Chapter 2
Vlad's P.O.V.
It always ends that way. I never know what happens next and it seems like I never will. I just can't figure out why I'm dreaming of her. I've only just met her and she's already gotten under my skin. All I can think about is that girl. The one girl who in two days has managed to light my world up. Made me laugh for the first time since almost ever. The girl who's listened to me intently and helped me sort out my problems. Someone is listening to me for once giving me advice. She talks to me not like an unwanted little brother. Like someone above her. She's talking to like I'm her friend like we're equal and I'm not her King or royalty. Like in her eyes I'm just a boy. A normal boy. Everything is clear around her. When she walks through the door a constant weight on shoulders lift and I can just have fun. I've never really known someone like her. She's funny, intelligent even with dyslexia and so easy going she can make anything fun. Even revision.
"Ah Vladdy my boy!" Dad exclaimed as I walked through the door of the throne room "We were just talking about how well you were doing in training!" I raised my eyebrows. There was no point in denying it. I wasn't doing well in training. The only elements I'm good at are the physical things that don't require any mental strength like hand-to-hand combat and martial arts. I'm almost as good as Bertrand in that field but I just can't get telepathy down. Which I have been reminded more times than I can count I should have mastered by now. Whenever we do practice Bertrand always says he's getting nothing from me. I suppose honing my powers to manipulate the elements is going ok but what is that going to do if I can't use my mental strength to put more force behind my actions. "I'm guessing Bertrand hasn't mentioned the fact that I'm useless at telepathy" I pointed out. Dad turned to Bertrand in confusion "You said he had it down to an art" Dad said jabbing a finger in Bertrand's way. Bertrand nodded taking a sip from his blood. "He has." He said frankly "He just doesn't know it. You always send me an image in practice but not the one you need to" I frowned. He wasn't making any sense. "What do you mean?" I asked in bemusement "You always say you don't get anything in practice" Bertrand put his cup down and paused a moment as if thinking of what to say. "I didn't want to encourage that… distraction" Dad's head snapped to me wearing an expression demanding an explanation. I just shrugged unable to think of one. "Always the same image. Never the right one and not in any-way linked to your training." Bertrand raised his eyebrows as he leant forwards on his elbows waiting for me to connect the dots. "Have you ever actually kissed her Vlad?" he asked "have you told her you've fallen for her?" I felt my eyes widen in shock. This couldn't be happening. If they knew all I thought about was Erin. That I'd fallen in love with her they'd indefinitely take it the wrong way. See her as a distraction and want her dust as a trophy. That's why she doesn't know. That's why I keep my feelings buried but so much for protecting her. "She's a liability Vlad. Deal with this or I will" Suddenly anger surged through me and a growl rumbled deep in my chest. "You won't touch her" I said dangerously. Bertrand smirked deviously. Slowly he stood and walked round the table to where I was standing. Automatically I readied my-self for a fight clenching my fists and focusing my mind. I trained my sight on Bertrand as he lent his face so close to mine our noses were almost touching. "Then do something about it" he said. In a shot, I let my fangs lower to their full glory and hissed aggressively. Bertrand did his best to seem unfazed but there was an obvious flinch just before he composed himself. "Training in five minutes" Bertrand said standing tall. He gave me a sideways glace before leaving the room.
Erin's P.O.V.
Something wasn't right. I could feel it. Like and ache in my chest. It wasn't normal. It was… indescribable like someone was trying to communicate with me but not someone outside of me. Someone in me. Like my body was harbouring another being that wants to escape. I had this… unnatural feeling. Like I knew something horrible was going to happen. I know even for a slayer this is not average. There might be something wrong with me. Maybe I don't belong in this world or maybe I know someone else doesn't and my body is itching to put it right. Like my body has a mind of its own.
I was scared. I didn't know what was happening to me. I looked down at my hands and my jaw dropped. My hands weren't my hands. They were gnarled with age and knobbly joints stiff with arthritis protruded at strange angles stretching out the thin grey skin now calloused and dirtied from years of hard labour. Suddenly I wasn't in my room anymore. I was in a filthy grey asylum room with a single mirror hung on the stone wall, rust forming on the edges and condensation fogging it up. A single barred window shed little light into the room only enough to show a mattress on the floor and pillowcase stuffed full of material sheds.
Slowly I stood and walked to the mirror. I lifted one of the grotesque hands and wiped away the cold water and I gasped when I saw something so horrifying only a truly twisted person could stomach looking at it. I screamed throwing my fists wildly at the mirror and it shattered. Shards flying all over the room and cutting my arms, chest, face, neck. Every piece of bare skin they could find. Then black. Then nothing. No echo of my scream of the mirror breaking. Silence. Then. A voice. A familiar voice.
A/N Thanks for reading this fanfic. Reviews encouraged constructive criticism welcomed! I hope you enjoyed chapter two. I know it's quite dark. The meaning is sort of philosophical so just think about meanings and don't take what I've written literally. Think of Erin's P.O.V. as a metaphor. Her appearance represents the impurity she sees in her-self for lying to Vlad. By the way this is not actually what she looks like in the story you'll get it once you read the next chapter.
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