Alrighty. Here's the second chapter. Location requested by: Cat Attack 411! I'm planning on updating Mission Hogwarts tomorrow. The chapter is pretty much done; I just need to check over it before I post it. I plan to take turns on updating each story.

P.S this was written at about two in the morning, and I didn't beta it.

Thanks to Cat Attack 411 and the a person for your reviews!

Chapter Two:

"The World of Todd"

We spun through the strange portal and, once again, plummeted out of it. This time I was lucky. I flew out last, so Mr. Crepsley broke my fall. We stood up, brushed ourselves off, and looked around. We had landed in what was probably a high school. The halls were empty, and judging by the sun, it was late afternoon. Class had probably just been let out.

"Why don't you guys hole up here while I find out where we are?" I reasoned; the sun was at its most dangerous to them now.

"No," said a dripping Vancha. "I want to find new clothes, now."

"Why?" Mr. Crepsley asked, snickering. "That dress is a lovely color on you. It complements your hair quite nicely."

"Do you think so?" he asked, spinning to look at himself. "I thought it made me look at bit plump at the waist."

"Um.." I said, getting an idea. "If you can find a locker room, there's bound to be clothes in it. Or even a costume closet would work."

"Fine," Vancha said. "Meet us here in an hour or we're coming after you. Sun or no sun."

"Deal," I said, heading towards the nearest exit.

I got outside and looked around. I did a double take when I saw a kid duct taped to a tree. Two other kids were standing in front of him. The kid on the tree was wearing a stereotypical Dracula cape. The boy with the steak was wearing a Hollister shirt and was examining the small, nerdy boy's hand, which was quickly yanked away.

"It's the only way to get proof!" the scrawny boy insisted, gesturing to the taped boy.

"By sacrificing yourself?" the other said disbelievingly.

The small boy wilted and I stepped a bit closer to see what was going on. They didn't hear my soft footsteps, but the boy on the tree did. He glanced at me, too quickly for the others to see, but it was a pleading glance.

"The garlic was a good idea, but not enough, I think," the larger boy said, patting the smaller on the back. "Vlad isn't like other vampires."

"Vampire?" I said surprised –how many weird vampires would I encounter today?

The smaller boy nearly fainted in surprise, but the large one merely spun around to assess me.

"Yes!" he said with a crazy glint in his eye. "Just look at his fangs!"

He used a twig to push up the other boy's lip, exposing absolutely normal teeth.

"Impressive," I snickered. "That boy isn't a vampire. Vampires don't have fangs anyways."

"Yes they do!" said Vlad the vampire indignantly. "Sfee!"

He had somehow managed to place a pair of plastic fangs in his mouth, despite the duct tape. I laughed and walked up to the boys. I slid my nail along the duct tape, ripping it open, and released the young 'vampire.' He immediately removed the necklace of garlic from around his neck and straightened his cape proudly.

"Hewwo," he said through his 'fangs.' "Mah name iff Vadamer Thod.

"Hi Vlad," I said politely. "Mah name iff Darren Shan."

He glowered and said, "Ifs no' smarf fo insulf a fff-ampire."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Come on. We both know you're not a vampire. You can take out the plastic fangs now."

He did, revealing his actual fangs, which were skinny and pointy. I blinked in surprise.

"See I told you I was a vampire!" he said triumphantly.

"Well," I said confused. "I guess the vampires around here have fangs. Where I come from, they don't."

"You've met other vampires?" he asked, fiddling with a loose string on his cape.

"Actually," I explained, "I am one."

"A vampire!" shouted the large boy. "I kill vampires!"

He reached into a bag that was at his feet and murmured a curse.

"Alas!" he said dramatically. "I have brought with me the wrong type of steak!"

He pulled a small fillet mignon and threw it at us, cackling madly. He then dumped a bag of coins, with the label for the Slayer's Society, onto Vlad's head. He ran away before the dazed vampire could retaliate.

"Okay.." I said. "That wasn't weird at all."

"Yes it was," said Vlad. "He normally brings T-bone steaks."

The small boy from earlier decided he wanted to stand up. despite being in the presence of two bloodthirsty vampires. He walked forward, with intent gleaming in his small eyes.

"Don't even think about it Eddie," Vlad warned, crushing the boy's camera.

The boy was so frightened by this, that he promptly wet himself and ran away.

"No-good, poet-named-after, nerd." Vlad mumbled.

"Alright then.." I said and changed the subject. "So where are we?"

"Um.. the schools smoking spot?" he replied, a tad confused.

"No. I mean, what town are we in?"

"Bathory. Why?"

"Just wondering. Say, mind helping a fellow vampire out?" I asked, getting an idea.

"Sure, but I don't think you're a vampire," he said.

"Why not?"

"Because you aren't bursting into flames.." he retaliated.

"Oh," I said, relieved. "I'm only half vampire so I can go out during the day."

"Nu-uh. I'm the only half vampire in existence!"

"Then how do you explain me?" I asked. "Never mind. Will you help me or not?"

"I guess."

I explained my situation to him, and he agreed to my plan.

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We were sitting in Vlad's kitchen with all the curtains drawn. We were waiting for Vlad's uncle, a vampire named Otis. His Aunt Nelly had fixed us some cinnamon rolls, which I was trying to convince Vancha to try. He was now wearing a poodle skirt and a leather jacket. Apparently, the school had just had a play for Grease. He said his outfit was all he could find, but I think he just liked the outfit. He had curled his -still blonde- hair, which was now being shaken back in forth, from him displaying his reluctance to eat.

"NO!" he yelled, as I stuck the sweet pastry under his nose. "I won't eat it and you can't make me!"

In reply, Mr. Crepsley stuffed one of the rolls into Vancha's mouth, causing Vancha to scream as if he were in pain.

"Quit acting like a fool and eat the bun," instructed Mr. Crepsley. "It is rude for you to refuse the food that Ms. Nelly has made for you."

"Fine," he grumbled.

He stuffed the sticky pastry into his mouth, and tried not to show any signs of enjoying the treat. Meanwhile, Vlad was spinning all the coins that Josh threw at him. The sound was similar to the donation funnels that I used to see at the zoo when I was younger. A knock sounded at the door, which was presumably Otis. He opened the door without waiting for an answer and attempted to walk through the door. He came to an abrupt halt when he realized his large, purple hat was blocking the way. He fixed the problem by simply breaking the doorway.

"Hello Vladimir," he said to his nephew. "Are these the strange vampires you were talking about?"

"He calls us strange?" said a bewildered Vancha. "That hat has to be bigger than Hibernus'!"

It was indeed a large hat. It was so large in fact, that it knocked out Vlad's Aunt, who had just walked into the room. Otis had turned when he heard the noise, resulting in the hat smacking Nelly in the face. As Otis ran to her, another man walked in.

"And who are you?" inquired Mr. Crepsley.

"I am Dorian," he replied.

"IT'S D-DORIAN!" yelled Vlad, running around like a headless chicken.

"What's so special about Dorian?" I asked.

"HE'S LIKE, SUPER POWERFUL. HE WANTS TO DRINK MY BLOOD AND THERE'S NOTHING I, OR ANYONE ELSE CAN DO ABOUT IT!"

"Talk about your Mary Sues," I muttered under my breath.

"What's got goth boy all riled up?" asked Vancha, who was watching Vlad run into the brim of Otis' hat, knocking him out as well.

He managed a defiant, "I'm not goth!" before joining his Aunt in the land of unconsciousness.

"What are you?" Dorian asked, licking his hand like a cat.

"We are vampires," responded Mr. Crepsley solemnly.

"I think I desire your blood too!" he decided, running at Vancha.

He bit Vancha on the arm before we could warn him, and died of poisoning. Just then, Vlad woke up. He looked over and saw the body of Dorian on the ground. He seemed happy and dismayed about Dorian's death.

"Now I'll never know the prophecy!" he wailed, seeming hopeless, yet slightly relieved.

"It's okay," I told him. "Prophecies stink anyways. Trust me."

Another man flew through the broken door. He was wearing your typical Russian get-up, even though it was about ninety degrees outside. He took one look at Dorian and laughed happily. He proceeded to do the Cossack Dance. Vlad had decided to eat out of misery and had downed two dozen cinnamon rolls before switching to a tub of Nutella. Nelly finally woke up, only to knock herself out on the hat again when she attempted to stand.

"I do not think that today can get any stranger," commented Mr. Crepsley.

I groaned. The, now familiar, portal had opened again, whirring ominously.

Before we were sucked up, I told Mr. Crepsley, "Great, now you've jinxed us."

That's all for this one! Where will they end up next? You decide! And please don't be insulted by this –I love the Vlad Todd series!