SisCoKid: Here I go starting a new story when I already have a hand full. Oh well! I enjoy this couple, so I decided to give it a try.

SPOILER!!! If you have not read the fourth book then turn away. Heres your warning!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 1

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'Where am I?' The thought ran through Vladimirs head even though he was well aware that he was in a classroom at Bathory highschool. It wasn't a classroom he could ever recall being in though. It was also quite odd that everybody was taking notes and glancing up to the blackboard when there was no teacher in the room. The students seemed frozen in time as if this was all they ever did and that didn't bother them one bit, so long as they never realize it.

The vampire in him began to think of the possibilities here. He could probably suck all of them dry and not one of them would scream. The vampire in him was drooling while the humanity in him felt sick to the stomach. Yes, while it was true that he sucked a lot of blood in the past year, he had yet to kill anybody. He was still developing into a young man and the vampire in him was beginning to reign dominant over the human.

"This could be interesting." Vladimir mutter, giving in to his carnal desires. He readied himself to leap on his first victim.

"Vlad?"

Vladimir swung around after hearing the sweet voice behind him. The powerful calling in her veins pulling at his very being. 'Pink shirt, pink pants, and pink shoes. Meredith? What is she doing here and WHY couldn't I sense her sooner?' Vladimir set his jaw and struggled to keep a hold of himself.

"Meredith! What are you doing here?"

She shrugged and looked around. Vladimir imaged he was doing the same thing when he first arrived in the room. Meredith walked to a girl sitting in a desk near her and began to poke the girls cheek. The girl remained unfazed and continued taking notes like nothing was happening. Well, Vladimir didn't exactly do that.

"I dont know. I just sort of realized I was here and then I turn and saw you." She answered, half distracted by the cheek poking. Meredith suddenly stopped poking the girl and stood up straight. Vladimir watched as her eyes became a storm of emotions, she seemed to of realized exactly who she was beginning to have a conversation with. She held her hands up awkwardly for a second before dropping them to her sides. Vladimir didn't feel hurt from her reaction, he probably would of had the same one to her, but he was worrying about other things like trying not to have her for dinner.

"Same thing here. I'm actually starting to think this is a dream and your not really here." Vladimir admitted up front. he wasn't afraid to offend a display of his own imagination.

"I was thinking the same thing actually." Meredith claimed with a little attitude, setting a hand on her hip.

'Yeah, right.' Vladimir refused to lose to dream Meredith. He let his fangs elongate and hovered a few inches off the ground for added affect.

"You dont know I'm a vampire, so obviously this is my dream. Not your!" Vladimir smiled with a smug look to him.

Meredith smiled right back. This threw Vladimir off a little.

"You've told me that at the snow ball last year. Maybe I'm just dreaming about that." She suddenly glared at him as if just recalling something bitter. "What type of jerk lies to their ex about SUCKING SOMEBODIES BLOOD! When they were obviously making out with someone!"

Vladimir felt like turning into a bat and flying into a nice hiding spot. He never thought that she could see his actions that way, but now it was quite obvious that he was in the wrong at that time.

"Well, one of us is dreaming." He exclaimed with frustration. He wasn't going to touch the other part of the conversation. This was a dream and he was not going to spend it arguing over the past. He hovered over to a empty desk and plopped down into it, propping his head up on his right hand. It was thinking pose time.

'Am I dreaming, or am I being dreamed?' He stole a glance at Meredith and saw her messing with the same girl again. 'I feel real. Hmmm...maybe this is how I'm suppose to feel in Merediths dream......Merediths dream?!?!?!' His mind went blank for a few seconds.

"She dreams about me!" He exclaimed quietly with a big smile. Vladimir was more than willing to deny his ownership over the dream, so long that he could believe Meredith dreamed about him.

He sat in pure bliss.

"What are you doing!" He asked with alarm. In his bliss, his senses had dulled and he didn't notice her walking towards him.

"Walking." she continued to make her way over to him. Vladimir practically fell out of his desk as he scrambled to make distance between them. 'Not good!' She didn't realized the situation she was putting herself in. She would be better off taking on a tank with a teddy bear.

"Umm...maybe we shouldn't get too...close to each other...." Vladimir said lamely as he stood cornered. He attempted to hover up and out of reach, but found he couldn't. 'What the?'

The dream was turning into a nightmare. No matter what, it would not turn out good for either of them.

"Why?" She asked, not understanding her situation what so ever. Her innocent eyes held no knowledge of what could become of her.

"I thought you were mad at me just a moment again?" He didn't want to have to tell her that she was liken to a Dairy Queen blizzard right now.

She shrugged with a smile.

"It doesn't really matter does it? Whether its my dream or yours, at least I can be near you here. In reality, your always pushing me away. Cant you let me in? While were here at least." Vladimir lost his breath for a moment. The human in him loved what it was hearing, but at the same time there was a mammoth desire calling for her blood this instance.

Vladimir took a large breath, trying to relax.

"Meredith, you do know that I'm a vampire?" He asked with a lifted eye brow.

She nodded as if it didn't matter.

He stared at her incredulously.

"Dont you understand what that means!" He all but screamed in her face. "I'm a predator! Your my prey. I'm the customer and your the Diary Queen blizzard in my hand that I'm about to devour! Your blood calls to me like none other, So PLEASE! Keep your distance?" He put his face in his hands to collect himself. He looked at her now, calmer. "Please." This time he pleaded more gently.

Vladimir was on his last string. The blood in her veins called him, chanting a sweet melody. The only thing restraining him was the haunting thought of losing her. It scared him beyond all else, even in a dream. If he kills her in a dream, whats to keep him from doing it in reality.

"What are you doing!!!" Vladimirs eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Meredith was getting even closer then she already was. Her hand in particular, which was slowly reaching up to his face.

"I dont know. Just felt like doing...." She paused to rest her her soft warm hand on his cheek. "This." Her face brighten and she looked up to him with a smile.

"See! I can touch you! We CAN be close!" Her eyes were shining with glee.

For a moment, that was good enough. Life was perfect. For a moment, her smiling face completed him and gave rest to his soul.

....Then the vampire in him kicked in.

In seconds they switched positions. Meredith was planted against the wall, Vladimir looming over her with blood thirst in his eyes. Vladimir was gone and all that remained was a beast ready to dine. 'What?' Vladimir emerged for a second. 'Why doesn't she look scared? Shouldn't she be screaming and waking up about now?' There wasn't a speck of fear on Merediths face. Instead there was wonder? Vladimir was beyond speech, so he couldn't ask just what was going through the mind of his prey. It brought some peace to him though, the knowledge that at least dream Meredith accepted him as a vampire.

With the last of his humanity, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. He smiled, they were just as he remembered. Then he was completely gone. He wrapped his right arm around her back to keep her steady. His Left pushed her hair out of the way then tilted her head to the right for better assess to her neck. He was done being gentle, it was now time to feast. He sunk his fangs into her flesh and found a vein.

He felt pure euphoria. Nothing, nothing compared to her blood. Eating Nelly's cookies was like going to talk to a bum when the president was in the next room waiting. But even that comparison wasn't good enough to describe the taste of her blood. The beast in him was losing itself even more than usual. The thought of killing her, not even a issue anymore. It wasn't a possibility, it was just going to happen. The question was how long would she last. At the rate he was drinking...not long.

Two slender arms wrapped around his mid section. The prey was pulling itself even closer to the predator.

"You really are a vampire, aren't you? Not just in this dream either." Her voice sounded strained.

Vladimir was breaking through, back into his own mind. The first thoughts of stopping finally making their way into his mind.

'Her heart beats too slow! STOP! I'm killing her!'

Tears began to stream down his face.

'HELP! Anybody! Please!' He screamed. Pleading in his mind.

"Its okay Vlad. I'm just glad I got to be with you." Merediths voice was but a whisper. In a few seconds her arms dropped from his side and her body went limp.

'Shes dead...' A dead weight sank in his stomach. A feeling like none other.

"ARGH!" Vladimir dropped her body and covered his ears as a loud sound just about destroyed his eardrums.

'Whats that sound? Its right in my ear!'

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Vladimir laid in stunned confusion. Took him more than a moment to register the loud noise as his alarm. He searched under his pillow for his phone and shut it off. He noted the fact that his fangs were elongated. He pulled them back into his gums before sitting up. and uncovering himself.

'Dream. It was just a dream.' He licked his lips. He thought he could still taste Merediths blood in his mouth. She had been pure bliss, beyond bliss actually.

He killed her...

He groaned as he pulled him self out of bed. This was going to make being around her even harder.

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He enter the kitchen, now showered and wearing his usual black attire. Meredith was still on his mind as he sat at the kitchen table. True, she was always on his mind, but even more so now. The dream had intensified such thoughts. Why was it that every time his life seemed perfect and resolved, something out of the blue came and disrupted the peace. This was his last semester of high school. D'Ablo was finally out of the picture, Vikas was the new leader of the Council of Elders, Joss confirmed to the Slayers that Bathory was "cleanse", and Otis and Nelly were finally married. Everything was pretty much dandy. Except for the fact that he couldn't be with Meredith.

Pravus or not, he was still a developing vampire and a long ways from controlling his powerful urges.

"Good morning." Nelly greeted as she entered the kitchen, Otis behind her with a newspaper in hand.

'Morning.' otis greeted.

"Morning." Vladimir replied to both of them.

Nelly went to start preparing breakfast and Otis took a seat next to Vladimir.

"Your up early Vladimir." Otis observed as he unfolded the newspaper.

"This is the time I set my alarm clock for every morning." Vladimir replied, a bit of attitude present in his voice.

Otis nodded and paused to read an article.

"Yes that is true, but you never actually get up. Nelly or I usually have to come drag you out of bed." He observed the dark spots under Vladimirs eyes. 'You dont look like you slept at all. Did you stay out all night? You know Nelly worries about such things?'

Vladimir shook his head. 'Just a dream...nightmare actually. Nothing more.'

Otis noticed the tone and decided to back off. 'I'm here if you need me.' Otis continued his reading of the newspaper.

Vladimir propped his head on his hand, waiting for breakfast. 'It was only a dream, nothing more.' He reassured himself as breakfast was laid out for them. Nelly sat down herself and they began to eat. Everyone except Vladimir. He found that he wasn't hungry. He put his blood bag down and stared at it.

It was like eating a salad after getting back from an all you could eat chow down at CiCi's. This just wasn't doing anything for him.

Otis didn't miss a beat. Even Nelly held concern in her eyes.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Nelly asked, Otis saying the same things but telepathically.

Something else just popped into his mind. A heavy realization.

'That was my dream, so.....She doesn't dream about me!'

'What?' Otis asked confused.

Vladimir shook his head. No longer in the mood to talk, he got up and left the room. Waving a good bye behind him.

"Have a nice day." Nelly yelled after him.

'See you in class.'

Vladimir grabbed his book bag on the way and was out the door. A little drive before school would help clear up his mind. His baby sat at the end of the drive way. A black 1974 Ford Granada. At a time it was a true beauty....that was decades ago. Now paint peeled from the sides, rust rearing its ugly head here and there. Anything broken was stuck back on by duck tape. Lots of duck tape.

Vladimir stood back and sighed. 'My baby.'

He walked over to it and hoped in. No need to lock it, not exactly on the top list of cars for people to rob.

It took ten minutes to get the car started and on the road. Once Vladimir was driving he felt the tension in him loosen a bit. He concentrated on driving as he took the long way to school to try and rid his memory of that dream.

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Vladimir pulled up next to Henry's Dodge Charger. Never was there more of a interesting pair in Bathory. Vladimir stopped the engine and pulled his key of the ignition. He got up out of his car and noticed Henry still in his own. He wasn't alone.

Vlad walked over and knocked twice. Henry glanced up over his current make out partners head and looked into Vladimirs eyes with a alarm. Vladimir shook his head as the two broke apart. The girl got out first. She gave Vladimir a nasty look before walking away.

Henry took a little longer. Vladimir could only image he was wiping his face clean of lip stick.

Henry eventually emerged from his car with a giant smile.

"Not as good as Heather, but definitely a better kisser than Elizabeth." Henry told Vladimir his observation.

Vladimir rolled his eyes and continued listening to Henrys comparisons of this girl and that girl. He had wanted to tell his drudge all about his dream, but he could wait.

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School was passing by quite nicely. His first three periods flew by and lunch with his goth friends was a blast. Best of all, he didn't bump into Meredith once.

Vladimir set his forehead on his locker. Meredith was in all of his last three classes.

'Otis?' He reached out for his uncle.

'Yes?'

Vladimir started walking to his next class.

'What do you think Nelly would do if I skipped the rest of my classes today and for the rest of the week?'

'.....'Otis went silent.

'Otis? You still there?'

'Go to class Vladimir Tod.'

Vladimir sighed. He knew that voice and also knew Nelly would say the same thing.

"I can do this." He mutter as he entered the fourth period. He picked the seat in the back right corner. It wasn't close to the door, but it was next to a window and had an awesome view. Enough to keep him sane through Honor European History at least. Why Nelly forced him into this class? He'll never know.

'Shes here.' Vladimir tilted his head and saw her out of the corner of his eyes. 'Just go over and sit in the front like you always do.' She was standing and talking to somebody at lengths about a project. He watched as she finished talking and started walking.

Vladimirs eyes nearly exploded when she walked to the desk next to him and took a seat. Eyes full of sunshine and a smile that made his heart swell.

"Hi Vlad!"

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SisCoKid: Hope people enjoy this. I thought up the idea after finishing the fourth book. This could be a long or short fic. I warn you now though. I'm a rather busy college student, so there will probably be long periods of no updates.

Thanks for reading.