Vlad was exhausted, yet he still couldn't get to sleep. Something was bugging him, although he couldn't figure it out. He had been thinking through some programs for feral vampires like the blood bank he had tried to set up when he was 17. Granted the blood had ran out on multiple occasions, but at least he'd tried. Mabey he was nervous that the Grand High Council would reject his ideas. All of a sudden it hit him like a UV bomb in the face. The peculiar letter on his desk. He longed to open it, but had no motivation to move from his cozy coffin. It couldn't be that important, but why did he feel like it was? Eventually he gave up, and listened to the little, rather annoying voice in his head that had been nagging him for hours. He got up and flitted to his desk in the other room to open this danm thing!
He arrived in under a second. Quickly, he drew the curtains that spilled rays of sun across the room in attempt to NOT be dusted in the middle of the day. He proceeded to look through the papers on his desk, and found the small, brown envelope he had received last night, tucked under a pile of VHC documents. He felt nervous for some reason. If he wasn't undead, his heart would be pounding. He opened the envelope. It's contents were similar to a wedding or party invite at first. He took the 'invite' out of its envelope and was astonished to see the Stokely Grammar School symbol printed at its bottom. Horrified, Vlad stumbled backwards into a large ornate bookcase, making multiple of them fall on his head. Stokely. It was impossible! How could they have found him, and gone to such trouble as well.
Still in shock, Vlad attempted to read the invite but was interrupted. He was moved from the sitting position on the floor he had slipped into and was now positioned against a wall, with a very angry looking Ingrid, gripping his throat with a murderous glint in her eyes. "What the flaming torches was that racket Vlad?! I thought slayers were attacking us you bat brain!" said Ingrid in a whispered, yet screaming tone at her little brother. Still trying to break free from his sister's grip, he managed to wave the invite in the air and muttered "This." with an extremely hoarse voice.
Ingrid snatched the small piece of paper from her brother causing him to fall on his knees. Usually Vlad would never give her even a chance to do that, so naturally, Ingrid took advantage of the stunned looking Vlad she had found slumped on the floor reading a piece of paper. The chocking bit was rather unnecessary really, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. Shifting her mind to the paper Vlad had been reading, she started to read it herself.
Stokely Grammar Reunion Event
We, the head of the Stokely Grammar School council invite you to rejoin your co-students of the past in a night full of fun!
This evening will take place in your old school hall on the 8/3/2020 at 7:30pm.
'That's tonight' thought Ingrid.
We hope to see you soon - Miss Harker (head teacher)
"Are you serious Vlad?!" Ingrid said in a worried voice. She had gone on a killing spree in Stokely and she was now invited to go to a school reunion with the family of multiple people she'd murdered. Forget it! Although it would be fun being the center of attention. But if her old school could track her down, then so could the slayers that were in Stokely at the time. Ingrid's mind was racing then "About what?" asked Vlad. Ingrid had forgotten, mabey Vlad hadn't finished reading the papers invitation they had recived. She handed the invite to Vlad and watched his face fill with a pained expression as he read. "That's tonight" he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Yes, I figured." said Ingrid in a voice riddled with annoyance. She wasn't that stupid! "What are we going to do" she asked.
Vlad was frozen. His brain kept going over the same thought. Robin! He hadn't seen his best mate for years. Vlad doubted Robin knew he existed by now. But what if he did. Trying to clear his mind, his sister repeated her question. "Oi Vlad! What are we going to do?!" Vlad was still on his knees and looking quite helpless so Ingrid tugged at his sleeve and told him to sit down properly. Vlad proceeded to get up and sit on the large leather chair he had been sitting in a few hours ago.
Vlad still had hope that his hypnosis had failed, and that Robin had miraculously received his memory back like the Van Helsings. He missed his old friend more than anything. Having a friend, even if he wasn't actually all that normal didn't stop Vlad feeling normal when he was around him. Vlad realised he'd never find out if Robin's mid wipe was still in tact if he didn't bother visiting. He made his mind up then and there. He would go to the reunion tonight, with or without Ingrid.
Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter, but i sorta came to a conclusion without realising. It also didn't help i kept changing the plot line in the middle of writing it.
The next chapter isn't located in the Dracula house hold, im just gonna say that just in case of any confusion. ;)
Please RR if you can. Thanks for reading~Minty
