Alright, here's chapter two. This is an assignment I got from my friend around two weeks ago, and I'm gonna update this story once a week. At least that's the plan.

So, I know almost nothing about Young Dracula. It's years since I watched the show, so if anyone finds something that is weird or wrong, please tell me. Oh, and since I'm swedish, my english isn't perfect, so feel free to correct grammar and spelling if you feel like it. Thank you.

Oh, yeah. I didn't have an authors note on the last chapter, because I forgot, so this is it. And the disclaimer's here too.

I own nothing what so ever. Honest.

"So, you work at a bar? That's cool."

Robin had almost been like a little girl when Vlad showed him the flat and almost instantly decided to move in. The next evening he had knocked on the door with three big suitcases at his feet. He'd started unpacking at once an Vlad, having nothing better to do, made him company.

He was currently sitting on Robins newly made bed and watched him putting his clothes in the closet.

"Well, it's not as glamorous as it sounds. The bar I work at is pretty slow, and working night isn't anything I would recommend. But it's okay, I guess", he said and picked up a book from the night-stand. This one was about the Cuban revolution and Vlad raised an eyebrow.

"Did you finish the other one?" he asked, lifting the book so that Robin would understand what he was talking about.

"Yeah, this morning. We have this list of books, and I thought it was best to just get it done. That way I can have focus on other stuff later, you know?" Robin hung the last shirt in the closet and closed it. Vlad hadn't seen a single cape so far, and took that as a good sign. The erasing of memories had apparently made Robin a bit less fascinated by vampires.

Vlad just nodded and got up off the bed. Robin had grown up, no doubt. But they still seamed to get along like before and Vlad was happy to have his slightly stupid friend back in his life.

"Hey, that bar you work at. Is it any good?" Robin asked suddenly as they made their way out of the room and towards the living-room.

"Er... You could say that." It was a bar for vampires, so what was he supposed to say? Vampires can't really be choosers when it comes to that kind of bars. There aren't that many around since vampires normally don't like to socialize, and when they do the setting isn't always that important. Therefore, the standard of the bar wasn't insanely high.

"Do you mind if I go there some time? I'm not that fond of nightclubs and most bars that seam nice are always filled with football-supporters. And those blokes are just annoyingly stupid."

"I don't think this is the sort of bar you'd like", Vlad answered hurriedly.

"Is it filled with football-supporters?"

"No..."

"Then it should be exactly the sort of bar I'd like."

"Really. I don't think it's such a good idea. If you want to, I can show you a couple of good bars. But the place I work, it's a little odd." Odd wasn't exactly the way Vlad would choose to call it, but hey. Desperate times and all.

"Odd?"

"Odd."

Robin didn't seam to want to press the matter, so he just sat down on the sofa. Vlad glanced at his watched and decided that he needed to leave for said bar so that he wouldn't be late.

"Well, I need to get going. See you tomorrow", he said and practically bolted for the door.

"Is it a gay-bar?" Robin called after him and Vlad froze.

"Sure..." he said slowly. "Good night, Robin."

And he was out before Robin could ask anything else.

Robin, however, was not satisfied with this. He wanted to know why Vlad didn't want him to know about the place. He didn't know why, but he felt that having secrets was bad if you lived together. He'd told Vlad all sorts of things last night and when he was unpacking.

So he stood up, got his jacket, wallet and phone and left the flat. He ran down the stairs and could just catch Vlad's back as he left the building. Robin followed him, half walking, half running. They walked, then the tube and then they walked again. And Vlad was fast. Even though he was small and quite skinny, Robin had a hard time keeping up with him.

It took a little less then an hour to get from point A to point B and Robin was now sweating. Under his leather jacket he wore a thick sweater and it was getting pretty warm after all the jogging. After all, it was only early fall and warm nights weren't that unusual. Finally he saw Vlad enter a bar and followed him inside.

It was dark. Not pitch-black, but it was hard to see anything at first. After a few minutes, Robin could start making out shapes. He could soon see the faces of the guests too. There weren't many of them and all of them were pale, with dark eyes and broody looks on their faces. He could suddenly feel a pair of cold hands on one of his arms and nearly jumped out of his skin. The place was scary enough without anyone touching him without warning.

"Don't worry, boy. A human in here? You must know what you are in for?" a hoarse voice whispered behind him.

Robin quickly spun around and stared at the man. He looked more dead than alive and stared at Robin with such an intense gaze it made his skin crawl.

"H-human? What do you mean?" Robin stuttered and tried to pull free, but the man's grip around his wrist was too tight.

The dark-haired man tilted his side to the left, curious.

"You don't know?" he whispered with a smirk on his lips.

"Know what?" Panic started to raise. Eyes flickering around in search for an escape rout. And then, the cold hands were gone.

Robin let out a gush of air, only then realizing he had been holding his breath the last seconds in wait for an answer.

Then he saw why he'd been let go of. Vlad had grabbed the man by his collar an practically thrown him across the room. Now then man was standing on all fours and the floor, fighting for comprehension. As he looked up and Vlad caught his eye, understanding dawned on his pale face. He stood up and swiftly left the room.

Then Vlad turned to Robin and that's when he started to regret his decision to follow his flatmate. Because it was terrifyingly obvious that Vlad was pissed off. He grabbed the back of Robins jacket and dragged him out of the bar and into an empty alley.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Vlad hissed and pushed Robin against the nearest wall.

"I was just curios! You weren't telling me what I needed to hear, so I figured I'd find out for myself", Robin defended himself.

"You...! Curious? Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? You could have been killed!" Screw hissing, Vlad was now yelling at Robin. In his defence, he'd been more scared than Robin back there.

"Killed?" Robin said, the doubt in his voice showing. "Are you kidding me? I can take care of myself." He started pulling at Vlad's arms, but they didn't budge.

"Do you see me smiling, or something? I am not kidding. Okay, you want to know what kind of bar that is? I'll tell you. It's a bar for vampires, managed by vampires."

Robin just stared. He needed a few minutes to recover and when he did, he couldn't put together a complete sentence.

"Are... What... Mental? Vampires?"

"No, Robin. I am not mental. I am probably the more sane one of the two of us right now. And I am a vampire."