Kristoff grumbled. "They did the same to me in my freshman year, too. I know how you feel." Vlad chuckled grudgingly. He didn't like the awkwardness between him and Kristoff, so he picked his bag up and slung it around the shoulder that wasn't hurt.

"Thanks again," Vlad said as he started to walk away. Kristoff jogged up next to him and walked next to him.

"We have the same class this period, remember?" he said with a small smile. Vlad smiled back and the two walked to class in small, awkward conversation.

Not much, but not bad, I hope. Please review!