Chapter 1 – First attack

Vlad was in his room, sitting on his sofa idle-mindedly. It was around mid-day on a Saturday afternoon. Everyone in the living quarters in Garside were asleep, including Erin, she was exhausted because of all the late nights she had spent with Vlad.

He however could not sleep. A thousand things scattered his brain and he thought about them all at once. Sethius, his 18th birthday, Erin and the truce were the main things on his mind until he was disrupted by his thirst, he was having a blood craving.

'Oh great, just what I need right now, ain't it' Vlad mumbled to himself.

He got up from his soft sofa and and started walking almost as slow as a human – to try control his thirst - to the blood celler where all the blood including Vlad's soy blood was kept.

He was just at the celler door when he heard a noise, it sounded like a crystal glass shattering and a familiar voice

'Oh bother' Miss McCauly said to herself unknowing that Vlad heard her with his heightened hearing capabilities.

Vlad rushed upstairs to try to aid her, it was only seconds after the smash when he was in the school reception.

'Vlad, oh where did you come from, never mind. Would you mind helping me with the glass?'Alex asked slightly dazed.

Vlad nodded and then bent down to help his head teacher with the smashed crystal glass. Suddenly, Miss McCauly let out a yelp, a piece of the glass sliced her finger open. Vlad ran at a fast human speed to the edge of the room.

'Oh Vlad, it's only a gash, it's hardly going to kill me. She slowly walked towards Vlad to show how small her cut was when she was interrupted by him.

'Please miss, don't come any closer, I... erm... can't stand the sight of blood' he quickly said making most of it up in his head. He didn't want his teacher to be the victim of a slip in his focus.

'Vlad, it's ok, it's only tiny' Miss McCauly said, trying to reason with him.

Vlad quickly lowered his head to try not to see her finger but with an accidental sudden breath - which he only did in a bad situation – the scent of her blood came to him with a sudden gush, Vlad looked up.

'See Vlad, it not that bad'

'Ple...pl..p... please' with each letter his voice went quieter, the good part of him loosing and the evil winning.

Vlad looked into her eyes, a look of evil and cruelty, his eyes turned black as night and he looked like he was about to go for her neck.

Everybody was trying restraining Vlad and struggling. His eyes, still an onyx black were poised on Alex's neck.

Miss McCauly, still screaming was backed to the edge of the room, everyone had came out of nowhere. Finally, she stopped screaming.

'Wha...what a...are you, I'll...I'll call the police. I...I will' Alex shouted though looking too mentally week to do so.

Vlad had shook off all his restrainers except Bertrand and The Count, he was only meters away from Miss McCauly and her neck. To make things worse, Vlad's fangs appeared. It was all too much for Alex and she fainted.

'Get him out of here' Ingrid bellowed looking at her suddenly bloodthirsty and ravenous younger brother. She was assisting only because Miss McCauly tapped into Ingrid's weak spot by contently showing her kindness.

A sharp hiss came from Vlad, aimed in Ingrid's direction. The Count and Bertrand pulled Vlad with all their might to the training room where they let him go.

'Vladimir, I don't care if you attack anybody if you are out hunting, in fact I'd be all too glad in you put your fangs to use for once' and with those words, Vlad snarled at his father.

'Vlad, you need to be more careful in the school premises, what if it had been a school child, Vlad, killing an innocent breather may be nothing to us but it's a horrible crime to them, parents, police and all sorts' Bertrand said, trying to talk some sense into young (to vampire standards ) Vlad .

'I want a breather, I want it's blood, to drain one dry' Vlad all but screamed at them.

'You need to calm down Vlad' Bertrand said still trying to reason with a very dangerous Vlad.

'AGH, you don't understand, I NEED FRESH BLOOD!' Vlad bellowed.

Vlad nor Bertrand had noticed The Counts disappearance until he came back with some sort of container with a nozzle at the end of some hollow wire. The Count sprayed the contents of the beaker onto Vlad and he fell to the ground.