Disclaimer: I do not own Young Dracula. The original idea behind this fanfiction belongs to MissSexyRain.
Warnings: Blood and gore! Now BloodBites chapters.
BloodBites says: Finally writing my own chapter. I adopted this fanfic from MissSexyRain.
The sight of Uncle Ivan nearly made the Count's heart start again. But that wasn't the biggest shock because behind Ivan was his son, Boris. He looked nothing like a soon to be vampire. Boris was the stereotypical dork. He even had the asthma inhaler. It took all their self control for the two Dracula siblings not to burst out laughing. The stories of Ivan the Bloodthirsty were all straight down the drain.
"Big bro," Uncle Ivan said in greeting to the eldest Dracula.
The Dracula's returned to Stokley castle after an introduction. It turned out that Ivan was now a 'vegetarian' vampire who used sun tan in a bottle for his 'healthy glow'. Fortunately for the Count it turned out that Ivan's family weren't all pathetic or vegetarian. But unfortunately it was the daughter who was the true 'vampire'. Robin kept asking questions about the Count and Ivan's younger days. Or at least he tried. Ivan kept cutting him of saying that was the past and everyone makes mistakes.
"Vlad, you should have told me you're uncle was so lame. I wouldn't have come if I had known," Robin complained.
"Big bloodthirsty vampire is a yes, vegetarian not going to kill you vampire is a no," Vlad said trying to make Robin see sense, "Explain to me how that makes sense."
"Your dad is cool because he is a proper vampire. Ivan just is... well, he's like you but worse because he used to be cool," Robin said not realising what the darkening look in Vlad's eyes meant.
"So I'm not cool," Vlad said as his fangs dropped.
"N-no it's not that. I just meant... you need to accept what you are," Robin stuttered.
Vlad ignored the comment and lowered his fangs to Robin's neck. Instantly Robin's heart sped up. Even though it was what Branaugh wanted it still terrified him to have his best friends fangs millimetres away from his neck. Just before his fangs could break skin Vlad ran off. He'd done it again. He'd nearly bitten someone. It was Boris who was supposed to be the vampire. Stupid, wimpy Boris Dracula not him. Not Vlad. Not yet.
Crina and Mary remained in their hiding place. Mary had brought Crina some modern clothes. Crina didn't like them. They made her feel like a boy. She tried to get some nice dresses but they were all short. She had been trying clothes on all day. It was starting to get boring and Crina was a girl who loved her clothes. Crina was however only young. She had transformed into a vampire on her thirteenth birthday justr without the burning in the sun but her reflection had joined her early. That had only been six months before. Her family, like many vampire families, were old fashioned. Before Crina and Mary had arrived in the United Kingdom Crina had been treated the way a vampire girl should be. An arranged marriage. But that was before everything happened.
BloodBites: Hope I've made done Crina justice. There's a story there that I'm going to play on. I know this is short but I want to get it out there. Any comments are appreciated.