You remember how Todd was trying to get into Evan's movie? And Lance and Fred were doing. . . something. And Pietro? Well, this was what he was doing at the time.

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Pietro closed his locker and was heading to Lance's jeep. He stopped walking and looked at a poster on the wall.

It was for the school play called Dracula.

Pietro smirked at the poster.

'Dracula, huh? Heh. How long as it been?'

"Hey, Tro."

Lance and Fred were making their way toward the speed demon. They looked at the poster for the play.

"Ah, Dracula," said Lance. "That's the play Kitty is going to try out for."

"The one she's trying out with the guy you were pretending to be strangling?" Fred asked, innocently.

"Thank you, Blob," Lance said, through his teeth.

"Tch," said Pietro, rolling his eyes. "Just another dumb play. Ya know, I could've been Dracula if I wanted to be."

"How's that? Because you're as pale as a vampire?" smirked Lance.

"That, and I know the guy."

"What?" said the old two mutants.

"Oh yeah. I know the real Dracula."

Lance and Fred laughed.

"Yeah right," said Fred. "Sure you do."

"Good one, man," said Lance. "You really expect us to believe that?"

"It's true!" exclaimed Pietro. "I know the real Dracula!"

"Tro, Dracula isn't real. No vampires are real. They don't exist."

"They do so, Lance! I met them! I was in Dracula's castle when I was younger and still lived in Romania."

"But I thought Dracula lived in Transylvania," said Fred

"Transylvania is in Romania, Blob. I know because I'm Romanian and lived in Romania the first few years of my life."

"And you saw Dracula's castle," said Lance, skeptical.

"Both the outside, and the inside," said Pietro.

"Sure, Tro. Whatever you say."

"I can prove it! If we go to Romania-"

"And how can we do that? Romania is in Europe. We'd need a plane to get there."

"I can take care of that," smirked Pietro.

"It was cool that you were able to steal a jet, Pietro," said Fred.

Pietro, Lance, and Fred were in a stolen jet, Pietro the one flying it.

"Where's Toad?" asked Lance.

"He didn't wanna come," said Pietro. "Said he was trying to get into some movie."

"There it is," he said shortly later, pointing at the castle.

"So that's it," said Lance, looking at the stone castle on top of a mountain.

"We need to land at the bottom of the mountain because there's no room at hte top," explained Pietro. "Plus, so Dracula won't know someone will enter his castle and try to hunt and drink our blood."

"Awwwwwwwww," groaned Lance and Fred, not liking the idea of walking up the mountain.

"It'll be good exercise."

"Screw exercise," muttered Lance.

"Now, now, Lance," teased Pietro. "No need to be a grumpy pants. Now start walking."

Once they finished walking up the steps, lance and Fred were out of breath.

"Must (Pant) Never (Pant) Walk (Pant) Up (Pant) Stairs (Pant) Again," panted Fred.

"Why. Couldn't. There. Have. Been. Escalators!" panted Lance.

"Oh boo-hoo!" sneered Pietro. "You don't see or hear me complaining!"

"Please, Pietro," begged Fred. "Let's stop and rest right here."

"Fine. Five minutes to rest."

After the five minutes, the trio went inside the castle.

"So, this is Castle Dracula," said Lance.

"Yeah," said Pietro. "I remeber the first time I some here. That was the day I met Dracula and some other vampires."

"Enough! There is no Dracula here!"

"Sure there is! I'll prove it!" Pietro cupped his hands together around his mouth and started shouting. "Hey, Dracula! It's me! Pietro Maximoff! You remember! I was the seven year old boy with white hair that fought you and your army of evil vampires and won! Well, I'm baaaaaaaaaaack! Don't be rude! Come out and say hello to me!"

Nothing happened.

"I hope you know that you just wasted four hours of our lives," said Lance. "That's four hours we're never getting back!"

"Just wait! He'll come!"

"No, he won't! 'Cause he's not real! Now let's go home!"

"I hope you learn to stop telling lies," said Fred.

"But I'm not lying!" whined Pietro.

"Stop whining!" snapped Lance.

"I'm not whining! Or lying! Or telling stories! He's real! And he'll come!"

Suddenly, the room filled with millions of bats, flying crazily around them. They stayed close together as the bats flew.

"What's going on?" Fred asked, scared.

"He's coming," whispered Pietro, smiling.

Then bats flew away, except for one, who faced the trio of teen mutants and poofed into black smoke. When the smoke cleared, a man wearing a red and black suite with a gray, ripped cap. He had pale white skin, long black hair, and red eyes. He held a long sword in his right hand. As the man looked at the three, his eyes glowed a blood red and his lips curled into a smirk.

"W-who. . . Who are you?" Lance asked, terrified.

"I am Vlad Dracula. But you may call me Dracula." He looked at Pietro. "Ah, hello, Pietro. We meet again."

"Yes, we do," said Pietro.

"It was so nice of you to visit me," said Dracula, smirking. "And look. You brought two friends over for dinner. How nice."

"T-Tro," Lance said, weakly. "We believe you now. Now please, get us out of here."

"No dinner, Drac," said Pietro. "We only came to prove a point. Now, we're leaving."

"But you must stay."

Vampires soon surrounded them.

"Time for my revenge," said Dracula.

Pietro pulled a sword from a statue's hand. "Bring it!" he challenged.

"What do we do!" asked/yelled Fred.

"Stay alive and don't get bitten!"

Pietro and Dracula had a sword battle.

"Stay alive and don't get bitten he says!" muttered Lance.

Fred picked up a shield to block the evil vampires.

Lance picked up a sword started slashing vampires and defend himself.

Pietro rushed backwards up the stairs, using his sword to block Dracula's sword.

Dracula pushed down, and was face to face with Pietro.

"You were luck last time," said Dracula. "I undersested you because you were just a child. But now, I'm going to suck you dry."

Pietro looked up at the high windows and got an idea.

"Blob! Throw the shield at the windows!"

Fred did so and once the glass broke, the sun light shined through.

All the vampires, Dracula included, cried out as they started to decay.

"!" shouted Dracula.

He and the vampires turned into powder.

"Let's get out of here!" shouted Lance.

"To the jet!" ordered Pietro.

They ran out of the castle, down the mountain, and into the jet. Pietro started the jet and flew it home.

Lance and Fred were panting from the non stop running.

"Sorry, Pietro," said Lance. "We should've believed you. Would've saved us from almost getting eaten by vampires."

"It's cool," said Pietro. "Now you guys now that Vampires are real and that I met Dracula and beat him. Twice!"

"That cool and scary, Pietro," said Fred.

"I just hope he chooses to not attack us for awhile."

"What!" exclaimed Lance and Fred.

"See, a vampire's greatest weakness is sunlight, due to their altered metabolism, vampires are unable to withstand direct sunlight. Sunlight, somehow, caused the ichor to congeal within the vampire's veins and the skin to rapidly decay. Direct exposure to sunlight caused the vampire to dehydrate completely and turn to powder.

Some vampires, such as Dracula, have been able to reform their bodies following being turned to powder from the sun, while others have been completely obliterated from contact with the sun. The conditions in which a vampire can come back from the dead may be particular to one who is rightfully the lord of all vampires."

Lance and Fred paled.

"Don't worry. Dracula may be able to reform himself, but he won't come after us soon. He knows we'll expect him to attack us. So he'll wait for about a year or so. And if we're lucky, he might forget about us because he'll be busy drinking someone else's blood to remember us. At lest, that's what I think is the reason why he never tried to come after me."

"Oh, so we're safe for awhile," said Fred. "That's good."

"Oh thank god," said Lance, releaved.

"Wait 'till Toad hears about this!" said Pietro, excited.

Dracula and vampires exist in the Marvel Comics. Dracula even faced Apocalypse once, but lost and got wounded.

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