Disturbing plot bunny that came to me, I'm not usually a writer but this seemed to take root til I sat down and put it into words. I own none of the characters, I'm just corrupting a childrens tv show! Warnings include dubcon, toys, anal, het, slash, something between a story and a PWP, D/s. Oh and incest but if you found this you probably already knew that. If the formatting is off I apologise, I'm new to this uploading malarkey.

Not written in first person, may switch viewpoints as my brain bleeds onto the page.

Takes place after everyone finding out Vlad is half human (that scene where he fights Ingrid off from biting Sally specifically), but let's pretend Bertrand DID bite Erin for my intents and purposes. So Vlad never bit anyone.

This fic is undergoing a re-write, nothing major but I like to think my writing has improved since I started this so I'm going to go through and try to remove mistakes and things like my excessive comma habit. It won't change the story or any events, just hopefully read a little easier.

-YD-

Vlad hated this. Hated that his sister would barely deign to look at him, let alone talk to him. Unless it was to scowl and remind him she thought of him as a 'mongrel'. Though even that had tapered off, it was like he didn't exist to her. Sally and George had long since left, leaving him with a mix of relief that he WAS part human and not all pure evil like he was told to be, and sorrow and defeat that he would likely never see his mother and sister again, because of the half of him that was all monster.

Spending so long contemplating the darker half of him had probably not been good, as lately he'd been going from sadness to anger and back again over Ingrid. Yes, he could understand her... distaste for him, as 'breeding' with humans was more than a little frowned upon in their culture, but how dare she ignore him, treat him like he was beneath even Renfield to her. His father was conspicious in his mostly absence, probably off trying to charm the next breather he got a crush on... they really needed to talk about that sometime.

Different clicking noises were all he heard when he found himself outside Ingrid's room most nights, whether from her pacing in those heels she always wore, or typing away on that huge computer she'd decided she needed. He had to stay very still, though he was sure she at least suspected he was there - the biggest issue with the leather and latex clothing vampires favoured was that they did tend to creak if you stayed in one position too long and then started fidgeting from inactivity.

There was a pinging sound. Then talking. What was his name... Piers. The breather his sister would bother with, though Vlad was sure it was only because he could offer her something she wanted, as opposed to a secret love for anything that wasn't his particular brand of 'half breed'. There was Will after all, though she turned him so he wasn't in between, he was human then he wasn't. Swallowing down the jealousy and anger burning in his throat, he sucked in a breath he didn't need. Then he froze as Ingrid's room became deathly silent. Had she heard him? Seconds that felt like hours ticked by as Vlad tried to calm his racing mind, choose between fight or flight.

The decision was made for him as he heard the whirring of Ingrid shutting down her computer (he hated that he knew it so well, it only proved how pathetic he was lurking in the shadows every night, like a 'real vampire' should) and then a creak, then click. She was off the chair and walking towards the door, towards him. He managed to straighten into a standing pose as she yanked the door open, and for a brief moment they stared at each other, warring emotions in both sets of eyes. Pulling in another breath, he drew on his reserve of courage and sped into her room before she could blink. As his mind pushed her door closed, she turned to him with an expression that clearly said 'what do you want other than to waste my time?'

For a second, he wasn't sure. Though she couldn't have known what was in his head dark corner of his mind he had always ignored, the young boy who only ever saw one female after his mother left before he started school (that wasn't a 900 year old grandparent). The part that accepted his darker side as he saw Ingrid embrace the shadows, the clothes, the blood, was stirring inside him. He tried to push it away, but his body had other thoughts and before he was even sure he was moving, Ingrid was pinned between the wall and him. Registering a snarl, he realised it was coming from him, and for the first time since he took control he let his reflection through. Surrendering to the sudden clarity of what he'd wanted since the first time Ingrid had bared her fangs at him when he was only thirteen, he leaned in close to her ear and growled "It's time you stopped ignoring me." Flipping her around, so he was pressed against her back as she was still against the wall, Vlad pressed against her a little harder.

That infernal light part inside him made him stop short, just for a few seconds though his body made it clear what he was doing, what he wanted. There was no space between their bodies, but his cock filled out to press against her anyway. Another part of him registered Ingrid panting, the scent of hatred and anger and arousal in the air. Shaking with suppressed want, Vlad felt Ingrid press back against him, testing the waters but it was enough of a green light to him.


Ingrid knew. Knew she was right that her little brother wasn't right all along. Knew she was right that she should be in charge. And right now, knew said little brother was skulking outside her room, as he had done almost every night since those breathers he was related to (the infamous Count Dracula idiocy strikes again, good job daddy dearest) had left. She'd done her absolute best to ignore him, to not lower herself to the future leader who wasn't even eligible to lead the Dracula clan, let alone all of vampirekind.

Her computer pinged at her, the sound followed by her screen filling with Piers. Annoyingly persistent but a few little hints, half smiles and flashes of fang and he was easy enough to control. And it was always good to have a live snack who would bend to your every whim, hypnotism always took the edge off the taste of fear. So she let him chatter inanely at her, responding where she felt appropriate. Then she felt it, the surge of anger behind her, and decided her 'little brother' had been irritating her long enough. Signing off with Piers, she shut down the mammoth 'PC' as he called it, ensuring he wouldn't call again while she tore her baby brother to shreds and used him to decorate the living room. She'd probably save a few pieces for her room, just to remind her of the fun.

As she stepped over to her door, she heard him stand up. Face to face it is then little brother. She practically tore the door open, intending to verbally slay her brother before the actual flaying, but she was caught short at the warring emotions on his face. To her annoyance she felt her brain forget all her creative insults and punishments for just a second as it tried to make sense of the boy in front of her. He was just a boy after all, seventeen to her twenty-one and yet she always played second to him. She regretted the drop in her guard, as within milliseconds he was in her room and throwing the door closed with barely a twitch of his hand.

Oh but she could feel it, the war in him, the dark and the light. She barely had time to register the blackness in his eyes before she was pinned to the wall, a deep growl she was unaware he could produce without doing 'the voice' whispering in her ear "It's time you stopped ignoring me." Oh really? She was saved the trouble of coming up with a suitably cutting response as he turned her round, barely giving her the time to turn her head so he didn't break her nose as he pushed her against the wall, holding her there with his body. She thought about struggling but then she felt the shift in him. He was hesitating, though some parts clearly weren't. Feeling adrenaline and arousal flood her veins, part of her was repeating things like 'he's your brother' 'he's a half breed' and the anger that he even dared push her around like this. But then her muscles moved without her consent and she pressed back against him just a little, testing how far he was willing to push.

Vlad was clearly not feeling patient, the second her body implied she was willing he was tugging at her dress, tearing it like paper. This was her favourite dress, and he would suffer for that. He fumbled behind her with one hand to release his straining cock, and ripped her lace underwear (black of course) away from her body with the other before sliding his hand between her thighs. There was something to be said for the human blood in him, his touch felt like fire against her as he found her wet, ready to take him now. There was a low groan behind her and then he was pushing into her, pulling her hips flush to his and she couldn't help but whimper. Vlad stopped, shaking with desire for a moment before he moved, staying deep inside her as he threw Ingrid over her desk, forcing her to brace her hands against it.


The 'this is your sister' was fading as he changed his mind about the wall. Practically throwing her to bend over and brace herself against the desk, all the while staying wrapped in that tight grip her body had on him. He wanted her to be facing the webcam, wanted the thrill that shot through him as he imagined Piers popping up to see the girl he wanted being taken like this by her brother. By her little baby brother she mocked and belittled. The same brother she was clenching around, trying to hold his cock inside her as he started thrusting against her. He hoped he was leaving bruises on her hips as he pulled and pushed her body how he wanted it, moving her over his cock in sync with own hips. The moans that sounded each time he pulled nearly all the way out only to push back in, Ingrid's body calling his to move faster, fuck harder. The heat inside her was mind-blowing, pleasure literally burning along his cock.

This was brutal, angry, animalistic. Three things Vlad would have never been described as before his body led him to defile his sister this way. Spurred on by lust, power and vampiric speed, he felt the burn that always started in his stomach spreading. He knew he was close as he felt his fangs descend. Barely changing rhythm he reached forward, twisting fingers in her soft dark hair and pulling her head back, scraping his fangs down the length of her pale throat.


Vlad pulling his erection free of his trousers as he shoved his fingers against her heat and the tearing of her dress was all the undressing that had happened, though the frantic, punishing thrusts against her were enough to tell anyone who walked in what was happening. Gone was her little brother who never wanted to hurt anyone, she would be bruised and sore and walking funny tomorrow and right now she loved it, reveled in it. His cock wasn't enormous but it he filled her perfectly, stretching her out to fit him as her body tried to clench tighter, torn between those perfect thrusts and the shallow drag of his head over her G-spot as he pushed her forward.

Her hands ached where he pushed her into her desk again and again. A twisted flicker of arousal spiked in her as she thought of the webcam that, had she left the computer on, could have recorded her being fucked by her brother. Then any other thoughts left her as she felt his fingers leave her hip in favour of sliding into her hair, a mild tingle on her sensitive scalp that only stoked the fire in her further as he yanked, pulling her head back and pressing his fangs - oh he was close - down her neck.

The first bite of the chosen one. She was being fucked and almost bitten by the most powerful vampire to ever live. That thought had her tipping over the edge, nonsense words falling out of her mouth as she came, her whole body tensing and releasing as fireworks shot along her nerve endings. In the distance she heard a shocked sound, Vlad clearly being affected by the all new sensations as she climaxed around him. She felt his fangs press just a little harder as his cock pulsed, feeling thicker and harder as he came. Still twitching with aftershocks she felt him pull out of her, sweaty skin against sweaty skin coming apart as he stepped away from her. Using the desk to stay steady she managed to turn around, dimly noting the feeling of his come leaking down her thighs as she shuddered.

Raising her eyes to meet his and well aware her face was probably a mess of running mascara and sweat, she noted the flush on his cheeks, the sweaty curls around his ears (where those curls had come from was anyones guess) and the realisation of what had just happened slamming into them both.

-YD-

This was originally intended to be a one shot, but as you can see by now it's a whole story with a sequel and everything!

However, if you have requests for one shots, let me know!

Can be any YD character, though these two and Bertrand are my favourites.

Requests for other fandoms also welcome though if its not a fandom I'm into I may not be able to.

Will write pretty much anything but *ick* children and *shudders* toilet play.

-Harker-