"You're supposed to be my son and heir!" The Count bellowed.
"Yeah, well I never chose to be did I?" Vlad replied his tone angered.
The Count looked at him, shook his head and roared making the whole castle shake. Robin grabbed on to Vlad's bed post, it wasn't the first time he'd been caught up in a father and son argument but it usually wasn't this ferocious. The Count screamed some more before taking off leaving the two boys alone.
"That was" Robin grinned. "Awesome!"
Vlad gave him a stern look and Robin smile fell and his dopey face returned.
"I-I'm sure he'll calm down" He said reassuringly
Vlad let out a cry of frustration kicking the nearest thing to him, his chester-draws and then banged his fists against the surface. Robin flinched at the action as he watched the back of Vlad's still body.
"I'll just go then shall I?" Robin gulped, edging his way towards the door.
"Yep, you go back to your precious 'breather' life!" Vlad muttered.
"Hey! Don't start with me alright" Robin pointed his finger. "I'm not your enemy Vlad"
"You sure about that?" Vlad questioned turning to face him, his eyes seemed darker than usual.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Robin asked through gritted teeth.
"I'm just saying" Vlad began. "I'm a Vampire and you're a Breather, so…well you get the picture…"
Robin stepped back in surprise.
"…then again you're not that much of a threat" Vlad finished a small sinister smile creeping onto his face.
"Y-y-you take that back" Robin stuttered.
Vlad closed his eyes and jerked his head to the side before recovering into the same position. He looked slightly dazed, for a few moments before regaining his composure.
"Look" He touched his head as though in pain. "I'm sorry, maybe you should just go"
Robin went to say something but retracted, gave a small nod and headed towards the door.
"See you tomorrow?" Vlad called after him.
"Yeah" Robin cleared his throat. "Sure"
And with that he left.
xXx
Robin sat alone in his room gathering his thoughts.
What had happened?
Vlad just didn't seem the type to blow off the handle like that. But Robin had to remember who he was dealing with, and had to look at the facts.
Vlad was a Vampire, not just any Vampire….a Dracula.
Vlad was his friend, his best friend…his only friend.
"Robin?"
Robin was knocked out of his thoughts by his sister.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"I was worried. Is everything ok you know" She paused. "with Vlad?"
It was like she could read his mind.
"Yeah" Robin lied. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"Because his dad's downstairs" Chloe replied bluntly.
Robin tensed.
xXx
Vlad paced his room.
"What if I'm becoming" He hesitated. "bad?"
"Master Vlad, you're a Vampire, you're supposed to be" Zoltan chuckled.
Vlad sighed.
"Robin's never going to speak to me again, this is just great!"
"Don't forget your father, he seemed pretty upset himself" Zoltan said.
"Look I can't pretend to be something I'm not" Vlad exclaimed.
"Exactly, so you are going to give up this ridiculous notion of becoming normal and pursue your destiny as the next Count Dracula" Zoltan nodded.
"Yes" Vlad agreed then pulled a face. "I mean no! I'm going to apologise to Robin properly and try and salvage what's left of our friendship, destiny can wait"
"You might want to take a jacket" Zoltan said gesturing his head towards the window where droplets of rain began to fall faster and faster. Vlad let out a groan as he grabbed a coat and made his way downstairs.
xXx
Robin put his ear to the door.
"What can you hear?" Chloe asked.
"Ssshh" Robin brought his finger to his lip.
Chloe rolled her eyes.
"Oh, now that is terrible Mr Count" He could hear his mam saying. "Vlad just doesn't seem like the type to…"
"I know!" The Count howled. "It's all my fault"
"You mustn't blame yourself dear, I'm sure he'll come around"
"You think so?" The Count asked his tone changing to a more sinister one making Robin squirm in discomfort.
"How does Vlad put up with him?" He whispered to Chloe.
"It's his dad. I don't think he has a choice!" Chloe replied condescendingly.
It was Robin's turn to roll his eyes before focusing his attention back to the room which had gone quiet.
"Well that can't be good" Robin gulped.
Seeing the reactions on his sisters face told him he had to act fast, he sprang into action barging the door open. It seemed he had done it just in time his mam was going in for a hug but it was clear to Robin, The Count was going in for the bite. They pulled apart at the entrance of Chloe.
"Robin? Chloe?" His mam said surprised.
"Ingrid" Chloe said quite rushed. "Has just been round, asking if anyone wants some men's cloaks"
The Count looked up.
"Cloaks?" Mrs Branagh asked.
"Yeah" Robin nodded. "Seemed valuable, come to think of it they kind of looked like that" He pointed to the Count's own cloak.
"That vile specimen" The Count uttered. "I have to go"
He stormed out of their without a single goodbye. Both Robin and Chloe breathed a sigh of relief, whilst Mrs Branagh just stood there confused.