This is my first drabble…just little short stories on how I view the third book or how it's going to go…

They left him it was that simple. It wasn't too long ago either, around the beginning of his sophomore year. Everything was going great, well if you exclude the Pravus prophecy and the Council out to get Vlad's skin. However, besides that Vlad was entering his second year of high school with his best friend since he was little, life couldn't get better right?

Right…well maybe not. Vlad still endured his typical bullies; Tom and Bill but it seemed to change right after that. The minute they pinned him to a wall, Vlad's eyes immediately went to their throats. Their smooth, white throats with a little blue vein popping out begging to be sucked. Vlad immediately restrained his almost elongated fangs into his mouth; taking a huge swallow he overcame his thirst. However, even with his fangs in check, it wasn't enough to quell. His mind told him to go find a blood bag, but his heart…his heart wanted something more. Something savory, warm squishing among his gums.

Regaining focus he thrusts the two bullies off him using his new found strength, and dashed down the hallway in an escape. That was only the first day of his troubles.

"I-I, I don't want to be you drudge" Henry blurted out. Henry took Vlad's arm dragging him down one end of the hallway. However Vlad noticed his surroundings, Henry had picked this place out specifically for him. A hallway with no popular kids; jocks, cheerleaders, blonds you name it. A place where Henry wouldn't be seen with the nobody Vlad.

Vlad stood with his mouth open, "wha-". "I don't want to be your drudge" Henry repeated, his face looked down at the floor with mild interest, "it's just…I have a life too. A human life and I can't keep risking my life wondering when my number is going to be up. Besides this is finally my chance to get in, with those guys".

Vlad didn't know what to say, he could have yelled calling Henry all the horrible names he could think off. He could have said he was traitorous friend, that those friends he wanted to be in with weren't his real friends. But…Vlad did none of things. Instead he slumped his shoulder feeling the weight of Henry's words settle themselves right onto Vlad. He got the double meaning in Henry's words, even if he didn't realize it. In translation, Henry didn't want to be Vlad's friend anymore.

And like a good friend that Vlad was, he straighten his shoulders and put on a fake smile, "Henry, its okay. You know you could have left anytime you wanted to". Vlad wasn't sure if Henry understood correctly. He meant Henry could leave as his drudge, not as his friend. But Vlad let it slide, if this is what Henry wanted. Why should Vlad intervene? He was right; a human shouldn't have to get involved with someone who has so many problems such as Vlad.

Henry breathed out a sigh of relief, "thanks" he murmured and quickly turned and hurried after his so-called friends. Vlad continue to stare at the spot where his best friend just left him to face the dark alone. He didn't even turn back to see if he would walk right over and start saying 'just kidding', but no Henry was gone for good.

From there things seemed to have only gotten worse…

Meredith the girl of Vlad's dreams was silently slipping away. Well, maybe not as silently as Meredith thinks. It would cold winters night just the two of them holding hands when Vlad's thirst would got the best of him again.

Meredith tilted her head to the side which reveal her white, slender throat. "Vlad"? She asked with concern, "is something wrong"? He continued to stare at her neck, a nice blue artery with blood pumping through it made his mouth go dry. "Vlad"? She asked again. He regained his senses. He stood up abruptly, shaking his head he dashed for home.

By the time the slammed the door to his house, he could smell Aunt Nelly making his favorite; Blood O cookies. He dashed for them, taking as many as possible till the thirst subsided, "slow down Vlad" Nelly said strictly, "you'll spoil your dinner", but he did not slow down only sped up.

When he was through he took one last gulp and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. "By the way" Nelly spoke, "the girl Meredith called, she sounded worried and wanted to talk to you".

Vlad headed toward the cordless phone, dialed her number and waited…ring, ring, ring

"Hello?" Meredith answered, "Oh, Meredith, I'm so sorry, I ditched, I didn't-".

"I'll say" Meredith interrupted, "that was rude Vlad, how come you ran". Vlad took a shaky breath; he was going to break the girl of dreams heart into tiny little fragments. "Meredith".

"Yeah" she breathed, "I think it's best if we take a break".

"A break" she said incredulously, "um yeah, I just have some family issues to sort out at home, okay"?

"Okay" she whispered, and with a soft click she hung up. He would have done anything to call her back and spew every apology he could think of but it was for the best. Till he had this 'thirst' under control he was going to take it slow. Find a way to sustain it and transcend it.

"What was that all about"? Nelly said from behind him, tapping her foot. "Nelly..." Vlad breathed out heavily and told her everything.

When he was through she couldn't meet his gaze, he was losing so many people in so little time. Aunt Nelly sighed, wiping her hands on her pants, "okay Vlad I'll bring home extra blood bags till then…try to do your best". She got up without a kiss or squeeze of comfort.

Yes he lost her too.

For the next few weeks, Nelly had to work conveniently extra shifts. When Vlad got home sure enough the fridge would be stock full of blood bags, but no Nelly. When he did manage to see her, her eyes never met Vlad's, her lips never brushed against his forehead, and rarely spoke to each other except for the usual…

"Hi, Aunt Nelly. I'm home"

"Hi Vlad" she would speak quietly reading the newspaper with interest.

"Guess how my day went"?

"How"?

"It sucked", Nelly would flash him a look, put the paper away neatly, and leave him be. Afterwards, they didn't say more than a few words of 'thank yous' and 'morning'.

With each growing day Vlad got more and more lonely. He would wander the school hours alone, without any friends or girlfriends he was truly alone. Roaming the hallways with his gaze intense to the floor, shoulders slumps, he rarely noticed Henry anymore. Not that he looked for him or anything. His hours at home were even more lonelier Nelly was rarely home, which made it eerie to come home.

He hadn't heard from Otis in a while either, he stayed till the first week of August then left. On the run again, from the Council to the problem itself; the Pravus. He sent letters repeatedly to his uncle, leaving out the loss of Henry and Meredith. He spoke of his thirst getting the better of him, but his Uncle gave no support whatsoever. Instead he insisted that Vlad drink from the source soon or it will only get worse.

He crumpled up the letter, throwing it away roaming the streets of Bathory. With hands in his pockets he went to his favorite place to be alone. This didn't really apply anymore since he was always alone now, but he was just a block away when D'Ablo and Jasik stepped out of the shadows.

D'Ablo demanded that Vlad hand over the Journal of Thomas Tod, Vlad at first refused backing away and tensing for a fight. However the two vampires took him down with ease, Jasik was just too fast. That the book fell a way from Vlad's hand.

Before he knew it both of them were gone, leaving a very blood-drained Vlad in the dirt, panting till he drifted off into a blissful unconsciousness. And this time he knew Henry wasn't going to be there when he opened his eyes.

How was it, I'm going to make this two chapters since it's so long. Review PLEASE!