Hi, guys.

Ummm… This is only my second Fan Fiction… well, technically my first… but I never continued the first one… ANYWAY, This story has no title because I couldn't think of a suitable one… any suggestions would be nice… as well as Ideas for the story because I have NO idea where this is heading at the moment, so bear with me… I just sort of started it on a rainy day when I was bored, so there really is nowhere for this to go at the moment! I would love some help with any original ideas! Thanks.

So… this story will be set immediately after the last episode of series 2.. as in immediately… so it starts exactly where they left off. As I said it was just a spur of the moment idea, so…

I do not own Young Dracula or any of it's characters. This story was just written for pure enjoyment… and because there wasn't really anything else to do… I hope you enjoy it!

Heartland4life.

"Vlad." Vladimir turned from his overjoyed father to face Jonno and Mina Van Helsing, "No biting?"

"No slaying?" Vlad questioned. It was more of an answer to Jonno's question; if you don't slay, we won't bite.

"…No fun!" The Count stated disapprovingly, growling as he did so. Vlad rolled his eyes slightly. He had been half expecting that. Turning, he glowered at his father.

"Dad, do you want the slayers to stop slaying or not?"

"Of course I do, Vladdy. I just don't think that this sort of a compromise is… well…" He eyed Jonno and Mina evilly, "…Fair."

"Dad, if we set up places for breathers to donate blood-"

Vlad was cut off by Bertrand,

"Do you really think that will work?"

"Yes, I do!"

"Not everyone will be for this sort of thing, Vlad."

Vlad groaned, "Look. Erin and I were discussing it before…" he stopped, drifting off mid-sentence as if he had suddenly realised something.

"Discussing what?" The Count asked, eyeing him suspiciously. He'd switched off when Vlad had begun to argue with his tutor.

"Erin…" Vlad whispered as realisation dawned on his face. She had never seen Vampires at their worst; slaying their own kind while killing innocent bystanders in the process. Plus he'd, in a way, used her as a bargaining chip to get Sethius to co-operate. Vlad scanned the room, looking for her.

"Vlad…?" Bertrand asked, seeing the concentration and worry on his student's face.

Seeing what Erin had just seen would have shaken her. Vlad had to admit that even he felt a little traumatised. It was never reassuring to find that some vampires were this bloodthirsty and power-seeking. Eventually, Vlad spotted Erin, staring at the piles of ashes that lay on the ground of the throne room, her eyes glazed over slightly. Silently, he whooshed over to her.

"Erin…" Vlad said as he arrived, making her jump slightly.

Erin didn't reply. She just looked up at her boyfriend. In fact she wasn't even sure they were still together anymore… but right now she couldn't care less about their relationship status. She had just helped to intentionally stake a vampire…. An evil, manipulative one… But still, he was a vampire. She was now a true slayer. Ingrid's netball captain half-fang had been a complete accident… But this time the slaying had been planned thoroughly; every single, painstaking detail ironed out and every possible outcome accounted for.

"Vlad-" was all she managed to get out before the tears took over.

Vlad held her close for a few minutes while she calmed down enough to face the others. He heard a few groans of disapproval from his family at his public display of affection for the breather and they all zoomed off in a slight huff; no doubt off to plan some sort of celebratory feast after the night's events.

Finally Erin calmed down enough to pull her face up from Vlad's cool leather cape,

"How can your kind do that to each other?" She asked, wiping mascara from her puffy eyes. She was referring to the Sethius and his crazy beliefs.

Vlad sighed, releasing her from his grasp and putting his hands in the pockets of his cape, "I don't know… I guess that's why they locked him up in that stupid book for 200 years." He said, staring at what was left of the Predictum Impaver.

"Yeah, that would explain the mood…"

They laughed together in sync as they headed out towards the living room, or rather, the dead room.

"Renfeild!" The Count bellowed from his coffin. The encounter with Sethius had made him crave a good rest in peace, "RENFEILD!" he bellowed for a second time, putting his paper down.

Renfeild entered, puffed, "Yes, master?"

"Ahh, Renfeild. How are the preparations going?" The Count raised 'The Daily Fang' again, covering his face.

"Preparations, master?"

The Count rolled his eyes and replied in a huffed tone, "For my feast in celebration of our success!"

"Oh- those preparations!"

There was a long expectant silence.

"Well…"

"… I don't know…" Renfeild replied rather sheepishly.

The Count sighed in annoyance, not once looking at his servant, "Why, Renfeild?"

"Well, Master. I've been cleaning up the mess in your throne room after our 'bonfire'…"

There was another moments silence, Renfeild unsure of what his master wanted.

"Well… go and find out then!"

"Oh! Yes, Master… right." He turned and made an attempt to escape before any more orders were thrown at him. He failed miserably.

"Oh, Renfeild!"

"Yes master."

"Once you've finished vacuuming the throne room could you polish the floor and the thrones?"

Renfeild didn't answer; he closed the door as he walked out.

"Oh, and bring me a bottle of my finest blood!" The Count called after him.

"…Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag!" Renfeild replied in a hushed, sing-song whisper from outside The Count's bedroom door.

"I can hear that, you know." The Count retaliated, engrossed in on of the articles in the paper.

Renfeild's pace quickened with a small squeal. He always forgot the ways of vampires… especially their super sensitive hearing, which was number one on his list of major causes of unbearable pain.

"Renfeild, what are you…?" Vlad asked, startled, when Renfeild ran into him.

"Sorry, Master Vlad!" Renfeild shouted behind him. He wanted to get as far away from The Count as he could.

Vlad sighed, brushing himself off, before walking over to his father's room. He needed to talk to him about what had just happened,

"Dad?" Vlad said as he knocked lightly on the door. Judging by the way Renfeild was running off, The Count wouldn't be in a good mood.

"Dad?" He repeated, entering the room.

"Vladdy, my boy!" His father greeted momentarily looking up from his newspaper.

"Dad, I wanted to talk to you."

"Vlad, it is almost 9. I need my rest."

Vlad sighed. His father could really get on his nerves. He wanted to talk to him about what he'd said earlier to Jonno and Mina; who had now gone back to slayer HQ to cool off. They needed a truce. It was the only way their dwindling kind would survive.

"Dad, it's important." He said impatiently.

"No now, Vladimir." His father replied still not looking up from his paper, "Shouldn't you be at the school, anyway?"

Vlad stared at his father for a moment before turning and whooshing off to see if Erin was ready for school… but not before he had turned his father's newspaper to a pile of ash.

"VLADIMIR!" He heard his father shout as a small smile crept across his face.

As I said… HELP PLEASE! It would be much appreciated

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