Vlad wasn't sure what was meant to happen next. Erin had stormed out of the room, Ingrid and Bertrand were furious at him for doing something so completely moronically brain dead like claiming Wednesday Addams, and really all he wanted was a hot shower and to slink into his coffin for a sleep. The shower he could have, the sleep, not so much. A glance at the clock told him that if he didn't get a move on he would be late for his first class of the day. Grumbling slightly to himself as he pulled on his uniform, an annoyingly chirpy little voice in his head kept reminding him that he liked lessons, and he liked learning. Stupid annoyingly chirpy little voice. It was too early in the day to deal with voices in his head; that wasn't due till the training session with Bertrand that evening probably.

He made it to his first class just as the bell rang, and was fortunate that for once the teacher was running late. He slid into his seat, and rested his forehead against the cool desk. Maybe, if he was lucky, the teacher wouldn't make the 10 minute rule and he could sneak back up to his coffin for this class and his free period next. If he was lucky. It wasn't likely, but he could hope. The desk was nice and cool against his forehead and that was reassuring in its way. He could feel his eyes slipping closed. Maybe he could grab just a couple of minutes...

"Hey, Count, that's some mark you've got there!" The voice of Nick Briggs broke into what was going to be a few blissful minutes of silence. Vlad held back the groan that always wanted to come when Nick spoke. Very much a member of the upper middle class, Nick tried to be anything but. Actually, there was a fair number of students like that at Garside if Vlad was forced to be honest on it, but there was something about Nick that truly irritated. "That'd be from Erin, right? Always the quiet ones," he gave Vlad a knowing nudge. Vlad did not roll his eyes, but he really felt like doing it. "Anyway, that Wednesday, pretty hot." Vlad looked round, one eyebrow raised. Nik didn't take the silent warning. "She seeing anyone?"

It was a harmless enough question. It was entirely a harmless question. It made Vlad's blood boil (metaphorically), and he could feel his eyes turning black and his fangs wanting to lower. "She's taken," it came out in a growl. Anyone who knew Vlad would have taken this as a most important warning sign. Nick,unfortunately, was not so astue.

"Oh, come on, you can put a good word in for me, eh, mate?"

"She's not for others to take!" Vlad snarled, fingers gripping on to the desk so tightly that parts of it just broke off in his hands. Nick stepped back, staring with wide eyes, as the rest of the class turned to look at Vlad who looked … well ready to cause someone some major harm. It made no sense, he was the quiet son of the school governor. He kept to himself, and dated that nice Erin. Until he showed up with that goth girl the other day, well frankly, he wasn't really all that interesting. And now he was looking ready to hurt someone.

Silence reigned over the classroom. Vlad looked around, dropped the pieces of desk on to what was left of it, picked up his bag, and left the room, pushing by the teacher and ignoring said teacher's protests that he really must come back to class; it was getting far too near the exams to play truant! Vlad didn't listen. He could hear a steady heartbeat pounding in his head. The taste of blood filled his mouth.

Wednesday. He had to find her

"Vlad? Why aren't you at classes?" Bertrand was sat at the desk just by the door to the Dracula quarters, and was surprised to see his student back from school so early. Usually he insisted on going to all of his classes, even those which Bertrand could teach him far better, and with much more accuracy than the textbooks allowed for. Apparently this was considered 'cheating'. Bertrand didn't actually see the cheating aspect, surely getting primary source material was still encouraged in History classes? It was mentioned in the textbooks when he was forced to sub; but Vlad still considered using Bertrand's first hand knowledge as cheating. Honestly, the Chosen One was a very confusing being. "Vlad?"

"Huh?" Vlad turned, looking at Bertrand as though he hardly saw him, blinking a few times before he seemed to recognise his tutor. "Oh, Bertrand, hi, I was just..." he trailed off, looking around the quarters with a restless air. "Listen, have you seen Wednesday anywhere?" Bertrand looked carefully at Vlad. He could see the slight darkening of the eyes, the just holding back the fangs. Garlic. He was hoping that with Wednesday being an Addams this wouldn't happen, but it appeared his hopes were being dashed. "Well?"

"I believe she just took tea with Cousin Morticia," Bertrand answered. "She expressed a desire to go below to the crypt to inspect the coffins." Vlad continued to look around the quarters, and Bertrand would have readily bet he hadn't heard a word he just said.

"Crypt. Right. Thanks." Vlad replied, throwing his school bag into a corner of the room, dropping his tie behind him as he made his way down to the crypt using the back staircases that avoided entering the main school area of the building. It was as though there was blood pounding in his head, repeating Wednesday's name over and over until all he could think was a continuous stream of her name and he could smell her blood and just everything surrounding him was Wednesday and he needed her. He entered the crypt quietly, but she still heard him.

"Vladimir," she tilted her head, eyes narrowing just slightly, "you're skipping classes." There was silence for a moment, as she lay her hand flat on top of a coffin lid. "Good. Your classmate are inspid and lack any sort of creativity, they would drain you." She turned to look at the coffin closer, pointedly turning her back on Vlad as he stood in the doorway and stared at her back. Her hair was arranged just so, revealing a flash of perfectly pale neck that he was drawn to.

He was more drawn to her than he realised, his arms wrappd aroun her waist with him having no memory of stepping forward. He rested his chin on her shoulder. "We'll have a coffin like this, if you want. Lined with silk, black if its to your tastes," he murmured, pressing closer, feeling the still steady beat of Wednesday's heart beating against his chest. He risked it, and pressed a kiss against her neck, his mind racing for things she would like.

"Shackles attached?"

"The strongest we can find." Wednesday gave a rare, terrifying smile.

Vlad had never seen anything so beautiful as she leaned in to kiss him.