Authors Notes: I recently received a review saying this particular storyline was copied from another author on . I would just like to say; I did NOT copy this, its a fairly simple storyline and anyone could think it up. I'm not sure who 'Beth' is, but I can assure her this plot was created by me.
Hope you enjoy the chapter :)
Chapter 4
Vladimir threw on about six different capes before deciding on the first one: A simple plain black one. But just as he was fastening around his neck, Count Dracula appeared at the doorway of Vladimir's bedroom.
"Father." Vlad said dryly. The Count's eyes narrowed. But Vlad didn't care. His father could do whatever he wanted with his own life but Vlad was determined to live life the way he wanted. Count Dracula pulled a ebony box from under his cape, presenting it to his son. Vlad looked down on the box doubtfully.
"A little gift for my son and heir." The Count looked at his son expectantly. Vlad plastered on a fake smile and opened the lid carefully. Inside was a cape, black silk trimmed neatly and surrounded with blood red fabric. It looked like his very first cape.
"Dad, it's terrifying! This will be perfect." Vlad lied. In truth, he hated capes all together. But The Count would go ballistic if he knew. Plus he'd gone through all the trouble of getting it for him.
"Vladdy, you look divine." His father said proudly, doing his cape up for him. "Vladdy" smiled up at his father, dreading the next words. "It's time."