Egbert

Evil as plain as the scar on his Face

This is unnecessary. I'm tiny. Why would he feel the need to chain me up? And turn the light off? Hans is a villain with absolutely no class. Once I get out of this, I will kill him. I took that boy under my wing, taught him how to feed. And this is the thanks I get? He kidnaps me and has the audacity to keep me in my own home. I'm locked on to one of my own kitchen stools. I thought I'd be at least taken to a dungeon somewhere. This kid has no imagination.

"Hans?" I yell. There's no reply and from what I can hear, it sounds like he's upstairs. Rude. The least he could do is keep his hostage company.

I pull at the chains behind me, trying my best to break free but it's not working. They're stronger than I am. It's like they're made from titanium. Yep, that's exactly what they're made of. 98% titanium and 3% aluminium, I'm not sure how that works out but I can't argue with the branded label on the cuff. Made in Germany wouldn't you know? I'm never getting out of these.

"Eg I need you to remain calm." Hans switches the light on and steps into the room slowly. I cross my legs and fold my hands in my lap.

"I am calm Hans. I'm extremely calm. Because I know if I weren't excessively calm right now, you would be dead. And also my mouth tastes like beef. Not the good beef. Oh no, it's the bad kind. The poorly cooked- give you diarrhoea kind of beef. I want you to remember that Hans. Remember the pain that you're putting me through, remember the diarrhoea mouth you've given me."

"There's a reason for this, I swear. Vikram's okay, he's still at the reception. Your father he called me and wanted me to take you back here, make sure you were properly secure so you couldn't leave. He says it's for your own good and we're to wait until it's time for your flight to leave."

"That's all very well and good Hans except my father, and I know him well enough to know this, would never tell you to do that. I already promised I would go and I am Dracula, I keep my word. He knows that. He taught me that. So why don't you tell me the real reason."

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"That's all he told me, I swear. He called and wanted to make sure you were out of the way."

"I see. I think I can grasp what happened here, you were duped and my father is planning to do something extremely malicious for which I must not interfere. I'm assuming because of the time of night and his last hunt, it'll be a town massacre. Including, but not limited to, all the people you love, your mother, Vikram, your friends, and most likely your dentist. Actually not your dentist, he has a healthy respect for dentists. But your paediatrician is gone."

"What? That doesn't make sense, he wouldn't lie to me. I'm his..." he trails off, looking at me like a deer in the headlights. "I'm his apprentice."

"When would he even tell you that?"

"That night, the night of the party when Mrs Iqbal was drained."

Drained. Now he's starting to sound like my father.

"He found me in your room. He knew my father, he said my father that h-he left for good reason. That he could help me be who I was meant to be. H-he's going to help me Egbert."

I know he wants me to ask how but I'm not going to ask.

He doesn't continue.

That's fine, I'll wait.

I'm waiting.

Alright that's enough. "How is he going to do that Hans?" I ask, dripping sarcasm

"I'm going with you to St. Ambrogio's. You're parents got me a place. I'll be able to learn everything there is to know about my abilities."