Stop And Bite Me (Young Dracula Fanfiction)

Chapter 20

Vlad POV

“The breathers aren’t going to know what’s bit them, eh vladdy.” Dad asked.

“They will know.” I said as cold as ice.”I’ll have to tell them before I kill them. It’s just fun isn’t it.” I said opening my mouth my fangs retracted outwards.

“Let’s go bite some breathers.” I said.

“Do you know where to go?” Dad asked.

“The nearest town, of course.” I said.

“Are you sure, that’s wise vladdy?” Dad asked. He prepared for my reaction.

“WHY WOULDNT IT BE?” I roared. He stepped backwards.

“Because... there are slayers hunting us.” Dad said. He paused not understanding my emotions.

“So?”I asked, “why should we hide, because we're being hunted?”

“Yes, why can’t you understand?” Dad asked.

“Because... I have lost what I was living for.” I said, as my voice became less cold and more human.

“Vladdy...” Dad said. He could understand what I was going through; it was obvious he fancied McCauley.

“You dont know shes alive somewhere, you just have to search.” Dad said.

“How?” I asked.

“You'll know, the vision will come to you.” Dad said.

“How long will it take?” I asked.

I was feeling fragile without Erin, suddenly the vision hit me.

“You really dont have a clue do you?” The voice asked. The voice pulled the scarf off my Erin.

I could feel how scared she was.

I gasped as I was pulled out of the vision. I stumbled around the floor, I gasped for breath realising I didn’t need to breath, but Erin did. We were connected; she was using me and my powers to stay alive.

 “Vladdy?” Dad asked.

“Yeah?” I said weakly.

“Whats wrong?” Dad asked.

“I need blood.” I said weakly.

Of course, RENFIELD, bring the soy blood.” Dad roared. Renfield appeared.

“No, I need blood.” I said.

“You mean breather blood?” dad asked in disbelief.

“Yes.” I said.

“RENFIELD, get a bottle of vintage blood hurry.” Dad shouted.

Renfield appeared as if he'd ran a marathon.

“Here, Sire.” Renfield said.

Renfield poured the blood into a cup and put it too my lips, something wasn’t right. I drank the blood, it tasted different to Erin’s, and it was almost too different.

I put the cup down, I had another vision.

“He’s drinking someone else isn’t he?” the voice asked.

“Vlad wouldn’t do that.” Erin said proudly.

I was pulled out of the vision. What have I done?