Title: Fanged Heart

Author: CynicalHyaHya

Rating: T

Genres: Angst, supernatural (duh) and drama.

Warnings: Violence, perhaps raciness, probably goriness and murder – lots of murder, also a large amount of swearing.

Synopsis: Sequel to 'Argentalium Bones' Jonathan Van Helsing is a killer, and Vladimir Dracula is dead. So who is the amnesiac stranger wearing his face?

Disclaimer: Yes, I own Young Dracula, I incited you to hate me as I made Vlad ½ breather. Muhahahaha.

A/N: So, sequel to Argentalium Bones, I hope you guys are ready. In my mind I'd intended it to be shorter than AB, roughly 10-15 chapters. It's shorter but by the time I'd written out a basic outline it looked to be about 25 chapters.

Enjoy!

Welcome to Fanged Heart.

Four months after the events of Argentalium Bones.

The bar was pretty: velvet booths, varnished oak tables and deep crimson curtains draped over the windows, blocking out the night. Erin however, was not admiring the dapper bar and snacking on its patrons this evening – she was looking for the undead bastard by the name of Mir.

She'd cruised into town two nights ago and since then seen nothing but his work. How the hell did he bite them without turning them?! Half the flapping bottom feeders in the city bore scars of his fangs and it was pissing her off.

Spotting the vampire in a booth, she hissed into his ear, sliding in behind him. "What the hell are you playing at?!" and glared at the breather wrapping herself around him.

As the girl slunk away, awkwardly murmuring that she had to go, the vampire turned and frowned at Erin in mock hurt. "You scared away my meal."

Sapphire eyes winked at her and Erin's spine went rigid.

She knew those eyes, and he was dead.

It must of shown on her face because a unfamiliar smirk slid across a set of familiar features.

"So, first undead that walks my way is angry then looking like she's seen a ghost." His hand snaked around her wrist. "Want to tell me what your problem is, beautiful?"

She recovered quickly from the shock and snatched her hand away. "You look like my brother, dick." Abruptly, she stood and hurried away, not bothering to tell him what she'd intended.

The cold street was bracing and relieving as Erin strutted away from the bar, whipping out her mobile as she walked. "Whatever you did; you did a crappy job!" Something dropped from the rooftop beside the alley she resided in and she jumped a metre in the air.

"Erin, what? What are you talking about?" Jonno's voice was sharp down the phone line as Erin kicked the offending can.

"Vlad dumbass! He's alive."

"He's alive?" The alarm in the slayer's voice startled her and to prevent igniting her own fears she snarled an explanation into the receiver.

"I found him in a bar with a new name and a bad attitude so. How. Did. You. Screw. Up?" Each word she punctuated with a stamp of the boot.

"I didn't!" The slayer protested, "I shot him in the brain and heart with an argentalium pistol!"

"Well apparently you missed!"

Jonno's next words were muttered coldly. "I didn't miss."

Erin sighed. "Sure you didn't," She hung up, ignoring the slayer's rushed words.

The vampiress hurried out of the alley but a pale hand clutched her shoulder as she tried to leave.

Vlad, or Mir as he was going by gave her a sharp grin. "Let's have a conversation."

He was in perfect health and Erin couldn't understand it. He flitted back to his flat, a tight hold on her, with no issue. All that was different about him was a thin white scar towards the centre of his forehead and a criss-cross of healed mutilation decorating his left cheek.

Maybe Jonno had shot him in the head.

How could he have survived?

They arrived at an apartment and Vlad pulled her through the unlocked door, leading her to a lounge, sitting her on a sofa. "Stay here," He muttered and his eyes glowed yellow.

Erin didn't move. She couldn't. The Chosen One's hypnosis had worked on a six-century old Count; it was guaranteed to work on her.

But she could listen, as Vlad stalked away and into a neighbouring room she heard a feminine voice.

"You bought one home."

"Chill Chey, she's not a snack," That reminded her; Vlad had been chomping on the bottom feeders of the city for as long as he'd been there.

"Can you not call them that?" There was a heartbeat and Erin realised that whoever this girl was, she was human. "Are you going to sleep with her?"

"No!" Vlad protested. "If I was going to cheat, I'd have my pleasures when you're not home."

"Somehow – not comforting." Eugh. Vlad had a human girlfriend and she felt a little annoyed that he'd replaced her. "Ok, who is this chick then?" The girl, Chey asked.

"Let's find out."

They moved back into Erin's field of view and she got her first look at the girl Vlad was dating after her.

Rosy cheeks, bronze eyes and sunshine hair. Apparently he had a thing for blonds. She wasn't as pretty as Erin thought she would be however, the girl obviously suffered from acne and had a round face that didn't suit her hair.

The vampiress was far more beautiful.

Vlad leaned close to her face and stroked her hair, causing Erin to strain backwards. "Why'd you panic when you saw me?"

"I told you," Erin snarled. "You look like my brother." Vlad obviously didn't remember a thing; why else would he be biting humans? So she could use this to her advantage, manipulate him into letting her go.

Vlad smiled. "Liar." He snatched a chair and placed it opposite, sitting in it. "Try again."

Chey stared at Erin for a few moments until the vampiress gnashed her fangs in response. She turned to Vlad. "Mir, you want something to drink?"

"I want some of you." Chey smiled as Vlad planted a kiss on her hand before heading into a separate room.

Vlad turned back to Erin. "My name's Mir." He frowned at her. "Who's Vlad?"

Oh crap. His mental powers had definitely developed further.

Mir's fangs glinted behind his lips. "Is Vlad your brother?"

"Yes," Erin said immediately.

"Again, liar." He snarled and Erin didn't recognise the viciousness that flickered in his azure eyes. "Am I Vlad?"

She considered saying no, but every single time she'd been dishonest Mir had known. "Yes." The vampiress sighed.

"Finally, honesty," His teeth flashed in a devious smile. "Now why don't you tell me about your phone conversation, like why I shouldn't be alive,"

"A slayer killed you," she rolled her eyes, "apparently."

Mir shrugged. "Don't remember it. Were you involved?"

"I…" Erin chose her next words carefully. "I left before you were killed." She met his blue eyes with steely green rings. "I'm not lying."

The vampire smirked. "I know you aren't." He snapped his fingers in front of her face and she was able to move again. "Do you want to sleep on the couch?"

"What?" She asked.

Mir told her again, speaking as if she was unable to understand him. "Do…you…want…to…sleep…on…the…couch?"

"You want me to sleep on your couch?"

He raised a sceptical eyebrow. "That's why I offered."

"I got that part." Erin snapped, sick of being talked to as if she was slow. "But why?"

Shrugging he moved to join her on the couch. "Well I want to know more about how you know me, and you need a place to stay."

Her eyes flashed red at his casual mention of her sleeping arrangements.

"Come on, Erin." The way he was pulling information out of nowhere was unnerving, even if it was just her name. "I can smell the street on you – take me up on my offer, you'll have access to the bathtub and you can borrow some of Chey's funeral clothes."

"I am not borrowing from your breather pet!" She snarled at him, further furious when he didn't react.

"Alright then, stinky, you stick with those rags." The vampire got to his feet and flitted out of Erin's vicinity. She had no idea where on earth he'd gone.

Chey wandered back into the lounge. "You want a drink? Haven't got any blood but we've got beer."

God Erin wanted to eat this girl's eyeballs, but curiosity bound her to pacifism. "Sure." She murmured.

The breather's whiskey eyes kept with hers. Then she wandered out of the room without a word.

I don't think this is the greatest starting chapter (or a particularly great chapter in general) but meh, it's what you're getting – was it what you were expecting?

Leave a review guys; this is the beginning of an adventure.