Before readers start reading, I just gotta say a special thanks to my reviewers: baffledcarcajou1, RavenBowie , PokeThunder, Stella Hawk. You people really help want to me keep writing! Just gotta say though, RavenBowie, that was funniest threat I've ever had in my entire life, so thanks for that! ;).
(Oh yeah, the 'Mrs' in the last chapters was 'Miss McCauley', I couldn't remember her real name and was to lazy to bother finding out).
Anyways, on with the story:
Outside of Miss McCauley's office:
Vlad, Ingrid and the Count stood quietly outside of Miss McCauley office, quickly talking over how they were possibly going to convince Miss McCauley that Robin was part of their family and that she really didn't need to get the police involved.
"Right, so were're all agreed", continued Vlad, "If this doesn't work out, I hypnostise her, alright?". The Count, frowned, unhappy at the idea of having his precious Miss McCauley hypnotised once more, he shook it off and muttered, "Yes alright, alright, just... get behind me and wait...".
The Count took a deep breathe in and knocked on the door before opening it slightly and smiling 'nicely', "Miss McCauley, may we come in?".
Miss McCauley smiled back at him before questioning, "We?". The Count nodded, opening the door fully and stepping into the room, Vlad and Ingrid hurridley walking in after him, "Yes, I brought my children here to... Oh!". The Count exclaimed making a great show of sweeping across the small office and crouching down next to Robin, who sat hunched in a corner of the room, "Oh! Thank goodness, You found him!".
Miss McCauley glanced confusedly from the confident Count to the huddled and terrified Robin, "You... Know him?".
"Yes! Of course!", Exclaimed the Count, ignoring Robin's nervousness as he pulled the goth boy up to a standing position, holding him up with one arm around his shoulder, "He's my brother's child".
Miss McCauley gave a confused stare, "I thought you said all your siblings were... Dead?". The Count paused, "Yes, they are... He's my only nephew...".
"Okay... So why did I find him running half a mile away from here". "He escaped". "You've been keeping him in the castle?" "Oh, no no, but he's recently been kept in the institute for the er...", the Count tapped the side of his head with his index finger.
Miss McCauley would have further questioned this, had it not been for Robin's hastened responce sealing his own fate.
"No, no it not true!", Robin suddenly yelled, tearing his arm from the Count's clammy grasp and moving closer towards Miss McCauley, "It's not fuckin true! ...They're vampires!", Robin's eyes madly glanced around the room, eyeing up Vlad and Ingrid, "All of them".
The Count gave a slight fatherly sigh, as if he was used to this behaviour, "Robin, my boy, please don't swear", came the Count's unusally polite comand.
Robin glared at the Count, backing away even further from him, "No, no don't you dare, don't-". Robin glanced back to Mrs, he only had to look at her face to know whose story she was siding with, Robin trembled, getting desperate as he spoke to her, "Please, I'm not fucking mad! ...It's him! He's a fucking vampire, he's trying to kill you, he wants to kill me too, they all do!".
Miss McCauley gave a sad look to the demented goth, "Oh dear, he's not well is he?".
All three of the Draculas solemly shook their heads.
Realising he was fighting a losing battle, Robin made a high pitch whining noise, he pressed his hands against his eyes and slid his back down against a wall landing on the floor and folding into himself, he remained quiet.
Miss McCauley glanced from him to them, "So... Do you want me to phone the institute or...?".
The Count shook his head, smiling, "We've already done that, we agreed to keep him at home for now...".
"Shut up, shut up!", Robin screamed, hating that he had no say in anything that could or would happen to him, he groaned loudly and started to viciously beat the back of his head against the wall closest to him.
"Robin!", Vlad exclaimed, worried for his best friend's health, he ran over and grabbed Robin by the head and shoulder, moving him far enough away from the wall to prevent him from causing further harm to himself.
Fully restrained, Robin stared up at Vlad and growled, "Fuck you! Fuck you! You killed my sister!".
The Count rolled his eyes, "He did not kill your sister Robin, a car crash did".
Robin stared at the floor and continued to mutter unhappily to himself. Vlad took this time to slightly let go of Robin and take out a folded up photo from his wallet, he unfolded it and handed it to Miss McCauley. Miss McCauley glanced at the photo it was of Robin and Vlad when they were 10, they stood side by side and pulled faces at the camera.
Vlad smiled sadly, truthly saying, "This was me and Robin when we were kids, he used to be ok".
Ingrid pulled a face, she whispered to Vlad as Miss McCauley stared the picture, "You still carry that photo around with you?!".
Vlad shrugged to Ingrid, "It's nice to remember that things used to be normal-er around here".
Half an hour later:
The Count held Robin up by one of his shoulders while Vlad held the other shoulder. They exchanged glances (Vlad worried and the Count mildly irritated) as they both walked the regretful Robin back to the lounge in their part of the castle, Ingrid opened and closed the doors for them as they went.
Finally back in the lounge, Ingrid swung the door closed, as the Count relinquished his grip on Robin, quickly wiping his hand against his coat, as if the hand had been contaminated. Vlad sat a very ridgid and terrified looking Robin into a small armchair.
Robin pulled up his feet and curled into himself, staring at the floor as the Dracula's spoke between themselves.
The Count grinned to his only son and heir, "Nice work Vladdy, my son and I what a team-". Ingrid glared darkly at the Count, "And what about me?". The Count raised an eyebrow, appathetically glancing her way, "What about you Ingrid?". Ingrid glared and she stepped towards the Count, full of irritation and rage, "What about me?! Well I was the one who-".
"Please!", Vlad called out, stepping in between his feuding father and sister and holding his hands up, "Can we just save this till later? ...I've got college tomorrow and I'm sure Robin could do with going to bed too...".
His family subdued, Vlad turned to Robin, holding his hand out to him, "Come on Robin, you wanna go to bed?". Robin merely shook his head, "No, no no nono nonononono", Robin seemed almost go off into his own world as he suddenly gave out a continuous high pitch whine and physically shook. Vlad sighed, "Come on Robin, it's okay, you'll be fine!", Vlad called, pulling gently at one of Robin's arms, trying to get Robin to move his hands from his ears so he could hear him.
The Count rolled his eyes as he watched the scene esclate, "Reinfield", the Count finally called, distainfully eyeing the situation as Reinfield walked over to him, "Yes Master?". The Count glanced from the scene of mayhem, (Vlad was desperately trying to get a screaming Robin to listen to him whilst Ingrid was seated on an opposite armchair, apathetically reading a magazine) to the over-eager Reinfield, "You know what to do".
Reinfield nodded and snook around the back of Robin's chair, un-noticed by Robin and Vlad who were too caught up in the moment. Grinning proudly to himself, Reinfield quickly and carefully took out a long needle from the inside of his coat pocket. Reinfield jabbed it into Robin's left flailing arm, earning a shriek of suprise from Robin who tore his arm away and cradled it to himself.
Reinfield quickly walked back out of the room, not wanting to be there when the Draculas started arguing.
Vlad stared at Robin before glancing up at his father, "What the hell did you just do to him?!". The Count shrugged appathetically, "Oh, just a light sedative(!)".
"A light what- Robin, are ok?", Robin just shook his head, pushing weakly against the Count who strode over and easily picked him up. Unable to stop him, Vlad ran after his father, who wordlessly and easily carried Robin out of the 'living' room like a small insolent child, striding into Vlad's room and dumping Robin onto his floorbed.
The Count glanced distainfully at Robin, who lay on the floorbed too weak to move himself into a sitting position. The Count look around as Vlad walked in, sneering and moving closer to his only son, "My advise Vladdy, the only good breather, is a dead one". Vlad arrogantly stared up at his father, "Is that what you'd say about Miss McCauley too?". The Count gave him a dark stare, turned and left.
Vlad sighed picking up a bedcover from a corner of the room, and gently throwing it over Robin. Vlad talked to Robin as he turned his back, opening his coffin, "Look, it's okay Robin, you and me, we're mates, we're best friends, and I promise, no one's ever going to be drinking your blood ever again". His back still to Robin, Vlad heard a strange, hollow, crazed laugh fill the room, Vlad had to turn around to make sure it was infact Robin who was making such a chilling sound.
Still stuck, lying on his back, Robin finally stopped laughing, a dark smile remaining, frozen on his lips, "You think that's 'all' they did?". Glad Robin was finally talking to him again, Vlad moved closer and sat down on the floor facing Robin, "Well what did they do then?". Robin stared over to Vlad, he stopped smiling and frowned slightly, staring back up at the ceiling. Vlad sighed, hating the silent treatment, "Look Robin, I can't help you unless you tell me... I mean come on you're talking to a vampire here, what did they do that was so bad you can't tell me?".
Robin's frown remained, talking in an almost monotone way as he replied, "Use your imagination... I tried everything to protect myself and even more so for her, but they'd do whatever they wanted, they're stronger and quicker and smarter, I knew I'd never win... and I never did".
"W-What do you mean?", Vlad forced himself to ask, not quite wanting to know but not be able prevent himself from asking. Shaking, Robin lifted and turned his head to face Vlad, giving him a pained, twisted smile, his eyes slowly dulled and he fell back to his bed- The drug had taken over and Robin was finally asleep.
The Next Morning:
Vlad was unable to get any word about last night out of Robin, his tongue loosening seemed to have purely been the work of the drug, and he had now clammed up about the whole affair. Still, at least Robin seemed to have calmed down enough to have breakfast with them.
The Count sat the head of the small black table, while Ingrid sat the opposite side to Vlad and Robin, she watched with mild interest as Vlad poured cornflakes and milk into Robin's bowl. "So children", the Count spoke, breaking the previous silence and causing Robin to slightly cringe, "Any plans for this afternoon? Anyone want 'me' to keep an eye on a certain breather?", the Count sneered and showed his fangs to Robin who immideiately ducked down behind Vlad's chair. "Dad!", Vlad exclaimed, physically grabbing Robin so he couldn't run off 'again'.
The Count rolled his eyes, "Well it's not my fault, how do you expect me to react when you place fresh blood at my table and say I can't drink it- It's enough to drive anyone slightly mad... Vlad glared, "Well you can't, anyways me a Robin are going to school now so-". "What?!", interrupted Ingrid. Vlad glanced at her as he gestured to himself and his best friend who seemed to repetatively rock in his chair, "We are going to school".
Ingrid laughed, "You do know know that you can't take your breather to school with you, Vlad?", she pointed at Robin, "...Look at him, he's demented!". "Your sister's right Vlad", the Count uttered before sneering, "Looks like you'll just have to find 'someone' else to take 'care' of him".
Vlad sighed, staring at the table, he knew they right, he glanced back up, "Ingrid, could you watch him for me?".
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