Witch's Curse

✔Chapter 8

"Hm. I approve." Krone said after she'd finished interrogating Robin. "You could learn a thing or two from this boy, Vlad."

Vlad muttered something to himself whilst The Count gave Robin a pat on the back in congratulations for passing Krone's test, the impact knocking the fake fangs from Robin's mouth.

"A Breather." Krone hissed.

"Run for it!" Chloe yelled as she got up from the ground and quickly ran away, Robin not too far behind her.

"Stop them! They're getting away!" Krone said as Atilla wheeled himself after them.

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"Mixing with Breathers is an unforgivable crime." Krone scolded them.

Thankfully, Robin and Chloe had managed to escape being caught. Unfortunately, the Dracula family plus Maize were now in huge trouble.

"What do you think we should do with them, Atilla?" Krone asked her husband.

Atilla spoke in his native tongue, explaining what he would like done and Krone gasped quietly.

"We couldn't do that." She told him. "I've just had this cloak dry-cleaned."

"Now listen here, you old bat." The Count spoke.

"You wouldn't want the Grand High Vampire to find out about this, would you?" Krone said. "As for you, Vlad, our only grandson, we expected better."

"I think Vlad's proved he's not a worthy heir." Ingrid said. "I think it's only fair that I should take his place."

"Don't be stupid, child. Girls don't inherit the title." Krone told her.

"But granny-"

"No! You're a girl. And don't forget it." Krone said. "Besides, it's about time Vlad started to take his role more seriously. Atilla. My bag."

Atilla handed the elder Vampiress a small, purple bag.

"You are the future of the bloodline, Vlad. As much as I hate to admit it, so's that thing beside you." Krone said.

Maize and Vlad shared a confused look as they wondered what she meant by that, but didn't have any time to ask as Krone moved the conversation along.

"We can't allow you to become an embarrassment like your father." She said as she took something out of her bag and sniffed it. "It is possible, Dracu-losers, under very special circumstances, for a young Vampire to receive his full powers before he is sixteen. For this to happen, he must drink the blood of a Transylvanian bat on his thirteenth birthday."

"Vladdy! It's your thirteenth birthday today!" The Count spoke excitedly as Vlad tried to quietly protest to him revealing that.

"It is? What an amazing coincidence." Krone said. "We shall have the ceremony tonight."

"I don't believe this. This is so unfair." Ingrid complained, only to be ignored.

"This morning, you woke in a bed, a naive and simple boy." Krone said. "Tonight, you will lie in a coffin, an evil and bloodthirsty Vampire."

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"I didn't even get to say goodbye to Robin and Chloe." Vlad said.

He was currently in his room with Maize as he prepared himself for what will be happening later that night.

"And there's so much I still haven't done." He continued. "I've never ridden a bicycle. I've never played rugby or gone camping and I'll never even own a mobile phone."

"No offence, Vlad. But you don't strike me as a rugby player." Maize said.

Vlad sighed.

"What hope is there, Zoltan?" He asked, not hearing any response from the stuffed wolf. "Zoltan?"