A Day from Hell
Hello and welcome to the first chapter to A Day from Hell. I'm glad to report that this fanfiction has been met with a lot of enthusiasm and so here is the first chapter…
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Dracula it belongs to the BBC…
Chapter 1: Clashes
"Ugh," I groaned, my eyes opened to see Zoltan – my stuffed wolf or hellhound – glaring at me like I was about to die, which I guess technically I was.
I was sixteen.
Great, today was the last day of my short life.
I had known this was coming; Dad had been going on about it for over a month now. Plus my vampire abilities had been leaking through every other day for the past fortnight like flour through a broken sieve.
I had to Dad's ultimate delight been sleep flying, making things break when I got angry and I had almost bit a person in Home Economics when they strayed a little too close… luckily for the both of us the person had had garlic in their hands at the time and I didn't exactly like that stuff anymore.
I pulled my pillow over my head still groaning wishing that I was dreaming…
"Vladdy; get up!" I heard my Dad say enthusiastically from next to me; too enthusiastically if you ask me.
"Get out!" I told him pulling my head out from under the pillow.
Lad,, you need to undergo your transformation," he insisted.
"It's my birthday," I snarled surprised by mw own anger and reaction. "I'll do what I want."
"Well, that's better," Dad said approvingly. "Happy birthday,"
He sped out of my room with a WHOOSH. I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed knowing there was no way of avoiding what was going to happen either way.
Zoltan rolled over to be to talk to me.
"Don't worry Master Vlad, I'm sure you'll become perfect vampire," he tried to reassure and comfort me.
"Yeah," I muttered, "prefect, as in perfectly evil."
I changed into normal – well, normal for breathers - clothing over my school uniform knowing that Dad will have already told my headmistress Miss McCauley I was having the day off.
Zoltan rolled next to me in silence and I made my way down slowly and unwillingly to the throne/living room. As I walked the bell of the school started tolling loudly, summoning me for my transformation…
This chapter is a bit short, but I don't want to give away too much too early if I fit in the next chapter it'll give away far too much.
Do you like how I've made Vlad kind of himself but with more of a temper. I thought that maybe he would be in a bad mood and he only became more controlled after the transformation. Vlad will be a bit dark for the next couple of chapters but not evil even though I find it kind of funny when he is.
Please review. Thank you for reading.
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