SisCoKid: Here it is people! I might of gotten side tracked recently with lot of new projects on her, but I still remember this one. Seriously though, who knew one boring college course would turn out to be the launching pad for my muse. I've never written this much with such consistency. Anyways, I've decided to forget about my old teen titan fics. I tried to work on them, but I cant get the characters right anymore. Its been too long since I used to watch the show. Anywho, This gives me much more time for my new stuff! Huzzah!
Blissful-X-Optimism: Thank you! That review was really encouraging. Oh and We'll just have to wait and see about the whole mouth thing, wont we now? I think Merevlad works! Its better than the other ones at least. Also, I'm finding a lot of people making up a character for Vladimir to be with in their fics. Thats urks me because I think that Meredith and Valdimir are too cute a couple to be passed up!
Vospader21: That, I can do and that, you should do.
VladdieChica: Darn it VladdieChica! I can't even leave my house without having garlic thrown at me now days. Auntie Heather's fans view me as the antiChrist and have decided to end me at all cost.
OH NO! Here comes some of them! *jumps away from computer and runs away.*
Thanks for the reviews!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter 3
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Vladimir laid in his bed, wide awake and staring blankly at the ceiling, breathing as hard as a runner with a cold sweat covering his body. Vladimir eventually gained the energy to roll out of bed and stumble around his room, slowly dressing himself to venture out into the night. Sleep not being something he was worried about anymore, the dark rings around his eyes being a testament to this fact. He was surprised that he could still walk at all, four days of little to no sleep was beyond his limit. He already decided it was the vampire in him that was keeping him going day after day. That was even proving not to be enough anymore. He could honestly say he'd learned nothing in the last three days of class. His only mission at school was to keep his distance from Meredith.
Once dressed, he opened his door and stepped out of his room then hovered to the bottom of the stairs to avoid waking up Nelly and Otis. He sighed as he stepped out of the front door, breathing in the fresh air.
'Going out again? This is four nights in a row Vladimir.' Vladimir ignored the voice of his uncle and pushed it out of his head. It was getting harder and harder by the day to keep him out, with fatigue came a lack of his most basic controls. Why listen to the man who didn't take him seriously, the man he trusted more than anyone else.
Vladimir replayed the end of discussion they had a few days ago in his head as he walked to the Belfry.
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Vladimir and Otis sat in the livingroom, facing eachother from opposing chairs. Vladimir looked severely pissed to say the least. Neither of them spoke, physical or mentally. Otis looked at his nephew with the tired eyes of an adult who was trying to convey a message to a child. Otis rested his face in his palm.
"Vladimir, we feel things differently as vampires, it's just how we are. I've never experianced a dream like yours, no, but whose not to say thats just another thing that makes you different from the rest of us vampires?" He Looked up into Vladimir's face and shook his head. "Vladimir, I'm sorry, but if your looking for some all knowing answer from me, your asking the wrong vampire. This just sounds like a dream to me."
Vladimir stood without saying a word and left the room. He blocked his uncles mental pleas for him to return and instead made his way to his room.
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'Wonder what he would say now?' Vladimir now sat on the ground, in a corner of the belfry. Images of a lifeless Meredith flashing in his mind. Every night since the original dream, Vladimir was haunted with the dead body of his love, lying lifeless before his eyes. A constant reminder of his fantasy mistake from the past. Was it only a dream though? Sure Meredith was indeed, alive and well, but even she was acting strangely. He was constantly catching her watching him from the distance and trying to get closer to him.
He banged his head against the wall and rested it there. Avoiding her was becoming his only assignment at school. That dream, what ever it was, he refused to let it play out in reality. If it became reality, if she lay dead on the floor before him....
He actually didn't want to think of what would become of him. It was just so horrible, being tortured by the mistakes he made in a dream nights before. Every night, having to look upon his loves dead body, trying to revive her to no success. The dream always ended with her in his arms, cold and motionless.
A sickening feeling overcame him and he kneeled over to tossed up his dinner on the floor. Red flowed out, covering the floor with blood.
Vladimirs stomach growled in protest. He grimaced, his hunger was not so easy to ignore the past few days. Merideth's blood called out stronger than usually and the fact he kept throwing up wasn't helping solve the problem.
Valdimir leaned his head back and shut his eyes for a few moments.
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Vladimir woke up to the sound of his stomach growling. He looked around at his surrounding disgruntled. He was in the Belfry. The light pouring in, signified it was day time. Muffled voices filtered in from the school below. Vladimir groaned, the thirst was becoming unbearable. He decided then that he would go to see Snow at night and get his fill. Other wise things could get very dangerous. He slowly rose up off the ground and began to stretch. It was a bad idea to fall asleep in a corner. He couldn't complain though, he actually got some sleep, plus it was better than his nightmare. He walked to the window and checked outside for people.
Vladimir jumped out of the window and made his way to class.
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He ended up walking in late to fifth period. The rest of the class was working on class work, the teacher glanced up from his desk and gave him a stern look.
'Look who finally decided to walk in. Why bother, going to fail anyways. Dead beat....'
Vladimir was usually good at listening to Mr. Roberts thought, but today was not the day. He was hungry, exhausted, and ready to explode. He practically growled at the teacher.
"Bite me!"
The class froze as every student turned to look from Vladimir to Mr. Roberts. Vladimir was trying to ignored the chocolate eyes in the corner of his perferials.
Mr. Roberts coughed into his fist and stood up with a detention slip in his hand.
"Excuse me Mr. Tod! Would you like to repeat that?"
Vladimir wasn't fooled by Mr. Roberts threat. He could hear Mr. Roberts thoughts and they were far from collected. Mr. Roberts was freaking out and quite afraid for his life. He was under the impression that Vladimir was going to lose it, which explained why he was slowly examining Vladimirs pockets for bulges. Vladimir took a little pleasure out of this, but he wasn't in the mood for detention.
"No sir, just a bad cough. It's going around." Vladimir walked to his seat. Mr. Roberts stayed standing until Vladimir sat down.
'A cough, my ass! Damn students these days. I cant keep doing this!' Vladimir could of kept smiling for the rest of the hour, but he couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes still observing him and they weren't Mr Roberts. The smile slid off his face as every inch of his body began to pull and desire for her blood. Only the thought of his nightmares held him firm and strong enough to withstand the hunger. He didn't understand it, but ever since he drank from dream Meredith, he no longer wanted blood from the bags Aunt Nelly brought for him. No one else even appeared on his radar, only her. Vladimir allowed his eyes to glance up and meet hers for an instant as he continued his gaze up to the ceiling fan.
'Lame.' He labeled himself, but at least he got to see her. She had been observing him intently.
"Miss Brookstone! Keep your eyes on your own paper please." Mr. Roberts Said, he seemed to be back to normal.
Her eyes were off him now, but the hunger was still there. He felt, as each day passed, his mind was leaving him in little pieces at a time. She was becoming, less and less Meredith the girl he loved, more and more food supply. It was so bad that without even looking at her, he could tell the movements she was making at anytime when she was near. His vampire instinct was like that of a predator, predicting the preys next move.
Vladimir pinched the skin atop his hand to avert his attention to the pain instead of Meredith. It slightly worked and it also got him more than a few odd stares. He didn't even have to read their minds to know what they were thinking of him. Their thoughts of him didn't matter; keeping his dream from reality did.
When the bell finally rang, it was like music to his ears. He all but flew from his chair and out of the classroom. Not giving Meredith a chance to approach him. He didn't go to Henry, or his own locker, he hid outside and behind the building. Vladimir was no fool, he knew Meredith was on a mission these days and he wouldn't allow her to accomplish whatever she wanted with him. They couldn't be close, she would just have to accept that. He needed her to accept that.
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Vladimir walked into sixth period five minutes late, taking his time to make it to his seat. He ignored Otis with all his power, which he had been doing all week since their talk. As he sat, he felt Meredith's eyes on him again. His body ignored his command to sit down and began to stand again.
'VLADIMIR!!! DON'T DO THIS! I"M SORRY I DIDN'T TAKE YOU SERIO/' Vladimir glared up at his uncle and sat down.
'Thank you...' He wasn't stupid, he knew what would of happened if Otis hadn't of entered his head. He was losing control and there was no telling when he would finally snap.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a balled up piece of paper to the face. He picked it up and straightened it out. It was a message from Henry.
Vlad man! Where have you been? I thought you were skipping or something.
Vladimir didn't answer him, but responded back with a question of his own.
Want to go to the crypt tonight?
He toss it over Henry's head and received it back moments later.
Sure!
Vladimir nodded and worked to ignore his thirst for the rest of the hour.
The bell rang and Vladimir repeated his actions from the hour before. He faintly heard Otis yelling after him to stay for a talk.
He stopped at his locker and was planning to do an in and out operation. It was successful the last few days and would hopefully continue on for the rest of the school year. Since Tuesday, he had been the first person out of school everyday. Vladimir grabbed a few items for home and was all ready to leave, but he discovered something disturbing.
He couldn't move.
His body wouldn't allow him. It knew Meredith was making her way to him and it wasn't going to shift an inch. Vladimir felt disgusted when he found himself licking his lips. There was no question about it, he was going to feed from her today. He was going to suck the life out of his love. He wiped the tears away as they burst from his eyes.
'Walk! Walk!PLEASE JUST WALK!!!' He screamed in his head.
A warm hand landed on his shoulder. He didn't need to turn around to identify it as Meredith's. In response and out of his control, his body began to walk away at a brisk speed.
"Where are you going?" Meredith called after him.
"Don't know." Vladimir truthfully answered.
Meredith stood confused for a few seconds then ran to follow him.
Vladimir wanted to order her to get away, but found it impossible. More tears fell as he was leading Meredith, his love, to her demise. Once they were both behind the building, Vladimir finally stopped and allowed Meredith to catch up. She stepped in front of him.
"Vlad, whats a matter? You've been acting like this ever since Monday. Your avoiding me worse than usual."
Vladimir didn't answer, he couldn't.
She brushed her hair back, a sad look on her face.
"Am I truly no good? Didn't we have fun on Monday?" A little anger entered her eyes. "Is it that one girl? Are you going out with her?"
While asking all these questions, Meredith failed to notice Vladimir inching closer.
No more talking, the vampire was hungry. Vladimir grabbed Meredith by the shoulders and slammed her into the building. It surprised him that Meredith didn't scream, it didn't matter anyway, there was no one to save her. No matter how much he wished for there to be.
"Vlad. Are you okay?" The sweetness of her voice made his heart cry. Why wasn't she screaming?
His body would not give in, the hunger was too great. The tears burst forth with more force as visions from his nightmare flooded his mind.
"Your eyes are purple." Meredith said with wonder. She raised her hands and wiped his tears away.
What was a matter with her. Even by human standards, what he was doing was weird. Why wasn't she screaming and struggling to get away. Not that struggling would help, but it could possibly buy some time. Why was she so nice. If she was any other girl then she would be smart and think of him as a freak because that's what he was. Snow popped into his head. 'Okay, maybe only weird girls dig me...' An anger began to bubble up inside of him. If only she was smart than they wouldn't be having this problem. He wouldn't be about to kill her.
"Vlad! You're hurting me!" Pain warped her face as he tightened his grip on her shoulders.
He ignored her now as he brought his face closer to rub against her milky collarbone and neck, getting a good whiff of her sweet blood. He exhaled on her skin and breathed her in again.
"Vladimir?" Meredith mutter, pain and pleasure mixing together in her voice. Her hands rested on his shoulders. Did she even know what he was about to do to her. Why did she have to pursue him out of all the other normal boys in the world, constantly making his life harder.
Vladimir used what little will power he had to leap off of her, separating them from each other.
'I'M BEHIND THE SCHOOL! COME NOW!'
The distance between them was dangerous, he had to find a way to create some distance! He would have to use what little time he could as he had control.
"Haven't you figured it out yet you idiot!" Vladimir shouted in her face. He watched for a reaction, any reaction.
"Found out what?"
Vladimir was again under the frustrating impression that she wasn't looking him in the eyes again.
"I! Hate! You! I only liked you for your body. There was nothing else to us..." Even he couldn't keep up with that lie. She didn't seem to buy it either.
He realized, he was losing the ability to talk again. Vladimir shuddered as his fangs elongated and poked out from between his lips.
His forehead crinkled together.
'What sort of reaction is that?' It was the weirdest thing ever. He was certain that in the history of vampire, no sort of thing had ever happened. This was the last way he expected her to react after discovering what he truly was.
Meredith Brookstone was smiling. A very beautiful smile, but why was it there? Did she finally crack from the absurdity of it all?
She started walking forward. Vladimir realized that the urge for her blood was temporally gone. He was too shocked to care about blood at the moment. Didn't mean, he wanted her getting close though. He had seriously been close to sucking her blood a moment ago.
"I haven't dreamed since Sunday night." She exclaimed, excited for some reason.
'Huh?' Vladimir was lost.
"I had a dr/" Bricks and chunks of wall flew outward as Otis blasted through the wall, tackling Vladimir to the ground. Vladimir didn't know why, but the vampire was now pissed and wanted to beat up who ever ruined his meal. It also didn't help that Vladimir wasn't too happy with Otis anyways.
She didn't get a chance to finish her statement, but she did get a chance to witness humans rolling about at impossible speeds. In seconds, Vladimir had Otis pinned down and appeared to be ponder whether to beat him some more. He decided it would be fun to teach the old man a lesson.
'Vladimir! Shes still here, she watched the whole thing!'
Vladimir turned and froze. In his anger, he might of forgotten about her....
Meredith stood a few feet away with her head cocked to the side. To his dismay, she still didn't appear to be weirded out.
'She knows what I am! Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.' His mind continued to repeat similar things.
'Calm down Vladimir!'
"I can't calm down!" Vladimir screamed as he shook Otis body.
'I have to run.' Vladimir thought desperately as he stood up off his uncle.
"No, don't!" Otis yelled.
Vladimir was already gone, running as fast as his vampire legs would take him.
'She know what I am!'
He ran faster.
'Meredith knows that I'm a freak.'
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SisCoKid: *exhales* This one took me a while. I had to scrap the original ending and rewrite it. I have a problem with just deleting a chunk of a chapter.....it hurts me more than it should. It also feels weird when I write a chapter and than scrap some of it because the flow and feel of the chapter change. At least that's what I think.
Well, hope you all enjoyed it.