It was only a few hours ago that Jonathan had pieced together his master plan. Upon receiving the invite to the school reunion, he had noticed the text reading
this invite is sent out to all students that attended Stokely Grammar from 2000-2010
He figured that the Draculas must've recived the same invite. They wouldn't suspect a slayer attack in a school reunion, would they? At that thought, he gathered the best slayers, sharpened their steaks and had made their way to Stokely Grammar. They would dust that devious Vladimir Dracula, along with his sister if it was the last thing they did!
As he stood in the doorway of the hall, he saw all the ex-students dancing happily. They were so naive to think that they were safe here. There were two bloodsucking monsters in their midts for God's sake! He gave the signal to a fellow slayer to turn on all the lights of the darkned hall, along with turning the music off. He could feel the two vampires staring right through his soul, longing to bite his neck and drain him of his blood, but he'd be too quick for that.
The lights were turned on, and then he spoke. "Vladimir and Ingrid Dracula, show yourselves, or Robin Branagh gets it!"
The lights had suddenly turned on and the music had stopped. Robin, along with everyone else looked around, trying to figure out why. He then heard Jonathan Van Helsing's voice echo through the hall. "Vladimir and Ingrid Dracula, show yourselves, or Robin Branagh gets it!" 'What was that supposed to mean?' Robin thought. Ingrid and Vlad had also split up, after saying something about slayers. Robin was alone for what felt like the thousandth time tonight. Then it hit him. Jonathan was a slayer! Robin had just made sence of things when two large men grabbed him and dragged him all the way to Jonathan, who was now standing on top of a table. "Yep, that's him" Jonno said to the large men either side of Robin. Just when Robin went to ask Jonno what was going on, he felt a blunt pain in his jaw. He was knocked out cold.
'Oh bats. Oh bats, bats, bats!' Vlad thought to himself. Robin had just been punched in the face by slayers and was now passed out. Slayers were supposed to protect breathers, not punch them in the face for garlic's sake! What did Jonno mean by "Robin Branagh gets it" aswell. Something told Vlad that he didn't want to find out. His mind was racing. Then something managed to penetrate his thoughts, Ingrid. She was telepathically screaming 'What the hell are we going to do now?!' 'I turn myself in, then kill him?' suggested Vlad. 'Don't be so stupid you zombie brained zombie! They'll find out what we are!' she snarled. 'You got any ideas?' Vlad asked. 'We could just put up a fight. Battle it out? No, no, bargain with them! Tell them we'll rip everyone's throats out if they don't let us go.' Ingrid suggeted. Vlad sarcastically said 'Well that's definitely less obvious, isn't it!'. Ingrid huffed. Vlad continued to say 'No Ingrid. You saw what they did to Robin! They don't care who gets hurt, they just want out dust!' They were beginning to panic. How were they going to get out of this one.
After a minute of silence, Vlad told Ingrid 'Y'know, screw it, I'm going to go out there and rip his throat out! I'm starving anyway! I don't care if everyone finds out what we are, I can just mind-wipe them so they won't go off telling straight away.' Vlad's reflection was starting to takeover. He felt more impulsed to tear Jonno limb from limb by the second! He started pushing his way through the crowd to destroy that Van Helsing! He should appreciate the last minutes of his neck being in tact, because soon it would have two holes in it.
Everyone around him was in complete shock. Vlad was reading their minds as he passed. 'What the hell's Count doing?' 'If Vlad and Ingrid are Draculas, are they vampires?' 'Well, Van Helsing certainly's on crack!' The last one made him chuckle.
He arrived where a clearing had been made by the slayers. He was suprised to see his sister making her way through the crowd aswell. All of a sudden, he saw a pointy wooden object fly towards him from the corner of his eye.
'Perfect.' Thought Jonathan. Vlad was distracted! He threw a stake with deadly precision towards Vlad's heart. To Jonathan's disappointment and shock, Vlad caught the stake mid air. Vlad turned round to face him and sniggered "Oh Jonathan! You know that one won't work on me," Vlad declared as the stake burst into flames. "You never learn, do you?" Admittedly, he had tried that move on Vlad multiple times, and failed. The timing had seemed perfect. How could he have caught it. Jonathan blamed it on Vlad being the Chosen One. Ingrid decided to join in "He's the Chosen One Van Helsing. You're gonna need a bit more than just a stake." Jonno was deeply annoyed. Vampires really did like to, as they would call it 'play with their food'. Luckily Jonno had come with a bit more than just a stake, he'd also brought an army. "Well aren't you lucky, I've happened to locate a slayer at every exit of this school. You're not going anywhere!" He relished the panic filling the face of the Draculas. Oh yes! Victory was in his grasp.
The chapter got a little long, so i halved it. Hopefully the second part will be out later on, although i probably still need to spellcheck it.
Please review if you can ~ Minty
