Disclaimer - All characters and Vampirates in general was made by Justin Somper.

Wow. Sorry for my terrible lateness you guys! Schools been baaad.

I'll quickly answer a couple of reviews and such likes.

Alexandraya - not to sure about the whole captain/twin mother thing. I don't think Sally Tempest's the captain , but it's given me tons to consider, might change my mind if I think up something interesting….

I.write.sins.not.tragedies. - it's a secret! Hehe.

Now that embarrassing part is over , let us move onto the horrible story.

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Footsteps. Laughter. A loud , bright , joyful melody played by Tavern's band , making Grace tap her foot in time to the drum beats. The music made Grace thing back to a night ago ,when she and Lorcan had danced around her cabin. What had he wanted to say to her that night? No , now was not the time to be thinking about that , Connor could be in danger!

" Nothing seems to be amiss' , Lorcan commented , finishing securing the little boat to one of the jetties.

"Nothing seems to be amiss yet' Grace replied , trying in vain to keep her nerves out of her voice .As Lorcan helped her onto the fragile wooden planks on the walkway.

The two of them fell into step together ,walking towards the bright lights of the tavern doorway , most of the pirates were inside already , but that didn't stop Lorcan glancing warily over the ones that chose to stand around outside , taking in the sea breeze or looking up at the stars. Inside , the noise enveloped them both , the rhythmic music of the band , the babble and shouts of pirates and the clanking and clunking of glasses as various crews undertook toasts. Grace was glad she'd been here once before , with a large group of people no less , making returning to the Tavern a second time slightly less daunting.

"Can you see Connor?" Lorcan asked , looking quite amused with the noise and chaos before him.

"No," Grace replied , standing on tip-toe , trying to see above the heads of the mass of pirates. "Can you?," she asked him , seeing as he had the advantage when it came to height between them.

"Nope," he answered , looking over the heads of the crowd , "maybe he'll be coming later-"

"Oh , sorry about that! , Lemme buy you a drink to make up for -" A young boy bumped into Loran , spilling rum over the both of them. "L-Lorcan?" , the boy asked , sounding surprised , and slightly excited.

"Connor!" Grace cried , recognising her brothers voice ,stepping forwards and hugging him.

"Grace , you're the last person I expected to see here , you have to tell me what you've been doing. And you've got to meet my new…wait. Why are you here anyway?" Connor asked with a frown. "Is something wrong?" , he added in concern.

"No…no . Nothing's wrong , just I had a strange dream , about you. Anything odd been happening lately?" Grace questioned.

Connor replied with a shake of his head , bright green eyes confused and concerned.

"It seems like nothing's going on," said Loran lightly , placing a hand on Grace's shoulder, "although maybe if you feel better we could stay for a while. I'm sure you and Connor have a lot of talking to do".

Grace smiled , nothing was wrong , and she got to see Connor! This night was turning out better than she'd hoped.

"Excellent," Connor replied grinning . He turned round to scan the Tavern. "See if there's a spare table anywhere , it's a pretty quiet night , so we could be in luck".

"This is a quiet night?", Lorcan joked , turning to help look over the Tavern. He stiffened , his hand tensing on Grace's shoulder. Grace frowned , glancing at Lorcan. His eyes were staring at something , no , someone in the crowd. She looked out , trying to see what was upsetting him so , nerves already twisting her stomach. Nothing , nothing , nothing out of place. Then she saw him. A young man , with unhealthily pale skin. His eyes looked feverish and he looked at the faces of the people around him hungrily. A coincidence? No , Grace could see another one like him , a woman , looking equally hungry and desperate. Soon she was able to pick out more of them , sitting and standing , looking around the Tavern with greed. More and more and more and more.

"W-what's the problem?" Connor asked suddenly . Shaking both Lorcan and Grace out of their terror.

"Draw your sword," Lorcan instructed Connor calmly.

"Sword? But , we're not allowed them in Ma Kettles! No one has anything on them so why's there a threat…it's not? Oh God!" Connor swore under his breath as he began to understand why both of them seemed so worried.

"Loran? What are we supposed to do?" Grace enquired , trying to keep herself calm.

"We leave , now" Lorcan answered , taking her hand and beginning to propel her towards the door. Connor following.

They stopped suddenly. Gazing out of the doorway.

They saw him.

Eyes like pits of fire , with long fangs. Looking as strong and as fierce as he had ever been.

Sidorio.

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A bit over dramatic. And really not my best work.

But I wanted to post something so please review with how to improve.

I'll write the next chapter pronto!