Hope in the Impossible
Chapter Seven - Partners in Crime.
She was beside the Count. Of course she was next to the Count. Why wouldn't he be there?
Vlad was there, but she wasn't paying enough attention to know where he was. Someone else was there. Someone important.
She flashed her eyes, taking in her surroundings.
Ramanga!
Why was that so surprising? He looked insane. Mad. Demented. Power mad.
There was still something else... she just wasn't looking hard enough.
"This is it..." What? No! This, she knew this... No, Ingrid didn't want to see this. Not again. It was too painful, too hard. Why? Malik... This hurt her too much. She didn't want to see this but Ingrid still clung to the cold voice escaping his lips. Maybe, just maybe she could save him. But she couldn't, after all this was a dream.
It was playing out exactly how it had happened, and suddenly water was clouding her vision as she looked at Malik. He looked at her with a cold expression. He was breathing heavily, rage exploding from his being. His eyes were everywhere. "The lies, the corruption, the pain" he was still so very very brave. His eyes landed on her and he gave her a ghost of a grin. Blink and you'll miss it.
Ingrid was near tears. Everything they had ever been through. It was flashing through her head and she clung to each of them. But it was like a cloud that disappeared when a finger brushed it.
(a/n; this is series 4 ep 5 14:01) "Between you and me, you may be looking at the newest member of the high council" she had said.
(a/n; this is series 4 ep 6) "I just don't want to see you make a fool out of yourself." They had been mere inches apart. Malik was all calm
"Why do you even care?" She had been so confused then, still was.
"I just do. Care." He had stalked off. Ingrid had a tear slipping down her face.
Now suddenly she was in Malik's place. Vlad was indifferent to the change. Only Malik and her were shocked at the changes. Malik was trying to keep from running to her, he knew she would be dead.
Tears streamed down Ingrid's face as the pain bubbled in her veins. She was fire. Burning and magnificent, but every definition of the end. All things had to die, this was her end.
Now Malik was beside her, Vlad was next to The Count but yet the Count wasn't leaping with joy. Malik was looking at Ingrid, the evilness in his eyes were dying. He was dying.
Again.
She couldn't bear it. If he was in pain, she gave him the only thing she could. She gave Malik the thing she couldn't give him when he was actually dying.
Hope.
They're hands were entwined, because if your going to die, remember the best, remember what you're leaving behind. Ingrid gave him a smile, all teary and defeated. She wasn't going to die, he was, it was already too late. He was dead. This was just a painful memory.
Now with a final gasp of agony, Malik squeezed Ingrid's hand and they fell.
Together in death.
Ingrid sat bolt upright from her coffin, gasping for breath that would never come to her. Her pitch black hair was wild, springing from their roots.
"Malik..." She gasped. It was all a dream, everything. A single tear streamed down her face. She brushed it aside, she was becoming a pathetic idiot.
Malik haunted her dreams but never like this, they were just little echoes in bigger dreams. When in her dreams, she was Queen of Darkness, he was among the crowds or leaning behind the thrown, just out of sight. He was gone.
Burning in amber flames, lost in the heat. Her fault, she knew but it was a way to lose all trace of him before the sadness washed over her.
No more, he wanted to kill the Dracula's, she'd finish the job, save her. She'd avenge Malik. Why? Because Malik was the only one who was like her.
Dark,
Cold,
Manipulative,
Distrustful.
Now he was gone and her family would pay for it. She flipped open her laptop.
Malik was gone but still she couldn't accept it. Still thought that Malik was leaning on the door frame with a victorious smirk. Watching and knowing her plans. He wasn't, the sooner that was in her head, the better.
Piers filled her screen. "Okay I have a plan" she said.
"Wanting a excuse to see me that quickly?" Piers flirted. Malik would have grinned and stayed silent. Malik.
"Shut up and stay on task." She replied with stiffness and emptiness she didn't hide.
Piers held up his hands in a mock surrender and leaned back on his chair. It felt like Malik was beside her, leaning towards the screen, listening as Ingrid told the plan. It seemed like they were always linked.
Whether she liked it or not and she really didn't like it.
Partners in Crime.
Together in Evil.
A/N -
Okay so this was confusing so ill run over it.
Ingrid is in a dream
Ingrid rewatches the death scene, suddenly she is in Malik's place and Malik is tryin to stop from running to her. (vlad and the count don't know about changes)
Malik has switched places with Vlad and now they hold hands and die.
she wakes up and in Malik's name plots to kill her family with piers while thinking maybe Malik is there.
okay with it?
