Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears: For I bring to you a new Young Dracula fic. Well techincally its fics as this story, 'Vampire In The UK', is a series of one-shots about Vlad's new life in Stokely.I'm not entirely sure how many one-shots will be in this fic, but there will be as many as I have ideas for. Enjoying reading!

Vlad sighed, once again reminding himself that he had wanted to come to a proper school, and receive the same education that every other child of his age received. He had hoped that by coming to a proper school he would make friends easily, forgetting that Ingrid was the social butterfly of the family - not him.

Today however, had not gone like he had hoped. He had found his first few lessons - Woodwork, Maths and then Chemistry - to be very difficult and hard for him to understand in the case of both maths and chemistry. As a result of his simple and many mistakes, Vlad has found himself to be the object of many jokes. Although he wasn't happy at this, he did find it slightly reassuring that Ingrid was not being picked on as well - the breathers wouldn't have stood a chance.

When it came to the period directly before the lunch hour, Vlad was ready to admit defeat and return to being home-schooled by whatever tutor his dad had deemed worthy to teach him. He walked down the corridor with Robin, the only boy in his form class who hadn't picked on him that morning - the girls had mostly just giggled and asked Vlad what it was like living in Transylvania.

"Don't worry Vlad, I'm sure you'll find this one easy," Robin said sympathetically while walking into the class. "No one really does all that well in here, it's only French," the self confessed vampire geek shrugged, taking his seat and motioning for Vlad to take the empty seat beside him. Vlad frowned once. French...? A small grin flitted across the young vampire's pale face.

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"And I see we have a new student joining us today," the lightly French accented voice of the French teacher rang out across the classroom. The teacher was quite new herself, having only joined the teaching staff of the school at the beginning of the last school year, after graduating from a teaching college in her own home near Paris. "Please, stand up and tell us about yourself." A loud groan went up from the class. The teacher paused. "Well, pardon me for suggesting this, but to get a grasp on your ability and level of knowledge, would you mind trying in French?" she suggested.

Vlad nodded, and rose from his seat. A wave of unkind mutters and laugh spread round the classroom, which Vlad ignored. He took a short breath and began. "Bonjour Madame Professeur, Je m'appelle Vladimir Count et je viens ici de ma patrie de Transylvaine à vous rejoindre à la classe," Vlad spoke in French with the greatest of ease. The students in the room stopped their mutters and stared, amazed that the boy how had been having such difficulty only the period before hand was speaking so fluently. "Mon père a insisté que j'apprends les langues depuis j'étais jeune, donc j'espère que je ne suis pas tellement en retard," Vlad finished, smiling good naturedly before sitting back down in his seat.

The class continued to stare, long after the teacher had smiled, saying that she didn't think he would have much trouble in this class, and began that day's lesson. Vlad allowed a small smirk to appear on his face

Round one to the vampire kid.

And so it was that all things come to an end: But don't worry, another one shot is on the way! Yay! Oh yes, for those who find it difficult to understand what Vlad is saying below as a handy translation. (I don't speak french but Ria does so I got her to translate it all for me. Big round of applause to Ria people!)

Translation: Hello Madame Teacher, my name is Vladimir Count and I come here from my homeland of Transylvania to join you in class. My father insisted that I learn languages since I was young so I hope I'm not too far behind