I know the last chapter was short, i'm sorry this one is longer though! Now I really would like to thank reality slayed the dreamer she has been utterly wonderful and patient thoughout so everyone go check her out! So here it is the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it!

"You can't be serious"I shout, running my hand through my, now considerably darker hair and pacing around the dark candle lit room. My father just smiles sinisterly into the fire listening to my rant half-heartedly. "Whatever made you think I would let you do this to me! I will stop this".

"Oh my dear boy" Dad says before shooting up out of his chair and coming closer to me "I have no doubt in my mind that you will try, but you will simply not succeed." he turns passively "This whole matter is simply irreversible, it's been set in stone for years and..."

"For YEARS, how long have you been keeping this from me?" I shout once again , I have a feeling that i'll be doing a lot of shouting in the future.

"Well, I organised this with the Elenor about seven, eight years ago..." my dad mumbled, looking innocently up at the ceiling.

"Seven years! Did it not occur to you that I might've wanted to know a bit earlier than now!" I can't believe this, my dad has managed to keep secret the fact that i'm betrothed to some girl i've never met for seven whole years and yet has continued to act exactly the same.

"Listen Vlad, this is one of the oldest traditions of our homeland and I intend to allow some of our heritage into our lives. Now I let you mess around with breathers and go to school, allowed you to live an almost breather-like life, but that was in your younger years, but your an adult now Vladdy, you need to grow up and start acting like one!" his voice steadily rose throughout his whole speech until he was full on shouting the end bit. To be honest i'm a bi shocked; I haven't seen my dad get so annoyed since my sixteenth birthday! Well i'm not going to let him push me around.

"Dad, i'm sixteen, barely an adult! I should not have to be forced into a marriage with a girl whom i've never met at my age." My dad waved his hand dismissively "Who is she anyway?". All I can imagine is some evil, ugly, rude, bitchy girl who will make my life a living hell for as long as I have to deal with her.

"Elenor Narkisssa's daughter" Dad replies, looking pleased with himself. There is something about that's familiar, my father pauses, as if trying to remember something "Freya, I believe".

"Where have I heard the name Narkissa from?" I wonder aloud.

"The Narkissa's are the second most powerful family in Transylvania, the first of course being the Dracula's" he proclaimed proudly "Elenor and I were to be married but... complications came up, so this should make up for old issues".

"What complications?" I asked rubbing my pale, white face with my hand tiredly, this staying up all night business will end up with me getting even darker circles under my eyes.

"None of your business" he answers sharply sitting down in the arm chair across from where i'm sitting "Anyway I'm glad to see you've calmed down. maybe now we can discuss your situation in a bit more detail, and please avoid shouting, you're beginning to give me a headache"he mutters rubbing his temples slowly and soothingly, closing his eyes momentarily and then looking at me expectantly. I just nod.

"Good. Now obviously I am not going to make you marry the girl right away, things need to be organised" he pauses, considering his options "how about she comes and lives with us with us for a few months? hmm? you get to know her a bit and maybe you can become friends?"he says softly acting like a father for the first time this evening, before clearing his throat and his hardened expression returns "Well as close to 'friends' as you can, you both being vampires and that"

"I doubt we could be friends, I bet given the kind of up bringing she most likely had, she's probably be the most despicable person I'll ever meet" I sigh annoyed.

"Mmmm, she sounds like the perfect wife Vladimir."Dad sighs, clearly proud of himself.

I let out a groan.

"Don't be so down, she and her mother had to move to Britain too, they also experienced peasant mob problem back in Romania". The count winced at the memory of the mob.

My eyes widen in response, I guess at least we have something in common. I try to stifle a yawn but it's persistent and I noticably open my mouth wildly and let a loud sigh.

"Since you refuse to go on a hunt with your father, which will look incredibly unattractive to your fiance, I think you should go to bed, hmm?" I stare into the fire for a few seconds and then rub my hands up my face and through my, also shorter, hair and stand up stiffly. Dad thumps me on the back "Good lad"he praises.

I nod and stumble out the door and head back to my room.

When I get back to my room I cast a glance at the mirror only to see the coffin in the background. I'm confused and exhausted, not a great combination, I just need some comfort. I catch a flash of my soft toy, Mr cuddles the second, on a shelf and realise now is as good a time as ever to use his soothing properties.

I grab him quickly and momentarily feel a wave of embarassment pass over me, even though there isn't anyone in the room to catch me with a childhood toy. I hope and pray that my father doesn't decide to wake me himself on the morning, otherwise i'll have to fork out the money for a Mr cuddles the third.

I clamber back into my coffin and try to fall asleep clutching the cuddly toy whilst trying to reassure myself that i'm the chosen one, so I must be able to find a way out of this.