I know the way I do it is a bit weird. Writing short paragraphs with lots of chapters but hey. That's just the the way I roll
_ Vlad walked into the dining room where his father was writing letters.
"What's this for Dad?" He asked as he sat down to a glass of blood.
"I'm writing letters." Count Dracula said without looking at his son. "About your betrothal."
Vlad moaned. "Dad, I told you! I am not getting married!"
"I believe you are."
"No! Dad! I'm with Erin."
The count snarled in disgust. "That Breather! Absolutely not. Here take a look at some more marriage prospects."
"No!"
"Renfield. Make sure these are delivered." Dracula passed the letters to Renfield. "Now Vladimir. What do you plan to wear? This is a very important occasion. I was thinking your new cape-what do you think..."
"Dad! Stop it! I'm going to be late for school!" Vlad grabbed his bag and left.
"Friday night Vlad!" His father called after him.
