Just before the story starts, I do want to mention there will be things not accurate to the series, and I'm trying to keep the characters as close to their personalities on the show but if I go a little OOC, I deeply apologise. I promise things will answer themselves so there won't be massive plot holes everywhere. I also have no idea how long this story will be, now, enjoy!
Panting, Rustling, Running. Sweat beaded on Vladimir Dracula's forehead, forming like water as an ice cube melts. He was twitching, panting as he anxiously wriggled in his coffin. He was in a deep slumber - at night, as although he was a vampire, bats he would not miss out on a school day to sleep through the day. He would phrase it as barbaric, a waste of time when there could be potential for him to broaden his knowledge, and become all the wiser. He recently moved to Garside Grange, (an abanded school, and by recently it was two years ago, which seemed short for a species with an everlasting lifetime) after his sister took over Stokely Castle, and aimed to "run the streets red with blood".
He was not living a nightmare for fun, though. He dreamt of two men, chasing after his sister - his extremely sick sister nonetheless - he knew they were slayers, he wasn't there but he could smell their blood. The sick twisted smell of repulsion rather than fear, a smell which aims to intimidate vampires, only striving them further to attack, however, the twisted smell brought a passionate taste, anger, rage, fear, disgust, it made the meal so much better. Vlad couldn't vouch for it, as he hadn't tasted it. He always remembered what his Uncle Ivan had told him, and he had a rather large supply of soy blood joining his father's collection of rich pure human fear painted in crimson in an encased bottle.
"Run Ingrid, slayers…" The boy muttered in his sleep. "Run!" He said, fangs protruding as his eyes snapped open. He instantly went to sit up, forgetting he no longer owned a bed, and hit his head on the lid of his coffin, groaning in pain afterwards. Only after his head began to pound from the collision, the coffin lid opened, allowing him to flit towards a chair, stretching and lighting a candle using his powers. He stared at a picture that lay on his counter. It was a picture of the Dracula family, His mother, father, himself and Ingrid. He looked out of place, and extremely different from his own looks he had recently adopted. The neon colours were scratched and he lived in dark blues, greys, reds and blacks. He often reminded himself of his old Stokely friend - Robin Branagh, although he was sure the boy had either moved or may have even been killed by Ingrid during her reign over Stokely.
Vlad pulled on his school clothes and heard thunder rumbling - his father was back. After a first few weeks of living there, he had pulled the 'As the chosen one…' card on his father, to persuade him to allow him to reopen Garside as a school. Alex McCauley was the name of the principal, and the Count was quick to hire her. In a few more weeks the school was ready and quickly opened. Vlad had heard that soon there may be a few new students coming to the school, as Miss McCauley had to talk with his father (although never revealing their names, and she claimed it was her duty to keep all personal information private unless it was an emergency). The only reason he was allowed to go was that he needed a 'good education' to be a good Grand High Vampire. "I trust the chosen one slept well." Count Dracula frowned towards his son and heir. After a sigh and telling his father to give it a rest, the elder man continued. "I don't care what you do during the day, but at night you should be hunting with me; two bats out, looking for blood." The phrase made Vlad roll his eyes.
"There is no way I'm ever turning into a bat, it's disgusting, it's not natural." He spat, letting his mind drift off as his father went on about flapping in the moonlight. After the mind wipe, Renfield even began to change, although, for the better or worse - he wasn't entirely sure. Every mention of vampires made him faint, he bathed, which was definitely a good thing. His mind snapped out of his thoughts by his father's shocked look, and a concerned ask of what's wrong.
"Stokely Castle has burnt to the ground." The simple phrase made Vlad jump up faster than a cheetah, instantly running around to stand beside his father and read the newspaper article about their old home. However, that one sentence that stood out could have made his heart stop if it already hadn't. 'There are unconfirmed reports that the eldest daughter, Ingrid, perished in the blaze.' Although he hadn't processed it, he heard Zoltan beside him saying how he was sorry for their loss. "I loved her Zoltan. I knew I didn't always show it, but I loved her. She was the best castle I ever roamed." the Count frowned, as Vlad stared at him in shock and slight disappointment.
"He was talking about Ingrid."
"No, I wasn't." Zoltan's disagreement made Vlad sigh. He began to explain to his father how he had a dream that Ingrid was being chased by slayers, trying to ignore his father's hateful comments towards her, only feeling partial agreement as he brought up how they would both be dust if the battery on the UV cage hadn't run out. Their conversation was cut short by their 'butler' entering, freshly washed, even dressed up in a suit.
"Good morning, gentlemen. What can I get you for breakfast? I have eggs; Scrambled, poached, fried, boiled, Bacon, sausage, mushroom, tomato, kippers, crumpets, muffins, waffles, pancakes, porridge, cornflakes and toast." Renfield said, the tone extremely posh. After hearing the groan escape from his father's lips, he gently apologised, stating he couldn't un-wipe his memory, as the mind wipe was too strong, which his father then entertained himself by making Renfield faint by showing the servant that he was a vampire.
The rest of the morning and the whole school day passed in a blur. All he remembered properly was asking his dad to help him find Ingrid, and after a rather harsh 'no', he attempted to run away and search for Ingrid himself, only then to be caught by Miss McCauley, so here he stood, looking out towards the harsh glare of the moon, being told by Zoltan that he could still find her, but would have to turn into a bat to do so. "Agh! I can do this!" He yelled, irritated with himself as he couldn't do a simple vampire trick such as turning into a bat. After being told to shut up and do it, he didn't notice Renfield enter as he felt his body twisting into shaped, moulding into a much smaller body, with wings. He was a bat. He did it. As he took off, he barely heard Zoltan tell him not to stop flapping, as he headed towards the street where he remembered Ingrid was located in.
As he flew, he realised just how right his father was. There was no feeling better than letting your wings flap free - not that he would ever admit it. He neared the street, and transformed back, as he heard Ingrid hiss to a blonde girl that her brother was here. She stepped out of the car and stood opposite him, as he looked down on her weakened and ill form. She looked over him and called him old, only for him to retort she was sick, however, she hissed at him after he suggested they could protect her from slayers. She threatened him, saying she wasn't afraid to use her fangs on him or anyone. He felt his eyes cover with a shade of black which would be considered closer to Vantablack, as the area around them lit up in a ring of fire. "You'll lose." He growled at her and snapped out of when she called him a show-off. He then found a tracker on her and pulled her to her new 'friend' demanding the blonde half-fang to go to Garside Grange school, and he would meet her there. He felt the power surge through him in anger and disappointment as he attacked the slayers, using his powers to get the message across to not harm his family.
Flying back inside, he saw his dad with crossed arms looking at him. "Look what the bat dragged in." The two continued to argue until Blad snapped at his father to bite him if he wanted him to be so loyal, and guided the girl out to let his father and sister catch up, claiming she should stay for the day, and sent Renfield to get a coffin, before asking him to do his math homework. After shrugging off Erin's question on why Renfield wasn't aware that they were vampires, he asked her to not tell anyone he got Renfield to do his homework.
"Don't worry, I can keep a secret." She smiled. Although he felt reassured he couldn't help but see her phone light up from the corner of his eye, from a contact he felt a pull of familiarity too, as she received a text from a contact called 'Robin - Vampire boy' claiming he was on his way to Garside Grange, to begin school there, yet Vlad assumed it would be far too much of a coincidence to be the same Robin;
Right?
There's the first chapter done! Sorry, this was so strict to the first episode, I needed it for the plotI'm going with, the rest of the story will mostly drift away from the main story, but will have a lot ofreferences to the series, if you want to request anything specific, PM me or review!
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