TITLE: Beloved Breather

CHAR: Vlad Dracula & Count Dracula

GENR: Family / Romance

SUMM: Vlad and the Count discuss their infatuation with their respective

breathergirls.

A/N: Thanks everyone for the favourites and reviews on my other story, 'Tempted By Power'! It's very nice to have such a big reaction to a first story! :D So here's a little thank you, this will be a multi-chapter fic (not a very long one, but nevetheless more than one chapter). Again, please let me know what you think (even if you don't like it!) x

Vlad was staring at his hands. They were clasped together tightly, very pale in contrast to the dark wood of the table. His eyes followed the patterns in the wood until they stumbled upon another pair of hands, clasped together in a similar fashion. Vlad raised an eyebrow. He was holding his hands that way because he was nervous and needed something to hold onto and squeeze. Did this mean his father could possibly be feeling nervous too?

"What are you staring at, boy?" the Count suddenly demanded, breaking the silence that had filled the air between them.

"Nothing!" Vlad said, immediately.

"Nonsense! I'm you'd father Vladimir, I can see you're thinking about something! Tell me what it is!"

Vlad chuckled inwardly at his father's melodramatic tone of voice. He took a deep breath and looked his father straight in the eye.

"We need to talk about miss McCauley."

"Alex? Why do we need to talk about her?" the count exclaimed.

"You call her Alex now?" Vlad cocked his head to the side, curiously.

"Well that's her name! We're adults, we're the same age, we're allowed to call each other by our first names!"

"Hold on, first of all, I've never actually heard you addressing her as 'Alex', dad. Secondly-" Vlad held up a finger as the count was about to interrupt him, "you are most definitely not the same age-"

The count interrupted him now. "Well it's only a few hundred years! Alex doesn't mind, I'm still with the times!"

"So she knows you're a vampire?" Vlad quipped, eyebrows still raised.

"Well now, what's a good heart-to-heart without some refreshment?" the count spluttered, "Renfield? RENFIELD!"

Vlad, not failing to notice his fathers obvious attempt to escape the conversation, sighed deeply.

"You're going to have to decide soon, dad. If you want to be with her you'll have to tell her you're a vampire!"

"BE WITH HER? She's a breather!"

Vlad rolled his eyes. "But she's a very pretty breather, isn't she?"

"Don't you talk about her like that! She is much more than pretty, boy! She runs a school!"

"Hm, listing her good qualities are we?"

"You just... Just... Leave her alone!" the Count said, leaning his head in his hands.

"Just admit that you like her!" Vlad countered, "And do something about it!"

"I can't!"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm sca-" At this moment Renfield barged into the room, out of breath and carrying with him a quite unpleasant odor. The Count jumped up.

"Renfield, what are you doing here? Leave immediately!"

"But, you called me, master! Twice!" Renfield batted his eyelashes wildly.

"Go. Away." the Count whispered, whilst sitting down again.

Once Renfield had scurried off and closed the door behind him, Vlad stood up.

"Don't think I didn't hear you say it. You're scared."

"I am the Prince of Darkness! I am never scared!"

Vlad hung his head back in exasperation.

"Will you just buy her a silly rose, give it to her, and ask her out!"

He made his way to the door, but before he could leave he heard the Count say:

"Vladimir?"

"Yes, dad?"

"Don't think this excuses your little crush on your breather-slayer-girl. We are still going to talk about that."

With an exasperated sigh, Vlad left the room to find Erin.