Hi, I apologise for the short chapter last time but I just couldn't think of what to put. Thanks and shout out to ShadowVampireGirl I was really touched by your comment. Here's Chapter 2 (it is a little different) and I promise it will get more exciting.

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Disclaimer- I do not own Young Dracula or any of the Characters.

Chapter 2

A thunderous knocking on the front door vibrated throughout the ancient manor. The loud sound slightly shook Vlad's sealed coffin. Vlad was surprised to hear such a noise this early in the afternoon- he had thought no vampire would be awake, apart from him. His dreams had kept him conscious and now the thought of closing his eyes was quite frightening. Conversely, with him being awake his thoughts wondered and many troubled times came to mind along with his happiest memories, although now happiness seemed a word long forgotten.

With a low yawn he clicked his fingers and slowly rose from the velvet cushioning of his metal coffin. It had only been recently that he had learnt not to rise too quickly and you could control yourself when awake a lot better than after being asleep (and having a strange worrying dream).

Just as Vlad started to climb out from his coffin, speeding seemed like too much work, a brunette woman ran into the room her black skirts swaying around her boots. She rose up and looked around before bowing deeply to Vlad who had fallen back into the coffin in shock- it had been a long time since anyone had ran to him. When the young woman stood up again, Vlad recognised her. Catherine Scarlett Lincton.

Catherine had been in Vlad's service for the past two years yet he trusted her completely despite her lack of experience. She was his personal assistant, a very respectful and honourable position for a vampiress of her age. Strangely enough she was even younger than the Chosen one at 21 years of age, barely an adult by the vampiric community nonetheless, she had been taught by the best- or so she thought. Ingrid Dracula the very vampire who had turned her into a half fang, not that the council knew that the Grand High Vampire's representative was a disgraceful bitten vampire. If anyone did find out all involved would be disgraced and they would never be respected, thankfully her secret was kept under fang- cuffs and the sun's rays. Vlad had chosen her not out of pity or because of her sister's like to her but for her knowledge- is what he told people. Not many new but on her application she had put, under aliases, Erin. A name Vlad never had thought he would hear again. Catherine had turned out to be complete opposite and for that Vlad was grateful. She was loyal, intelligent, beautiful and most importantly a friend. Something that was extremely difficult to come by in this time of imprisonment.

Catherine broke Vlad chain of thought with four words, "Sire, the council's here."

"WHAT?" Erupted out of Vlad, a mix of confusion, questioning, distress and anger could be heard in his voice.

"I apologise, your Grandness, but they're demanding that you see them I'm not sure what for but it sounded urgent." That explained the need for running.

"Ok, tell them I'll there soon. Thanks Cate."

"You're welcome, Vladimir. You might want to change." Vlad looked down at his pyjama bottoms and black T-shirt.

"Good idea" Catherine exited in a flourish of black silk; Vlad lay back in his coffin. The council meant one thing… Trouble.

A sigh escaped Vlad lips as he checked his cape before sauntering into his lounge towards the High Council. The way the council sat in a semi- circle around a mahogany table, seated on Vlad's best couches with goblets of blood, perhaps from Vlad's scares supply of human blood, made him want to laugh. The few times they had visited his home always made him feel unnerved. Somehow they made Vlad uncomfortable in his own home.

A strange arm chair was set in the middle of the room; Vlad guessed it was for him.

"Please sit." The voice echoed around the room and Vlad turned to face the council- a large group of serious faces stared back at him- before sitting down.

"Thank you, Émilek" Vlad answered towards Émilek Malfèvre the head of council. He had replaced Morgan after his confrontation with the blood seed and had been rather eager to assume the role. Vlad had warmed to him quickly and was glad that even if his input was not greatly used at least the council was in good hands.

"Your grandness, you may be curious to why we came and I can assure you that it is of no troubling nature."

"Really," Vlad was in shock, "Well, on the bats what are you here about."

"As you know next week is your fifth year of being the vampire's astounding leader and so we wish to hold a feast in your honour. A befitting feast and ball with only the best elegant dining and pleasing guests for you, Sire. We, as the council, will oversee the arrangements, dinner guests, entertainment and all such lark you, my lordship, can just enjoy the lavish time." Émilek finished, a` spectacular laugh flashing his deep white teeth in a wide grin which slightly unnerved Vlad.

"I am touched by the offer, thank you, all of you."

"It is the duty of the council to serve the Grand High Vampire we just accept the gratitude in return, your highness." Émilek smiled again. "Till next week." He made a slight bow before speeding away.

The rest of the council stayed and started to chat among themselves, as they said 'no point in wasting a good vintage of blood.' Vlad, knowing the procedure, started to leave but a figure stopped in his way.

"Can I help you?" Vlad asked the council member. He was curious at the young fellow's upfront behaviour no one had ever simple come up to him face to face. Even if he was not valued much he was still feared- no one was sure of the power the Chosen one held.

Cold blue eyes simply stared at Vlad and he felt as if they were looking into his mind or maybe what was left of his soul. "They are after you. Be careful."

"I'm sorry what do you mean 'be careful'?" Vlad replied

"Your grandness, I'm not sure of what you know about the outside but people need someone to support. Be careful the world is changing. Vampires feel that the council are taking over; I've talked to your sister and your old friend Talitha. They feel they don't know you and I want to warn you be careful don't let faces mask your judgement. Vampires can wear a mask better than human and you have been hidden in shadows for a long time. Sire, grab the opportunity and be careful. The world is in your hands… All of it." Vlad stood there in shock, for the third time. Retaliation was not an option as the black haired man had disappeared into the throng of night- feeders.

Vlad thought. Was he that trapped? Was something truly wrong in the outside world? Why was the council visiting him in the day about a feast?

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