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Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Supernatural - Vladimir D. & Erin N. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 6,604 - Reviews: 34 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 01-28-13 - Published: 04-21-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8046142
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Eating flying saucers Yumm!

This chapter is short but effective I would say.

Lemonybean: Hopefully I will have the next chapter done soon So love everyone's lovely comments :p

LiveAndLoveLife: I really like Miss McCauley, I think she is really head strong and not afraid of the Dracula's :D

Do you want me to kill someone? O_o

Charchisto: Yeaah I would definitely choose to escape and anyone whos watched seasons 1 and 2 has to know Robin hates school more than anything. Hopefully I can update soon enough but I dunno I have a lot of stories Thaaankkkss! I love writing about Vlad rebelling, it's kinda his nature :p

Jabifan4eva: I'm glad people enjoy it!

Chapter 5 – Unstoppable

"Vlad, this is a bad idea," Robin grumbled trailing along behind the vampire. "Vlad!" He heard a sort of grunt in reply. "VLAD WAIT!" Vlad stopped directly outside the doors and turned to face Robin with an empty expression. "Have you noticed something?" Robin asked sarcastically "It's sunny! You will burn!" Vlad snarled and Robin went quiet.

"I know what I'm doing…" He growled with a definitely finality that Robin wasn't going to argue with.

"But," Robin didn't finish his sentence because Vlad's eyes flashed black causing the sky to turn dark blue suddenly and with a flash of thunder it started raining. "Oh… I guess you could do that," He murmured slightly in awe of Vlad's power display.

Vlad pushed the doors open and Robin pulled his leather jacket around him tightly as cold wind suddenly blew in his direction.

"We are going out… in that? Vlad I am going to end up as a block of ice!" Robin shrieked slightly hysterically and girlishly. Looking outside the sky was almost black and grey clouds were covering the sky. Rain poured down soaking everything and Vlad simply stepped out in his school uniform. "Shouldn't we wear something 'appropriate' for the weather…?" Maybe he could stall Vlad.

"Yes," Vlad disappeared and reappeared in his leathers looking truly like a vampire. "Sorted," Robin opened his mouth wondering whether to comment that he wanted to change clothes but saw the crazy look in Vlad's eyes and closed it deciding it would probably be better for his health to keep his mouth shut.

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Finding Vlad was difficult at the best of times. Finding an out of control Vlad was way harder. Last time she just followed the trail of destruction but this time there was nothing.

She burst into the Count's chambers without knocking for once and demanded. "Where's Vlad gone?!" The Count groaned and Ingrid simply said.

"You owe me a bottle of blood," It seemed they had had some sort of wager on what Vlad was going to do.

"Explain." Miss McCauley said in her no-nonsense-head-teacher tone.

"He's gone on his pointless mission to rescue his slayer girlfriend!"

"Erin?! She's a slayer?"

"Was," Ingrid corrected. "She decided she would prefer to side with vampires after seeing how amazing my clothes were," The Count rolled his eyes.

"She has said she's quit slaying for Vlad and was then kidnapped by her own, backstabbing cowards!" Miss McCauley looked from Ingrid to the Count

"It's not like we don't do it," Ingrid chipped in annoyingly.

"But we can. They can't," The Count pointed out and Ingrid nodded understandingly.

"Good point,"

"Back to the subject, where are they?" Miss McCauley interrupted the two Dracula's conversation.

"In the school somewhere; Vlad can't come out until nightfall," Ingrid started to say before vicious lightning and thunder could be heard and the rain splashed against the windows. "Well, he's resourceful,"

"Vlad did this?" Miss McCauley asked half terrified.

"He's more than capable of it," She explained and then when Bertrand came in she said. "Oi, Bertrand," The older vampire turned to face her. "How long do you reckon Branaugh will last before Vlad accidently incinerates him?"

"Winner gets a bottle of blood?" Bertrand asked.

"Two," Ingrid smirked.

"Done," Bertrand began to confer with Ingrid who seemed to have totally forgotten about the disgruntled head teacher.

"You are so helpful…" Miss McCauley muttered as she left the attic room.

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The confused head teacher walked swiftly down the corridor to the doors where a cold blast of air had been coming in and when she got there she realised why.

"Vlad?!" He totally ignored her but Robin sent her an apologetic look which turned to panic when Vlad suddenly turned into a small black bat. Robin grabbed the bat in his hands until a claw dug into his hand; Vlad was standing in front of him wearing a scowl again.

"Touch me while I'm flying again and I swear I will bite you," Robin gulped before saying.

"Wouldn't be a good idea if I came along? Two heads are better than one…" Robin answered nervously.

Vlad looked him up and down, "Maybe but I hate carrying passengers so you better be worth it," and with that he grabbed Robin by the collar and bent his knees ready for take-off.

Here goes nothing Miss McCauley thought after watching the exchange. "STOP!"

Vlad let go of Robin and stood up straight rolling his eyes angrily.

"Where do you think you're going?" Miss McCauley did her best I'm-Your-Head-Teacher-Do-What-I-Say voice. Vlad rolled his eyes again and turned to face her, an ugly scowl clouding his features.

"I'm busy," He growled simply.

"This is school hours; whatever you want to do, do it after school!" Vlad bared his fangs.

"Breather, I am BUSY!" All the lights in the corridor exploded. Robin looked between the headstrong teacher and the stubborn vampire. He gripped Robin again by the jacket and launched himself into the sky.

"I should have bought more garlic…" Miss McCauley muttered to herself heading to the Dracula's quarters.

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