Vlad knew that he had his best chance when Mr Van Helsing left the pizza place and went towards his caravan but he had to be discreet. He wasn't going to kill him just yet. At least not quickly and definitely not where anyone could see. He waited and waited but Mr Van Helsing seemed to be taking his time. Then again Vlad never really went into this place but got delivery. He saw Mr Van Helsing get his pizza and sides and was about to leave the shop. Time to act. No hesitation. No mercy...
The Count sometimes wished he never had vampirism. He loved the perks and most of the cons were avoidable. Who cared if he nicked a couple of bloodbags or the occasional breather. Garlic was annoying but who really needed garlic in food. Now sunlight was something he wished he could go in. When he was young he loved the beach and sunny days. And now when his son needs him most he couldn't help him. He wanted the sun to go down. He needed the sun to go down. He sat there and waited he looked at Renfield and gesture him to get closer.
"Go get the staff," he said to Renfield. Renfield looked at the Count with fear. He shivered and was about to protest but he saw the expression that Count Dracula had. This wasn't a request but an order. He only wished that the Count wouldn't be rash in his decision. He left the throne room and went to the crypt. He opened a coffin that led to a mirror that had a crimson frame. He walked past it and pressed on a brick that triggered a mechanism that turned the wall in till it was sideways. In front of him was stairs that he walked down. The usual ridiculous expression was nowhere to be seen. He walked into room full of artifacts. He took a look and saw a staff that was mahogany and had an ornament on the top. He grimaced before grabbing it. He sighed and looked up. It had come to this...
Robin panted and stopped at the pizza place before realising Mr Van Helsing wasn't there. He came too late. Nothing could stop Vlad from making the biggest mistake of his life. Taking another. Vlad was pure and innocent. Robin had no idea what could have made him so desperate to kill Mr Van Helsing. Something had happened to Vlad and it wasn't normal. Robin looked down to the ground and sighed. He was going to lose the only friend he had. He turned back and steadily marched back to the caravan to help console Jonathan when his dad didn't turn up. But as he did, he saw a glimpse of a brown trenchcoat turning the corner with a hat on a head that could only belong to the thick-headed slayer. He sprinted across the corner and saw Vlad approaching the slayer. He went to stop him but before he did a phenomenon unlike any other had appeared. The Sun turned black. Both he and Vlad looked to the sky and were perplexed but not the slayer, no. He dropped the pizza he was holding, looked to the sky and shivered. He pointed shakily and stuttered,"H-how c-could it be? The Day of T-terrors had c-come so soon. It had only b-been 30 years s-since it last came!" Vlad and Robin looked at each other. If the slayer had been so scared and he was willing to slay vampires what were these terrors? Vlad turned to Mr Van Helsing before Robin suddenly grabbed him. He turned towards his first ever friend and Robin just shook his head. Vlad understood but was unwilling. He wanted to explain to Robin why but he saw the pleading in Robin's eyes. Vlad knew he had to first find out what this Day of Terrors was and so complied with Robin's wishes. He still looked back at Mr Van Helsing menacingly wanting to warn him against doing anything towards him and his family but as he observed him, he saw the slayer trembling. He wasn't simply wary or just scared. He was unequivocally in despair. Vlad turned towards Robin and gestured him to walk before he saw a figure walking towards him. His father.
Renfield looked at his master with pity. The last time this had been done, Renfield was but a child. Even then, he knew the consequences of this decision. He would feel the pain of the sunlight burning through him for years to come. The Black Sun was only visible to vampires and slayers but both feared it. Vampires knew despite the ability to walk in the sun came with a horrible consequence. It was a calling for Terrors that lurked in the shadows. Monsters that were feared by monsters. The day they finally walk into the light was the day a massacre begins. Vampires and slayers stopped playing their games of cat and mouse because in the eyes of these abominations they were all prey. The Day of Terrors was going to come and everyone would suffer.
The Count shook off the pain he was feeling to retrieve his son. It was a great cost but worth it for the soul of his son. He only wished he could understand what it was that had left him with such a mental affliction. He knew it was the stupid concoction that he had been forced to drink but what had actually happened that left him as a twisted version of the Vlad he knew. He quickly sped to Vladimir seeing him with the breather boy that he had grown slightly fond of. He watched as Robin had stopped Vlad from murdering the woodwork teacher. He smiled as he saw Vladimir give up his quest for a friend. He finally could see a glimpse of his son. From then, he promised himself that he would never push his way of life on his son. He walked to his son and put on an sten expression to see his son's reaction. He saw as his son's face twisted into a face of guilt and he smirked. He grabbed his son and Robin before flying back to the castle. The coming days would be a great tribulation for their family and the supernatural world. For his son, he knew he had doomed thousands. He put his son to bed and hypnotised to go to bed.
"Thank you," muttered the Count. Robin looked surprised before pointing to himself quizzically. The Count nodded. The Count also whispered an apology before grabbing Robin's face and forcing eye contact. "You will forget about the reality vampires, slayers and everything to do with the supernatural. You became friends with Vlad because he had a cool castle and name. You will not approach the castle nor will you believe vampires are real," hypnotised the Count. He sped the boy to his bed at the Branagh home. "I'm sorry but I could not let my son's best friend come to harm at the hands of them," he apologised. The Count sighed before shapeshifting to a bat and leaving the house