Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews! It would have been great if I could have replied to them to say thanks but, since I couldn't... THANK YOU! Anyhow, there's a poll on my profile to determine who Vlad's paired with. If you could answer the poll or tell me in a review or something then that would be awesome! It would preferably be an Avenger (or perhaps Hill or Coulson) but please let me know! Thank you, and without further ado, here it is! :D


I stood growling as I watched the blue bastard get away from the collapsing tunnel, unfortunately the Agent behind wasn't so lucky, I'd have to get them later. The chopper followed the truck with the smurf on it, he sat on the back smirking, and God I wanted to wipe that smirk from his face so badly. Permanently if possible, with a great amount of pain on his part, it would be fun... for me and my sadistic self.

The truck zoomed and bumped across the terrain, nearly unseating smurf a couple of times. Key word being nearly... dammit. I ignored the other Agents in the chopper, including Fury; I didn't see the way his eyes flashed as he stared at my back the cogs and gears turning in his head as he thought. I stood to one side of the chopper's open side while an Agent with blond hair and blue eyes stood to attention at the other, he looked and seemed like a formidable Agent, don't cross him.

I grinned and laughed a snarl, showing my fangs for the world to see, though only the Agent on the other side noticed. He didn't even shift. My pitch black eyes glowed in the dim light as I watched and aimed in glee, and called the flames forward. Fireball after fireball left my palms as I aimed at the smurf and the truck, grinning each time I grazed it or was really close and frowned and became even more determined than before, if it missed completely.

I charged up a super fireball that glowed electric blue and orange/red as I noticed Loki charge up the blue thing. I let the superball go when he let the energy go. I heard the gasps of awe and slight fear behind me as the Agents caught sight of the superball.

Then it all went to hell when the energy hit, damn the smurf!

I managed to focus enough to see that the superball had hit its mark and the truck was jerking away with a burning roof, just out of smurf's way. Crap. I just hoped it didn't hurt Clint.

I grinned before realising that the chopper was almost in pieces, on fire and falling, the humans probably wouldn't survive the fall and well if they did it'd all blow up and I might end up losing it over the blood. I thought and came up with a conclusion, time to show the vampire strength.

I looked back at the Agents before I jumped, in the spilt second I saw they're fear and Fury's fury (I found that kinda funny) not to mention blond guy's seeming impatience for impact and the world to end.

I jumped, they screamed and blond guy made a move to grab me, I grinned at him. As I fell I mock saluted him and then waited a bit before flying, god it felt great to be in the air, even in situations as dire as this.

I flew up to the bottom of the chopper and grabbed it, managing to slow it down as I used my strength and flew at the same time. It was great to see the gaping faces of the normally stoic Agents, even Fury and blond guy were gaping. I laughed, slightly manic as I flew on an adrenalin high, flying and using super strength to do good. The best kind of adrenalin high.

I easily brought the chopper gently down to earth and watched as the truck and the smurf got away, even if it was on fire.

I chuckled as I watched some of the Agents kneel and kiss the ground, it wasn't that bad surely? I made it much better than it would have been. The Agents stood and watched the chopper burn and the burning truck get away, Fury and the blond guy stood from their seats on the ground and stalked towards me. Great a lecture of some kind, should I get away? Nah, hear them out, I can just laugh later.

"We'd like to offer you a proposition." Fury said, well I wasn't expecting that, I widened my eyes and raised my eyebrows.

"What is this proposition?"

"To be a part of the Avengers," Blond guy deadpanned. Wow, so they want me to join the team Barton was assigned to?

"Is this the team Clint's on?" Fury looked surprised, he really shouldn't have been, Clint didn't have all that much respect for rules, even from SHIELD.

"Yes it is." Blond guy replied, he received a confused look from Fury though.

"Are you going after Loki?" If I was gonna join then I at least wanted to be able to get Clint back and take down the smurf.

"Yes we are, are you in?"

"Yeah, I'm in. If you don't mind me asking why, and who are you?" Gotta make sure they don't think I sparkle...

"Well we could do with a vampire on the team, especially the chosen one." Oh, for fucks sake even here and now I can't get away from the chosen one. "And I'm Agent Phil Coulson." He stuck his hand out for me to shake, I took it nervously this was the guy Clint was scared of then...

"Vladimir Cou-" I stopped at the look on his face "Vladimir Dracula." I said in my native accent, it was fun seeing people shiver as the accent reached them.

"Where and when?" I asked.


I flew home to the little house I called my own; I could have lived in more grandeur considering the Chosen One title and the Dracula account. But what was the point? I'd most likely have to move after a few years, can't have anyone noticing that I didn't age. As I walked in I noticed something off about the place, the door was locked but the window beside it was ajar and the place just seemed ruffled. Like someone had been there but had only just ghosted through, but well I'm a vampire and I pride myself on my sense of smell and such.

I took a deep breath and let the scents brush through, blood. Fresh, pumping through a human body and here, they'd better not piss me off to much. I might loose it, it did smell irresistibly tempting. You never know, it could happen. Only a small relapse.

I followed the sent into the kitchen only for it to get slightly familiar. I let my fangs down but hid them behind my lips; just in case (I couldn't be assed with having to mind-wipe someone). I rounded the corner only to find a SHIELD Agent trying to break into my stash of soy-blood. I cleared my throat.

The female Agent spun around and glared at me, her bright blue eyes glowing with red circles underneath them. Great a Loki possessed female.

I drew in the scents again, only to groan.

Great a female Agent possessed by Loki, and on her period. Females tended to get bitchy anyway, never mind about one possessed by the silver –tongued bastard and on her period. Great, super bitch fight coming up; I'd probably end up scratched. But it needed to be quick; Agent Hill was going to pick me up in about an hour (it had taken me a few days to get back, with all the mess and vampire senses I'd stayed behind to help rescue people and such). This place needed to look like it had never been lived in, when I left.

The Agent glared at me and settled in a defensive crouch with a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other. Why hadn't she tried to shoot already? Oh yeah, Loki probably raided Clint's mind neither of those weapons would do anything to me. I watched as the Agent lunged forward and I grinned stepping aside before noticing that the knife gleamed silver. Shit. A silver knife, and so that meant that there had to be something up with the gun. Fuck. Great.

"HAVE YOU NO ORIGINALITY?" I shouted, I hoped Loki could hear somehow. I mean come on silver bullets. One just missed my shoulder. That Agent bitch is going down. I lunged forward and grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her head back against the wall. It should recalibrate her. Fuck, ouch big, big mistake.

The Agent slid down the wall and slumped unconscious against the wall. I groaned before speeding to the bathroom and jumping in the shower with my clothes on and I ripped the knife out of my stomach coughing at the burning smell and the blood leaking from the wound (I was the only vampire who could bleed, a part of all this chosen one nonsense). This blood wasn't the type that attracted vampires, it more like repelled them. It was gross enough to me I can't imagine what it would be like for other vampires. Though one bonus was that it only came when I was hurt with a weapon capable of damaging a vampire, it would repel them if I was ever injured. And I was immensely glad that it wasn't able to be smelt when it was inside me 'cause then I'd be mega popular. Not.

I winced and waited for the wound to heal, before I whipped around in the shower, ducking to the ground. But I wasn't quick enough, which is seriously weird for a vampire never mind about the chosen one. But silver slows us all down if it doesn't kill you immediately. I doubled over and shouted in pain, the bitch had shot me, with a silver bullet an- AW FUCK! The thing had garlic paste in it, really, really strong garlic paste.

I groaned before speeding out of the shower and grabbing the woman, I obviously hadn't hit her hard enough in the head. Well that could be sorted. I shoved her only to double over as pain fled to my chest as garlic started to spread and burn and bleed. Biting my lip to ignore the pain I grabbed her again and this time positively rammed her head into the wall. She went limp in my grip and I dropped her grunting. Garlic and sliver in one go, fantastic!

I heard a bang and something crashing to the floor, before light footsteps ran up the stairs. I tensed before realising that the scent was one I'd smelt on Clint a few times. So Hill mustn't have been able to make it then.

Grimacing and groaning I stumbled my way over to the wall by the door, as the footsteps got closer to the bathroom door.

"Miss Romanoff," I called out "I could do with a little help in here, if you don't mind." I managed to grit the last bit out before muffling a groan of pain and slamming my head against the wall as another wave of garlic burned through my insides. I held my breath making sure not to breathe in case I lost it when I smelled blood, being weak and all, it would be just what I needed to heal. So breathing was off the menu.

I stumbled and crumpled to the floor as the burning and bleeding increased, and nearly smashed my head on the sink, but a pair of delicate hands grabbed my head and moved it out of that collision path. Just in time.

"Thank you," I gritted out to the redhead as I forced myself to stay conscious and not black out.

"What do you need?" She said urgently, no hint of her Russian accent.

"Silver bullet... garlic... chest..."I trailed off before I blacked out, no longer able to fight back the crushing wave of black..


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(This chapter has been updated, like the others, the writing got on my nerves ;) -23/1/14)