All Over Again (A Young Dracula Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Seven: A Summer's Day

Note: You guys are all telling me that my chapters are too short. I totally agree. BTW, a ginormous and vampiristic shout-out goes to a big Young Dracula fan, 'stormageddon_DLOA' for saying the truth and being an awesome person. 'stormageddon_DLOA', if you read this, comment 'GLITTERY FANGS' in the comment box! Anyways, why am I keeping you waiting? -Wishi

Chapter Seven

Riley's POV

It was an exceedingly cold morning and I felt as though my arms were about to slip right off my body. It was dark; no sunlight bounced off the inner walls of the rooms.

'You saved my sister's life. I owe you mine.' The words kept exploding my my mind, but I pushed them away. Far away.

"Vlad seems to appreciate your presence," a girl in with beautiful red velvet eyes teased. I remembered her from the night before.

"Aisha, right?" I inquired, uncertain of her name, "I'm not going to stay here very long, anyway." I groaned and lifted myself up from the floor. Apparently, they didn't have any beds and I refused to sleep in a coffin, so I ended up sleeping on the floor. I grabbed my bag from a dusty table and walked towards the door as the floor boards creaked in every step. 

"Hey," said a teenaged boy, euphoria flooding his jade green eyes. I smiled, pushing him aside and strolling down the corridor. He flitted in front on me. "Where are you going?"

"Vlad, your offer was nice and all, but I have to do what all trekkers do," I sighed. Vlad looked bewildered. "Trekkers trek."

"Riley, I meant what I said by my life being yours." Vlad's face broke into a disappointed frown as he looked me straight in the eye and said it to me. I knew for sure that I wasn't being hypnotized because I still felt as though it was wrong to stay for another night, however, to be completely honest, I have never slept as good as I slept last night for at least a few years now. "Come with me."

I followed Vlad, my backpack still heavy on my shoulders. It could not be more than 4 a.m. and the sun's scorching rays did not reach any part of the 'building'. 

He took me to the center of what looked like a school where there was a tall, bronze statue of a man with shoulder-length hair and a cloak that draped down onto his polished shoes. He held a nail filer in one hand as he used to other to display in inch long nails.

The statue made me giggle, yet Vlad looked at it with pride and never-ending hope. He ran his fingers across the carving that read;

'Here lies Count Dracula,

A father who fought,

A leader who led, 

And a teacher who taught,

Although he was dead,

Now, he truly rests in peace.'

"I'm guessing he was your dad," I smiled, thinking he would fell uncomfortable if I pat him on the shoulder.

"Yeah." Tears trickled down Vlad's face and plummeted onto the coarse concrete ground. 

"How'd he...? I mean, did he..? What I meant to say is, how did he...?" The words refused to make it out of my mouth. I wanted to know the story behind his tears so badly. I've never actually witnessed a vampire cry.

"It was a summer's day, and I was out with Ingrid, looking for other vamps causing chaos. At least 5 bodies a day were sucked dry, hence we decided to stop it. The sun was just an obstacle in our ways. We looked high and low for our vicious murderer until we found him...I mean, her," Vlad intensified, reaching the climax. "It was my friend, or should I say, ex-friend, Erin--"

"ERIN?!" I gasped, "AS IN ERIN VACCARIA?!" 

"You know her?" he asked, surprised. I nodded, but it was obvious that I was more interested in his recount. "Anyways, so it was Erin. She wanted to get back at me for something I did and broke the first rule of the Vampire's Constitution; Feeding on more than two bodies a day leads to the penalty of death."

I could take an educated guess at the rest of the story. "Your dad filled in for Erin, didn't he?"

"Riley, he was burnt to death," Vlad cried, bursting out in tears, "And then they decided to behead him."  Vlad seemed emotionally unstable, so I didn't know what to say to him.

"We couldn't say anything. We didn't want anyone to die, but the law clearly stated that the penalty was death. Dad said he did all the killing, and his actions turned on him." A girl wheel-chaired herself across the entrance and towards where we were standing.

"How are you feeling?" I questioned, attempting to change the subject.

"I'm better. Thank you for the antidote. How did you know which one I needed?" Ingrid asked, curiosity in her eyes. 

"I've been bitten by a werewolf before. The werewolf snapped my rib cage into two parts and I used that antidote from Mal--my mum," I stuttered, careful not to mention Malik's name.

"Just in case you don't know, you're a hero," Vlad thanked.