CHAPTER TWO

"Come out. I want to see who you are." The girl demanded.

"Not too sure you want me to..."

"Just get out here!"

And with that, Vlad stepped out.

"Urm... where's your... top?" The girl asked slowly, eyeing him up and down.

"Oh!" Vlad quickly looked down at his semi-naked body. If he had blood flowing through his veins, he would've been blushing. "I... I lost them. Somewhere back in Sheffield I think." Vlad attempted to explain.

"Sheffield? That's ages away!"

"Yeah..."

"Well, it's kinda cold out here. Do you... want to come inside? I mean, you don't exactly look like you're going to murder me or anything." The girl offered.

Vlad smirked, knowing there was a possibility he might do, depending on how dominant his evil side got. "Yeah OK," He agreed. "I'm Vlad by the way." He introduced himself, holding out a hand for the girl to shake.

"Martha. Martha Fredriks." She took the hand and shook it awkwardly before dropping it and tucking her hair behind her ear again. "Follow me." She gestured to Vlad to follow her into the house she had come out of. Vlad couldn't be certain as it was dark, but he thought he could see a face staring at them from an upstairs window in the house next door.

Martha led him upstairs to a room Vlad assumed was her bedroom. She pushed open the door revealing a dimly lit blue room with walls covered in posters and drawings. She was a good drawer, that much was obvious to Vlad. "Nice room." Vlad told her.

The girl turned a bright shade of red and looked away from him. "Sorry about the mess." She said apologetically, even though Vlad really couldn't see any. She looked back at him, properly realising for the first time that she had a shirtless boy in her bedroom in the middle of the night. "Would you like a top? I could grab one of my brother's if you want?" Martha offered.

"Sure, thanks. Won't you wake your parents though?"

"No. My parents died. I live with my brother now, and he's always out till God-knows-when with his mates. He won't be back for a few hours still." Explained Martha, her eyes vacant and sad.

"What happened?" Vlad asked sympathetically, taking his time to try and get the girl to tell.

"I don't really know. I was 8 at the time. All I really know is that they were murdered. Shot, I think." She sniffed.

"Oh," Vlad said, not really too sure how to respond. "Sorry."

"It's ok. So, you hungry?"

"Yes!"

The stairs creaked as the made their way back down and into the kitchen.

"Vladimir, wake up! It's 1am, time for training!" Count Dracula called to his only son, barging into Vlad's bedroom. "Vladdy, I said wake up." He clicked his fringers, opening the silver casket-type coffin where Vlad slept. Empty. He looked over to the wardrobe. Also empty.

A ripple of thunder spread through the school which housed the Dracula's, waking up everybody sleeping inside.

"Master, what is it? What's wrong?" The slime-bag Renfield asked the Count.

"It appears my son has decided to run away. Again."

"Oh. Why would he do that?" Renfield asked.

"If I knew, I would've stopped him. Imbecile."

"I'll go and tell the others then shall I?"

"No! Not yet. We don't want that breather girl getting involved. Especially if it's her fault. Hmm. No, we shall keep it to ourselves. At least for now." And with that, the Prince of Darkness flew off through the open door.

AN: Oh my bumfluff, thank you everyone for reading and reviewing and stuff! This chapter was written whilst listening to a bunch of songs so if it's a lot different from the first chappie, that's why. Don't worry guys, there won't be any Vlad/Martha, not for now anyways ;) but thank you again for reading this. If you do bother to stick around until the end, I promise I will actually finish this story and will try and get a chapter up once every three days, but I'm so busy at the moment with my GCSE's, dance, singing, acting and rehearsals all the time. The chapters will eventually get longer as I go deeper into the story and I really hope I don't lose your interest! Thank you thank you thank you!
Layla x