26. Keep In Touch (1/2)

a propos of nothing, have a random short fic about how vlad could have kept in touch. slash. enjoy!

disclaimer: not mine. not mine at all.

robin

anagh is finally getting out of stokely! garside college of arts, here i come!

vlad stared at the page for a moment, hardly daring to believe it. he'd been doing his usual check on his old friend – not because he was some kind of stalker or anything, just because robin had been the subject of a mind wipe and it was only responsible to check up on him now and again, and if he couldn't work out how to lock his likepoke down to friends-only how could he hope to defend himself against vampires – and found a status update that had shifted his world just off-kilter.

"ingrid," he began, once he'd tracked her down, "i need some ad… well… robin's coming to garside." his sister sat up with a triumphant smirk."i knew it! i knew you were still secretly in contact. secret love notes, a forbidden romance, how utterly romantic and pathetic.""what? no, i just saw it on likepoke. but… well, what if i run into him in town or something?""as if you don't want to." the chosen one couldn't argue with that. "i don't know, flowers, chocolates, hypnotism? why are you asking me for help?" vlad glared at her for a moment."i really don't know."

robin arrived in liverpool with a suitcase full of clothes, a map, a set of keys, and a pair of fake fangs ("in case there's a fancy dress thing in freshers' week", he'd told his mum, even though college didn't have freshers' week). the trip from the station to town – to buy the tooth

ush he'd already realised he'd forgotten to

ing – was pretty straightforward, but finding his residence was proving more challenging. he was shuffling along in a busy crowd just after dusk, eyes firmly on his map, when he heard a familiar voice somewhere behind him.

"no, erin, i really don't want to- oh, fine, but only because-" robin turned, seeking the source of the voice, but the face he was hoping to see was nowhere to be found. he shrugged and carried on towards his new flat… wait… he squinted at the map. oh, blast. he turned around and made his way back the way he'd come.

"oh, fine, but only because if you drag ingrid into claire's accessories of all places, she really will bite someone. since when is jonno worth all this fuss anyway?" erin raised an eye

ow, dragging him past a stand of… well, vlad didn't know what they were but they looked like they were intended for use with your hair in some way."anyone would think you were jealous.""well, most people probably wouldn't drag their ex out to buy a new outfit to impress their new boyfriend, but… wait, erin, you're a girl. how do you get a guy to like you?""why so interested?" she grinned at him. "finally going to make a move on bertrand?""what? no! look, um… remember i told you about my best friend?""yeah, um… robin?" vlad's heart almost kick-started as a pale, dark-haired boy turned from the counter at the sound of the name.