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My "name" is King shiro
Disclaimer~ I do NOT own Young Dracula
Wish I did, but i don't. Now on with the story! (by the way this will start at the end of season 2 episode 7)
Vlad's POV.
After we got back from the hospital I was still reeling, everything seemed so surreal. Why did I have to be the chosen one, and why did I lie? These were questions running through my head. "Zoltan, I have a question." i asked shakily. "Yes, master Vlad?" Zoltan questioned. "Who is the chosen one?"
Zoltan looked taken aback. " Why, master Vlad, would you ask that?" "You promise not to tell?" i asked warily. "Of course, my lips are sealed." "Ok. I am the chosen one." i close my eyes and wait for some type of reaction, but nothing comes. I warily open my eyes. " Ok." Zoltan says "But you know that means you'll probably turn into a vampire early right?" "WHAT!?" I yell. " Sorry, i just don't think I can handle that."
I look to Zoltan again, he says nothing. I say nothing. "VLADIMIRE!" I jump up at the sound of my fathers voice, and run down stairs. When i get to the dining room, he's sitting there reading the news paper. "Ah, Vlady, we are throwing a halloween ball. Everyone in the Dracula family is coming." Dad says casually. "Umm.. Everyone?" I asked "including Boris?" "Yes." " But.. isn't halloween tomorrow?" I say.
"Yes, so got get your outfit ready, and no bright color nonsense!" He said. "Umm.. ok then."
Looks like i'm going to a party. Wowho! Insert sarcasm HERE.
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