DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOUNG DRACULA OR IT'S CHARACTERS.
THIS FANFIC IS SET DIRECTLY AFTER SEASON 4 EPISODE 13.
If you want to see anything in this fanfiction, be sure to let me know. I might put some Malik/Ingrid in at some point, (yes, I still ship them and no, I don't care they're related), but I'll have to see.
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Watching the dust settle on a pile of Bertrand's old books was a rather dull activity, unless you were trying to put off another activity. Luckily, and unluckily, for Vlad this was the case. With Elisabetta banished to the blood mirror, Vladimir Dracula had finally found time to sort through his old mentor's belongings. The reason he had put it off was simple- Bertrand's death was his fault, a stupid mistake he had made, and it felt wrong to go through his things, the things of a man Vlad had killed. If he were any other vampire, he would have been killed for this.
Though actually, most vampires were not being punished these days. Vlad had not had enough time to sort out any executions and the Vampire High Council had, sort of, fallen apart. Ingrid insisted she could sort it, she could bring back the law, but Vlad didn't trust her. Ingrid had betrayed him too many times, tried to kill Vlad too many times; it was sad he couldn't even trust his own sister.
Vlad couldn't even trust his dad, the infamous Count Dracula, not entirely. Not after The Count had tried to disown him, claiming Vlad was no son of his. After Vlad saved his life, The Count had accepted him again, but it felt awkward between them. So, The Count had returned to what he did best- trying to attract the innocent Miss McCauley, using his charming attitudes and gifts.
Vlad's family had been torn apart by Malik and his mother Elisabetta, both of which were completely insane. The pair of them had plotted to overthrow Vlad and wreak revenge on The Count, for abandoning them three hundred years ago. Vlad had managed to stop them just in time, with help from his Chosen One powers, (oh, and Ingrid), but not before everything was broken. And once a thing is shattered, it is increasingly hard to mend- Vlad had learnt that from his time with Erin.
"Crying, wimpire?" Ingrid scoffed, appearing in the doorway wearing her usual black attire. She sounded annoyed, but deep down, (deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, beneath Hell even, down), she was genuinely worried. Vlad really hadn't been himself lately and his evil side attacked now... Well, there was no Erin or Bertrand to stop it. Vlad wiped his eyes, which had been filling with tears at the thought of Erin, and looked over at his sister.
"No." he said, quietly. Ingrid let out a sigh and crossed the room to him, heels clicking against the floor. She sat down on a box, which was full of Bertrand's books, and looked down at Vlad.
"You look like a loser." Was all she could think of to say.
"Good. I was trying to look like you today." Vlad snapped, a sudden hatred clawing at his insides. Why did Erin leave him? Who would choose Malik over Vlad?
"You're not succeeding." Ingrid said, a little uneasy at her brother's sudden anger, "You look like Wolfie, when he's been out in the rain."
"And what look would you call that?" Vlad raised his eyebrows.
"Bedraggled and bewildered." Ingrid said, "Let's call it Bewrigglered." Vlad burst out laughing and it felt good, to laugh like that even if it was at Ingrid's lame attempt at a joke. Ingrid shrugged and, for a moment, just for a moment, she looked like the old Ingrid. The Ingrid before she became a full vampire. The Ingrid that made jokes once in a while. The Ingrid that was in love with Will Clarke. At least Ingrid knew how it felt to lose the one you loved, she understood the pain Vlad was going through.
"Are we going through Bertrand's dusty old books?" Ingrid wrinkled her nose, "Are we going to sell them and make some actually money? We can't survive on Dad's wages forever."
"What do you mean?" Vlad said, his forehead creasing in confusion. The Count's money had always supported the family, even back in Stokely.
"We're pretty low on money right now, in case you didn't notice." Ingrid got to her feet, stalking from the room.
"I'll add it to the list of things to worry about." Vlad called after her.
"I can help with the council!" Ingrid yelled. Vlad looked at the piles of books, quills and various items from at least four hundred years ago. He let out a small sigh. Could he really trust his sister?
"Ingrid!" Vlad sped after her, catching up with her in the corridor; Ingrid stopped where she was and turned to face her younger brother.
"Ingrid, maybe I have been a little unfair..."
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"Malik, Malik, Malik, look at me!" Erin jumped up and down frantically like a five year old on a sugar rush, her eyes brightening with excitement. She had blood coating her mouth and a scratch down one side of her face.
"What?" Malik sighed, looking up from his newspaper. His girlfriend had become incredibly clingy and annoying, almost like her old self. Malik had never liked Erin as a human, and it seemed he was starting to dislike her as a vampire as well.
"I snapped a man's neck just like that!" Erin clicked her fingers and beamed. With a sigh, Malik returned to his paper; they had made the Wanted page again, pictures of the pair plastered across the news. Erin wasn't helping with her new I've-just-realised-how-cool-vampires-are attitude.
"Erin." Malik said, thinking carefully, "Have you ever considered the fact you might be a bit annoying?"
Erin's eyes darkened dramatically, as she grabbed Malik by the neck and threw him to the ground. She pinned him there, using her newly found Half Fang strength. Malik flung her aside using one arm, snarling a little at her. Instinctively, Erin leapt at him, looking like a startled cat; Malik rolled out of the way and Erin and made a grab for his neck. Erin's fangs dug into his shoulder and he let out a small scream.
"You scream like a girl." Erin laughed bitterly, pulling away from his neck and collapsing beside him.
"So you do." Malik reminded her.
"But I am a girl." Erin said.
"That's no excuse for screaming like one." Malik said.
"Sometimes I have no idea what you're saying." Erin giggled, stroking Malik's face with her finger tips. He squirmed at her touch, wriggling away from her. Darkness fell over them suddenly, too quickly to be the night falling- almost like a... shadow.
"Malik, I have been looking everywhere for you!"
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"Vlad, it's late." Ingrid switched off the electric light, making Vlad blink frantically, "And by that I mean it's almost lunchtime."
"Are you sure?" Vlad frowned, throwing a newspaper in the fireplace, "Have you seen the Sun Block today?"
"We don't wear sun block. We're vampires." Ingrid frowned at him.
"The newspaper!" Vlad snapped, his anger flaring up for the second time today.
"Oh..." Ingrid said, "No, why?"
"It says Malik and Erin have been spotted again. With someone else."
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