"I'll be down in a minute; I need to get my trainers"

Damn! It was Ian. He was going to catch me I knew it and then little old Robin will be grounded forever...and...and...

"I'm going to play football yea yea yeeeeaaahhhh!"

Urgh! He was singing. I heard his door open and then close. It was now or never, I had to get back to my room. I grabbed the Latin books and leaped out of Chloe's room. I darted back into my own and shut the door as quietly and quickly as I could. I stuffed the books under my bed and pulled my duvet over my head trying to catch my breath just as I heard Ian's door open.

"Chloe's left her door open, oh dear, oh dear!"

I wish he'd shut up!

I heard two doors shut. Ian was obviously oblivious to the fact that Chloe never leaves her door open. I had being saved I was about to get up but my door opened and in walked Ian.

"Hey Goth Boy! Enjoying being grounded are you?" He scoffed

"Shut it Ian" My voice was muffled through the duvet so I threw it off me.

" Oh…by the way me and Paul are going out, so you're going be home alone." He said picking up an item of my clothing. Horror struck his face when he realised he had picked up a pair of my boxers and he threw them down almost immediately, pulling a face of disgust. I couldn't help but snigger.

"Why where's mom and dad?" I asked happily.

"Last minute plans apparently, some dinner with old friends" Ian went to leave but stopped and turned back to Robin.

"Oh and Robin?"

"Yeah?" I looked up at him as he crossed his arms looking at me sternly.

"No funny business, if you go out we'll know" He shook his head then left.

I went to the window and waited for them to leave, watching them as they strolled down the street. It was getting quite hot in here so I opened my window to get some air. A huge gust of air almost blew me completely backwards. I got myself together and picked up the newly acquired Latin books and started searching for the words in question; 'Dominus Imperitus Electus'

I noticed that the first letter of each word spelt D.I.E which really didn't help my feelings on the whole situation. I just hoped that somehow this was all an elaborate plan by Ian and Paul to creep me out.

"Dominus Imperitus Electus…they you are" I read aloud. "Chosen one to govern…"

Another shiver hit me. Everything about this was haunting yet somehow it was all linked to me. These words had to be something to do with this frequently mentioned Vlad, he had to be the key in all of this.

Chosen One To Govern…

Young Dracula…

Vlad…