This is planned as a two-parter, I'll try to upload the second part within the next day or two, Please read and review...
It's funny how quickly life can change... for instance, for years Robin had spent life within his family, cared for but never really fitting in, always getting mocked by his peers, never having one single friend who understood him.
Then, in mere days everything had changed, he'd met the Draculas, he and Vlad had become the best of friends, and the empty void of always being alone, never quite fitting in was filled. Everyday, the hatred of waking up everyday, knowing that he was going to be laughed at for being a freako goth boy- it was gone, for once he actually wanted to school, if nothing else than to be around Vlad.
And then one day it all changed...
Vlad caused it to change, he'd hypnotised everyone and sent them home to forget the Draculas had ever existed.
When alone, the only thing a person has to keep them going is their memories, and now Robin didn't even have that...
In the morning Robin would have no previous re-collection of Vlad having ever existed... there was nothing, he knew he used to enjoying going out, he knew used to enjoy alot of things... but he just could never remember why...
The Draculas had worked on the school as well, there was no memory, no record, no trace of the Draculas having ever had existed within any measurable distance of Stokeley. ...And so it was, that as quickly as they'd appeared, they'd vanished, leaving behind no clue to them ever having existed in the first place.
6 months later:
"Robin, get up, it's time for school!", Robin groaned and slowly got up, it had been 6 months now- things hadn't improved, he was still bullied, cajoled for the way he looked, dressed and acted, and this time there was no-one there for him...
He'd actually been sent to see the school mentor for a few weeks because he'd been skipping school, the advise was useless- He told her he was getting bullied, she told him to not hang around with those people then. He told her he didn't, they purposefully found him- she called him paranoid because he thought people were after him, and then basically told him it was his fault for sticking out so much.
The bullying, infact, just seemed to get a whole lot worse after talking to the mentor- he tried telling his dad but it was ignored, his dad saying "There's bullies in all aspects of life, you need to learn to conquer them".
...That's all very well to say when your not in the middle of it! ...The jumpiness, the quaking fear everytime you see them glance over, begin to point and laugh, at one point Chloe had actually tried to step in and help but it did nothing for his pride- everyone should have that.
...and then, one week, the inevitable happened...
Iit was 5:30pm Robin had just finished the detention he'd recieved for finally punching that 11th year bullyboy rugby player called Dirk, who'd spent the past month making Robin's life hell- It wasn't his fault, he'd told the teachers he was getting bullied- Why do they only ever step in when the attacks get physical?!.
Robin sighed as he walked through the empty school corridor, stopping as he reached the main exit door for the school. Through the window he could see how dark it was outside, and, considering the time of year, it was probably going to be quite cold too. Robin continued to hover near the exit door, CLICK, he jumped suddenly and turned to look at the old greyed janitor who made a half annoyed, half impatient noise at Robin, immpatiently checking his watch as he did so. Robin nodded, he picked up the bag he'd previously left on the floor next to himself, swung it onto his left shoulder and headed home.
15 minutes later:
There was a cold chill outside, no real rain or snow, but it was cold all the same... Shivering slightly, Robin drew up his leather -vampiric- robe/coat closer to himself as he continued to walk his journey home. Rounding a corner, he stopped suddenly as he heard loud drunken voices coming from over the road, he chanced a glance and wished he hadn't.
Several snickers were heard, one voice- a laughing female, was heard, "Oh my god is that him- what the hell is he wearing"?
Several other snickers were heard before a familiar male voice was heard, "Yeah! That's him! He always dresses like that, he's a proper freak, you should see the stuff he draws in class... Oy Robin! You ain't so tough now you ain't in school are yer? Come over and fight me then, yer ugly emo git!". Robin's eyes widened slightly, he knew that voice- it was Dirk!
Not just Dirk- Dirk, drunk, with several drunken male and female followers- whatever the outcome was, he had the distinct feeling that it wouldn't be good.
Avoiding having to walk past them, Robin sharply turned into a nearby alleyway- it wasn't that long and it led directly onto his street anyway. He sighed in relief as the laughter seemed to fade behind him... for a second. Robin tried to ignore the distant but worrying voices of his persuers-
Female: "(h)Ere where'd e go to?" Male: "He just turned that corner he did!". Robin kept calmly walking, he heard footsteps from behind and tried to ignore the drunken voices and laughter that followed, "Hey, hey goth boy where you goin?", "Is he deaf or somethin?", "Yo! Goth!".
Robin gulped, yep that was his que- he picked up his pace and ran!
The drunken squad almost instinctively chased after him, easily catching up to and cornering him, due to his general dislike of physical excercise.
"Hey Gothboy", Dirk slurred, grabbing Robin by the neck of his cloak and pulling him close enough to smell the strong scent of alcohol as he spoke. "Whatcha runnin away from huh? You scared?". Whoops, jeers and chants of 'Gothboy's scared!', sounded from all around the crowd of drunkerds.
"Look... just let go yeah?", Robin answered coolly trying in vain to pull his cloak/coat out of the tough grasp of Dirk's chubby fingers. "Why what yer gonna do?", Dirk retorted causing chants of 'Fight!' 'Fight!' To errupt from Dirk's many followers.
Robin could feel his own heartbeat quicken, pump so hard that he was fearful it might burst- no time to worry about that though, Dirk's fist came so fast, Robin almost didn't manage to dodge it, he heard Dirk snicker before lunging in with another fist, Robin dodged again and hit back, getting Dirk on the nose.
Dirk reeled back, glaring as he clamped a hand over his now bloodied nose. Robin stared back, trying to act as unafraid as possible, hoping they'd just leave him alone now. The staring match continued for another second or two before Dirk smirked, "You think you're so fuckin tough?", Dirk glanced back to his followers, "I think we oughta teach him a lesson, don't you boys?" Jeers were heard, Robin struggled uselessly against two gorilla-like lads who loyally jumped out from the group and wrestled Robin's arms behind his back, leaving him at the mercy of Dirk and his angry drunken followers- *pain*.
This is planned as a two-parter, I'll try to upload the second part within the next day or two, Please read and review...
