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Sarah sat in the front of the room full of 10-14 year olds class in the cold morning of Trannslyvannia listening to the boring lecture Mr.Flammerman was making. For the past 6 weeks, she had to be sent to school in the mornings to get a proper education so she could have a proper life. But I don't have a proper life she thought. And I don't plan to have one either.

Sarah was Princess and Caretaker of Trannslyvannia, and was very lousy at it. She had to be at every meeting, make sure everybody had what they need, and get to school on time, and try to get her homework done. Which, I'm very sorry to say, was not what she had done due to her constant struggle of keeping her duties up.

"Now class, it's time for your reports. Maria, you may start," said the teacher.

As Maria, Sarah's ten-year-old friend, got up to present your report on Trannsylvannias history, Sarah looked back at Maria's brother Michael. Michael was one of Sarah's good friends and could invent small things. He reminded Sarah so much of her friar friend, Carl. But for now, Michael was asleep from the boredom the teacher gave him.

"Michael, wake up!" she whispered.

Michael just snored. Sarah took his textbook and slammed it down on the desk loud, and interuppted Maria's report. Michael woke up, almost jumping from his seat.

"Miss Valerious, is there a problem?" asked the teacher.

"No sir. Just a little wake up call for Michael," Sarah laughed nervously.

"I don't want it happening again,"

Sarah nodded and looked back at Michael as Maria continued.

"Did you do your report last night?" she whispered

"Why?" Michael yawned.

"What did you do it on?"

"Dracula, but..."

"That'll have to do,"

"But we're supposed to have seperate assignments. I have Dracula, you have agriculture."

"Agriculture, smagriculture! Who'd want to know about that?"

"Miss Valerious!" shouted Mr.Flammerman

Sarah turned around and folded her arms. The teacher had a stern look on his face.

"Would you like to present your report, since you can't seem to stop talking?"

Sarah, having a light go out in her head, started faking a cough.

"Oh, thank you Mr.Flammerman. But I'm losing my voice. I'll keep you posted." she said in a hoarse voice

"Miss Valerious, if this is another one of your schemes to get out of your school work, I hope you..."

"Um, Mr.Flammerman," said a boy about Sarah's age.

"Yes, Mr.Samuals?"

"It's time to go home,"

Sarah looked back at the boy. He was a tall, handsome boy, with brownish-blondish hair. He had just moved from Rome 3 weeks ago. She walked out of the school and on her way home, to hear snickering behind her.

"The princess can fight vampires and werewolves but she can't get her schoolwork done," said the voice of a boy named Taylor.

Sarah turned around and faced him with a hint of anger flickering in her eyes.

"You couldn't do schoolwork even if it depended on your life. Besides, I'm not the one who's failing English," Sarah said

Without warning Taylor's fist collided with Sarah's mouth. Her hands flew to her mouth as blood poured out onto her chin. Taylor started to laugh, as his friends backed away. They knew that if he hit a princess or caretaker of Trannsyvannia, he had to let Sarah hit him back. Only Sarah didn't hit him back. She kicked him in the face. Taylor went flying back 2 or 3 feet, and fell to the ground. While everyone looked to see if Taylor was all right, Sarah walked back to the manor to work on her assignment.

"Hey Sarah! Wait up!" shouted a voice.

Sarah turned around, and saw the boy from her class.

"What happened back there? What did he do?" he asked

"I don't wanna talk about it," Sarah said her mouth full of blood. "What's your name again?"

"Steel. Steel Samuals. I came from Rome. Oh! Here,"

Steel took out a handkerchief from his pocket.

"Put this on your mouth," he said.

"Thanks," Sarah said taking it, and letting the blood absorb on the handkerchief.

"You're welcome. Tell me, is that boy always mean to you?"

"It just looks like he's jealous of me. You know. Me. Thirteen years old. Princess. Caretaker to Trannslyvannia. Getting to live all by myself..."

"All by yourself? Where's your mother?"

Sarah felt like her heart stopped. She looked at Steel with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"Hi Sarah!" shouted Maria as she came up.

Sarah didn't say a word. She just wadded up the handkerchief, threw it on the ground, and walked back to Valerious Manor. Steel looked at little Maria, and she looked up at him.

"What did I say?" he asked.

Maria looked at him with the same expression Sarah gave him.

"Come on. I'll explain," she said taking his hand.

As Maria led him to her house, Steel looked back at the princess he talked to. What was it that made her so upset? To him, she looked like a tough girl. She was wearing a white long sleeved shirt, tight black pants and small corset, and black boots with wavy light brown hair. Oh yeah. That had to look like she was a tough woman.

Sarah unlocked the door to the manor, and walked in, throwing her school bag, and over coat on the ground while she walked up the stairs to her room. She flopped on her bed and closed her eyes, and held her necklace. The necklace her mother gave her when she was born. That thought made her look at the doll a friend gave her. That friend was the great Van Helsing. Sarah sat up, and took up the doll that laid on the bed in her arms. It had black hair and was wearing a red dress.

Hug Anna everyday she could hear Van Helsing say So that when you're alone and you hug her, you'll really be hugging me and your mother.

Sarah sniffed a bit, and hugged the doll close. She heard a knock on the door. She ignored it. Soon, there were stones hitting her window. That could only mean one thing.

"Michael," she growled walking toward the door after putting the doll back on her bed.

Sarah opened her window and saw Michael freezing, holding his coat tight around him, and his teeth were chattering.

"Whoa. What's up?" Sarah asked alomst laughing

"It's not what's up. It's what's down,"

"Oooookay. What's down?"


Sarah giggled and climbed out of the window. It was one of her many ways to get out of the house. She jumped off the tree she was climbing on and ran with Michael to his house where she spent most of her afternoons. Little did she know though that someone was watching. Someone with a red hooded cape and a blood stained handkerchief. The same handkerchief that came from Sarah's mouth.

"It won't be long now Valerious. Not too long," that person said with a menacing voice.

(A/N: Wow. Minor Cliffhanger. Ya'll hate me now don't you? Cliffhanger on the first chappie. Who is this mysterious person? Hmm....Review please)