Book 1, a Normal Village Called Stokely (Or not..)

Sorry guys.. But since you're all SO inactive I decided to make my own RP. Since I gave in to Anime RP! XD
Don't kill me, Kimmi.. Sek.... :<
Join in if you want.

The little town of Stokely may seem like a small village, full of normal people, doing their normal shopping every day. With a normal school, normal teachers, normal students. Normal shops, with normal items inside. Normal houses with normal families settling down to eat and watch TV.
That's all fine.. And dandy. You could say.
Except.. We come to one house.
It looks brightly coloured and cheerful, like the other houses along the road. A bright-orange minibus hippievan outside, with bags and buckets outside. And a camping tent in bundles beside one of the van-doors.
A normal father walked outside, hands on waist, frowning. Two bulky, normal, twin sons, stood either side of him, in the same pose.
"Now, boys, do you know how to pitch a tent?"
Ian and Paul looked at each other for a few brief moments, then shook their heads, scratching at their heads.
Ian was bulky and round, quite muscely though, with nice rosey-coloured skin. He had brown hair, hiding one eye and ended at his chin.
Paul, had sandy-blonde hair, ending in a buz-cut, short and high-faded. He too, was big and bulky, just like his twin brother, Ian.
But the father of the two sons, was shorter than both of them, and round too.
He wore a cork hat, as if in the Austrailian out-back. He wore brightly-coloured clothing, like Ian and Paul, and seemed to have a fixed smile on his face sometimes.
He was a part-time plumber, otherwise a normal family man.
"Daddy, when can we get going?"
Came a small, soft, but confident, female voice.
A small girl, of about the age of seven appeared. She had bright blue eyes, blonde hair tied into a ponytail by a single pink hairband.
She was small, skinny, but she too, had her hands on her hips. She wore bright-pink clothing, with a sun-hat over her hair.
The dad. We shall call him Graham for now, looked down at Chloe, the little girl and smiled even more. He was positively beaming.
"Not yet, sweet-heart. Not until your mother persuades Robin to wake up."
At the name of Robin, the whole place seemed to be a lot darker.
Ian and Paul rolled their eyes, hands turning into big fists.
"We'll persuade him to come down, won't we Ian?"
Ian nodded and they ran back inside.
Graham and Chloe both sighed, and began to pack the camping things into the van.
Ian and Paul ran up the brown-carpeted stairs and found their mother had already beaten them to the door.

The mother of the three children, we shall call her Elizabeth for now, was knocking on a demonic, gargoyle, doorknocker.
Her lips were pressed together, as if trying not to say anything that would cause the person inside to stay there for longer.
Elizabeth had caramel-brown, short hair, a fine, shining face. She had pink lipstick on, and had china-like, brown eyes. She too, was short, and thin. She was wearing a very floral pink dress.
Ian and Paul got there together.
"We could have a normal family."
Ian began.
"If the wierdo goth child wasn't in it."
They both looked at each other and laughed deeply, high-fiving.
Elizabeth sighed, looking at them both worridly, then back at the door.
"Now, you two, stop making fun of your brother."
Elizabeth began to walk off, but she smiled and called out,
"Getup or we won't be going on the Camping trip!"
This was a trigger, as she walked out of sight down the stairs, Ian and Paul were thumping their fists on the cream bedroom door.
"Open up, or we will open you up!"
Paul yelled.

The inhabitant of the dark -skullinfested -vampiric-infested not normal bedroom, was stirring.
The silver, but dark and mysterious, bunk bed was empty.
But the cieling wasn't.
Apart from a few cob-webs, there was a rather large thing on the cieling.
It opened it's dark brown, almost black, eyes and blinked three times.
It's black, lanky, short, bowl-cut hair was hanging down, like a shower of ashes.
His hands were tucked in his pockets of his black jeans. He wore a black, skull shirt, and surprisingly, a black and red Vampiric cape.
This boy, looked like he had never seent he light of day. His skin was a pastey white, and he looked ghostly.
His red lips stood out, almost china-doll like.
"Ok ok! Keep your hair on!"
Robin called to the two brothers, who stopped thumping on the door.
he spoke in a heavy Welsh accent, and his black eyebrows were knitted together in annoyance at the two twins.
He peered out through the slit through the curtains, still hanging upside down.
He saw Chloe and Graham, with Elizabeth waiting outside for him.
Ian and Paul had just appeared, staring at the window and pointing, making big gestures to their parents, who were looking at each other and rolling their eyes.
At this point, Robin's grip slackened on the bar of his bunkbed from his legs.
He yelled and fell to the floor, falling on his side.
He rubbed his stomach and ribs, moaning and got up.
He was skinny, and quite tall for his age.
Robin looked around his bedroom.
Same old drawings he had drawn. Vampires, bats and skulls.
Skulls were in his room. Not real, but eerily like a copy of a real skull.
Black was everywhere. On the walls and on the floor. Otherwise it was a dark purple or blood red or covered in drawings or posters.
Robin began to speak to himself.
He usually did that, as to be honest, he had no friends.. Not even at school. They thought him wierd.. A freak.. Obsessed.
He was obsessed with vampires. He was gothic.. Not normal they called him.
Robin yearned for a friend to think him normal... He wished every night for a vampire friend. But he also wished that he would have a normal friend. Just someone to vent his feelings to.. Who would actually listen and talk back.
"I'm DEFINATELY not going on that camping trip."
He breathed to himself under his breath as he lay on his spiderweb bedcovers, closing his eyes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTFCDUwNgqo
(Just the boy, not the old Snape look-a-like XD)

Vlad sighed as he sat in the slightly cramped car next to his siser, Ingrid, who was ranting on and on how she hated to com from Transylvania to the UK. Vlad surely didn't mind, and didn't exactly care. He sat silently as Ingrid faught with the driver, their housekeeper, Renfield.
"Turn right!" Vlad finally yelled in the midst of it all. Renfield swerved, though soon gained control of the vehicle and turned right, then stopped the car infront of one ofthe many houses.
Then, out came Vlad's Father , Count, from the back of the truck that was hidden behind black curtains. His pasty pale skin showing he hadn't drank any blood in a while. He turned to Renfield's direction, an annoyed expression on his face as he whispered in his ear, "What is going on?" He hissed.
Renfield quivered, "Nothing sir. It's just your daughter is rather wanting to go back to Transylvania . . ."
Count looked at his daughter, Ingrid never dropping her gaze from the windshield.
"May I remind you of the angry swarm of peasent mobs that were looking for us there? You want to go back to that?"
Vlad remembered all of the tortches and pitchforks and stakes that the townspeople held as they yelled and tried to break through the door. Vlad shivered a bit.

Robin heard a car screech to a halt outside.
He lept up, and peered out through the gap in the curtains, hwich allowed a tiny bit of sunlight through.
He saw it..
A dusty.. Banged up.. Hearse.
The windows were completely black on the outside, so he couldn't see.
His eyes were wide.
"Woah."
His parents and brothers and sister were inside, talking about Kendall Mint Cake and how good it is.
Robin could hear them and he sighed.
"Wonder who's in there."
He muttered to himself, fringe flat against his pale forehead as he blinked rapidly, dust from the window rubbed off by his pale, smooth hand.
But as he removed it.. They had already driven away.
Robin had managed to catch sight of where they were going though.
His eyes widened to twice their normal size, and his mouth fell open.
"The castle..."
He whispered hoarsely, pointing at a far away,dark castle.. The thunder was flashing up there. Bats and crows flew around it constantly. There was a eerily dark thing about that place. And it had been uninhabitated for years.. Centuarys.....
Robin could just about spot a moving fleck, which he thought was a speck of dust, but turned out to be the banged up hearse driving up the steep, stoney, gravelly, path to the house.
Robin rubbed his hands together with glee.
He was going to go and meet them..

Vlad hopped out of the car and walked to the door of the castle as Ingrid soon followed, Renfield pulling Count's coffin out the back of the Hearse, grunting by the heavy weight as Count would be safely hidden inside.
Vlad opened the doors and walked in, giving the whole room a good look. "Well, this is it . . ." He mumbled.
Ingrid gave the room a look of disgust. "Not a single cobweb or bug in here . . ." She complained.
Renfield put the coffin inside the room, Vlad helped him higher it so it stood upright by itself.
"Seems dad needs to lose some weight, eh?" Vlad joked as he walked to go infront of the coffin next to Ingrid.
The door swung open as the count looked around the room, hands crossed over his chest and on his shoulders.
"I heard that." Count grumbled. "Mmmm we could have the cobweb and bug problem fixed soon . . ." He took a step foreward and out of the coffin, Once his feet hit the stone ground, a soundwave came from them and around the castle.

Robin was out of breath by the time he reached the top.
He had only once been up to the castle.. But that was for a dare. Unfortunately, his mum had caught him going up there and had sent dad to fetch him.. But it was too late.. Robin was already gothic when he was taken back.
He stripped down the walls of racing cars and blue. And changed it to skulls.. Vampires.. Bats and black... And blood red.
Anyway..
Robin rubbed his hands together, grinning.
"Time to meet the neighbors!"
He announced, clearing his throat, standing up straight, uncontrollably twtching his shoulders.
He knocked on the door with one pale fist.
A few moments later, Renfield appeared, looking Robin up and down from the other door, as Robin stood, staring at the closed one.
"Too scrawny."
He declared angrily, and slammed the door.
Only then did Robin realise the door had opened.
Robin sighed and began to walk back down again, hatching another plan to get in.

Ingrid declared her room soon after looking around in the castle.
"What if I wanted it?" Vlad raised an eyebrow.
Then, the battle started, but didn't last long. Count sped toward the both of them, "Vlad gets the room. That's final."
Vlad smirked and walked into the room.
Ingrid growled at Count, "So he gets the room just because he's your favorite?"
Count raised his eyebrows, "Actually, yes."
Ingrid grumbled, "Possibly because I'm a girl . . ."

Robin walked into the house, and stole a Kendall Mint Cake.
He hid it from view as he spotted his dad, walking back in.
Robin blocked the doorway.
His dad was whistling.
"Dad, you're making strange noises again."
Robin said, lowering his gaze at his dad.
His dad stopped, and sighed.
"It's what people do when they're happy. Oh.. You don't know what happy is. Let me not bother you with my talking jargon."
Robin rolled his eyes.
"Haha very funny.. By the way, we've run out of Kendall Mint Cake."
His dad frowned.
"We can'tve."
He went into the kitchen and looked into the jar, his eyes widened.
"We can't go on a family camping trip without Kendall Mint Cake! Elizabeth!"
He called and went off.
Robin bent over and picked up some red and yellow guyropes with a hook.
He examined them.
"I wish they did this stuff in black."
He finally said, before running off back up to the castle.

Vlad walked out of the bedroom, "Uh, dad?"
"Yes, my son?"
"Actually, I would like to have the room up the stairs, maybe I'll be able to get some television?"
Count turned and gave Vlad an angry look, he flickered his cape "UUGH!" He yelled.

Vlad began to unpack his clothes, setting them on his bed. Count's stuffed wolf beside him as he grumbled.
The stuffed wolf would talk, Vlad was used to it.

Robin looked up at the window.
He was just below it.
Only if you called 'just below' as in, way down on the ground while the window was up a tower.
He got out the ropes and sighed.
"Here we go.."
He mumbled, and was about to throw the grapple hook over, when something black landed on him.
He gave a yell of surprise and fell backwards.
Robin got up, and picked up the black item of clothing.
It was a cape, and he read the inside name in red stitching 'V Dracula'.
Robin smirked.
"Cool."
He said, and then stood up, rolling it around one arm like a waiter.
He aimed his rope and hook, and with one lassoo toss, he threw it up.
There was a loud clang, and some rocks crumbled and fell to the ground.
It had hit the inside of Vlad's window.
Robin looked up, smirking, narrowing his eyes through the darkness.
"Wicked.."
He said, and then, grabbing the rope, he climbed up the unsafe wall with loud thunks.

Meanwhile.

Renfield scattered back to Count.
"Ah.. Renfield.. I hope you have brought me the blood of a peasent.."
He smiled, sitting down on the opened throne.
renfield shivered, and bent below to the ground.
"About that master.. You see.. The thing is.."
Count frowned. He knew this wouldn't be good.
"I turned down a peasent who came knocking."
The count heard Renfield whisper this.
He roared.
"RENFIEEEELD!"
He shouted.
Renfield cried out and quivered.
"I'm sorry master. Truly sorry."

Meanwhile meanwhile.

"Chloe, have you seen Robin about?"
Chloe was sitting on the sofa, when her mum asked this.
She was reading a pony club book.
Chloe looked up with big, blue, eyes and shook her head.
"No mummy..."
Ian and Paul walked in.
"Didja know someone moved into the castle?"
Paul asked their mum.
Their mum nodded, then sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Graham.. Could you go and get Robin from the castle?"
Graham nodded and walked off, muttering under his breath about Robin.

.....

I got bored, m'kayz x.o Dx

Vlad's eyes widened, "Uhhh." he looked at the wolf and crouched down, leaning against the wall next to the window. He kept his breath hushed as he waited. He knew it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do to throw his cape out the window and wait for the person to come back up, but he panicked.

Robin was at the window, he peered in, and saw the face of Vlad.
Robin yelled, and almost slipped down off the rope, hair flying and cape almost flying from his arm.

Vlad's eyes widened as he yelled in unison. Seeing the boy about to fall, he jumped foreward and grabbed the boy's arms and helped to try to get him through the window and into his room.

Robin jumped in.
"Thanks.. By the way.. I brought your cape back.. You a fan of vampires?"
He asked, studying Vlad's features eagerly.
he then nosily looked around the room and looked at the stuffed wolf.
"Wicked! A stuffed wolf!"
"Do you want me to bite him yet, master Vlad?"
Robin narrowed his eyes, but didn't yell or run out of the room. He just looked at the wolf, then at Vlad.
"Neat!"
He seemed so enthusiastic, bouncing off walls and nosily peeking in drawers.

Vlad blinked and gave Robin a strange look. "Uh, thanks . . ." He smiled and laughed a bit, "Uhh . . . You could say that . . ."
He licked his dry lips as he watched the boy walk around the room. "What was your name again?"
He then shook his head, "No."

"Robin.. Oh man this place is cool!"
Robin looked at Vlad.
"Welcome to the neighborhood. It's a bit.. Cheery."
He rolled his eyes, biting at his black-painted nails, dark-brown eyes flicking to everycorner in the room.
"Was that person at the door your servant? He looks very dirty.. And ugly."
He grinned, but suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by a,
"VLAD!"
It was Ingrid.

Meanwhile.
Graham knocked on the door, frowning.
He waited, and the door opened to show Renfield, there was a 'give blood' sign on the door.
"Have you come to donate some blood?"
He asked hopefully.
"No.."
"I'm here for my son."
Renfield shook his head.
"He's not here."
Count zoomed up to the door himself.
"Who's there?"
"A peasent."
The count licked his lips greedily.
"Ok.. Hello. You are?"
"Graham. I'm here to collect my son. He may've wondered in here."
The count ignored him and blinked, his eyes yellow.
The count was about to bite him.. When Renfield slammed the door.
"RENFIELD!"
COunt roared.
"Sorry master! But he didn't want to give blood."

"Uh. Thanks. I'm Vlad."
Vlad's eyes widened. "Shoot, Ingrid! Hide!" He whispered, taking Robin by the shoulders and trying to find a place he could hide in.

Robin was shoved under the bed.
He blinked, waiting until Vlad was busy talking to his sister, who was going on about room changes.
"And I want this room. I mean.. Who would choose YOU?! Dad's obviously been knocked on the head."
While this was going on, Robin sneaked out to the door.
He walked down the many passages, exploring, until he heard voices.
Robin rubbed his hands together with glee and crawled in quietly.
Renfield and The Count were talking about blood.
Renfield was at his master's feet. The Count was lounging on a chair lazily.
Robin hid behind a barrel, peeking from behind it.
"Renfield. I cannot stand living in a peasent village with blood everywhere I walk! You must get me new...Fresh.. Victims."
Robin was shivering, staring wide-eyed... He seemed just like a... Vampire.
Robin was shivering with excitement though. He dreamt about being a vampire. He desprately wanted to be one.. Or at least meet one.
The Count suddenly stopped, holding a hand up to Renfield to stop too.
He took a deep breath and sniffed.
"Renfield.... Do you smell that?"
Renfield sniffed energetically, but shook his head.
"No master."
Count whacked him over the head.
"It's not you.. Renfield... It's.... it's.. A breather...."
He breathed it, tasting the air.
Robin couldn't help quaking at this unknown word, though he knew it was directed at him.
The count got up slowly, his nose leading the way slowly.
He breathed deeply.
"Come here little peasent... One little bite."
This time, Robin was actually scared, almost paler than usual.
The count was almost at him, so he jumped to the side, to another hiding place.
The count didn't see him, and he sniffed deeply again.

When Ingrid left, Vlad looked under the bed.
"Shoot." he whispered.
He ran down the stairs and looked around, looking for Robin.

Robin had jumped three times to the side.
Ingrid had come in, complaining to her dad about the rooming.
"But dear, you're a girl.."
Ingrid screamed with rage.
"SO?!"
"So... Vlad is a boy.. And deserves everything, as he is heir to the throne after I am gone."
Ingrid folded her arms tightly.
"Stick a stake in it!"
She hissed angrily, sulking.

Vlad heard Ingrid and Count fighting, he smirked a bit, though frowned.
He walked down the hallway, then saw Robin.
He silently ran to him.
"Robin, are you crazy?" he hissed. "Ingrid and Count are obviously in the other room. They can't know you're here!"

Robin jumped almost as he heard Vlad, but he stood up.
He nodded hurridly and jumped up to stand, running back into Vlad's room.
He was putting two and two together as he stared at Vlad, almost examining him.
He then walked over to him and stood almost sideways, making sure his neck was shown clearly. He waited.

Vlad followed silently, then closed and locked the door.
Turning around, he gave Robin a strange look, "Er . . . What are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow.

Robin blinked.
"Arent'cha gonna bite me?"
He plainly asked, blinking in a confused way.