Author's Note:

I think this will be the second to last chapter, I'm sorry but I can't find the inspiration to continue this, it's been so long since Young Dracula stopped and I have nothing left to go on anymore. But, a guest wanted me to update and I felt obliged to.

Clare: this will be Mingrid don't worry. Thanks for reading even though im soo lazy that I cant update straight away.

Disclaimer: I don't own YD, or any of its characters, it belongs to the BBC

Chapter Nine

"Expect the Unexpected"

"Get the hell out!"

The coldness seeped into Garside Manor as Ingrid flung the doors open with a fiery rage, her hands gripping the collar of Malik's leather jacket. Her nails, digging painfully into his neck. She, all but threw him outside into the front yard. He stumbled but quickly regained his balance and turned around to face her while running a hand through his hair.

Ingrid pointed a finger as she panted in fury to Malik, who was wiping blood away from his lips, "And you stay out."

"You disgust me" She added to which Malik could only smirk, bitterly.

Piers soon found his way to them and hung beside Ingrid, eyes wide in confusion. He looked between the pair who were engaging in a staring contest. Finally he broke the ice. "Ingrid, what are you doing? What happened?" He lay a hand on her shoulder to calm her down but Ingrid's chest still heaved.

"None of your business, Piers" she spat, then her tone changed as she smiled "I was merely escorting Malik out."

"What? Why? He saved your life." Piers argued

"And this is me, not caring." She replied, final.

5 MIN EARLIER

The water still encased the pair but Malik just about managed to shuffle in front of Ingrid, him towering slightly above her. Her eyes managed to look up at, curious as to what he was doing. He looked at her in the eye, a serious demeanour cloaking his face. "Sorry Ingrid." He said with a smile.

His hands began snaking up her arm and stopped to hold her upper arm tightly. By now Ingrid wore an expression of slight panic in her eyes but could not struggle against his grip. He slowly began leaning forward, testing to see if she would find the energy to push him away, when it was to no avail, Malik inwardly sighed, not wanting to continue but knowing he had too. His lips touched hers just slightly, hoping now she would push him away. He looked at her and saw anger and fury diminish the panic that had previously settled in her eyes. He pressed his lips more firmly on hers forcing hers to move with his.

He began to feel her arms slowly move to his and begin to nudge him off but the water behind Malik didn't shift so stood his ground and continued. He lifted one hand from her arms and placed it on her jawline while the other hand found its way to her hair. He didn't know why he did that, he told himself that it was because if Ingrid thought the kiss was passionate then she would be more repelled by the idea and fight harder to push him away. Half of his brain told him that was the reason for his actions whereas the other said there was no other reason as to why he was doing that other than

He enjoyed it.

Ingrid stood wide eyed as Malik placed his lips on hers and tried with great strength to move her arms so she could push him away. This wasn't right, she may not be the most loyal person in the world but Piers, who gave her equal ownership over her home, and she wouldn't be disloyal to him, never. Her hands tightened around Malik's and tried desperately to move him. Until he placed his hands on her face and hair. If she could describe the feeling that was coursing through her veins, it would be the feeling of… giving in.

When her hands itched to hold his face or clench his jacket, her anger returned. He made her, betray Piers. No. She would never dare. She suddenly found the energy to push him off of her and tried desperately to tell herself that she didn't miss the feeling of his lips on hers.

Suddenly she saw that behind Malik - who had whipped round the second he got pushed away - the water was being urged in the direction of the warriors. The warriors had taken to standing there with their swords planted on the ground and leaning on them as if the swords were walking sticks and when they saw the water approaching them rapidly, they could do nothing except stare wide eyed.

Oh, that's why Ingrid thought He used me to survive.

Malik had his hands on the back of his head as he stared in awe at the spectacle in front of him, nearly forgetting what had happened to cause the event, except the weird revelation that he liked the kiss.

He turned around to face Ingrid, "Next time Ing-"

He got cut off as a burning sensation hit his cheek, the pain throbbing harshly. She slapped him, Ingrid Dracula slapped him. Then he felt her grab his jacket roughly and he was being lifted quickly out of the hole in which they arrived. He saw Piers still crouching near the hole and then saw him scramble to his feet to follow.

PRESENT TIME

"Piers, go." Ingrid demanded sternly, her eyes not leaving Malik's once.

"What? Why?" Piers asked, still very confused. "What if you burn him to bits while I'm not here?"

"SINCE WHEN DID YOU CARE?" Ingrid snapped "You were the one that wanted him in that cove, he was going to rot to death there, how is this any different?"

Piers kept quiet, he actually didn't know why he cared, maybe because deep down Piers knew he was no murderer. He silently opened the doors and went into the house and waited patiently. He felt like a boy, when his mother had told him to go to his room, but then again Ingrid could sense if he was nearby. Best not.

Meanwhile, Ingrid walked towards Malik slowly. "I thought you'd like an audience for my death." Malik smirked. Ingrid hissed only evoking a hiss back from Malik. They stood centimetres

"You dare do that again to me, and I'll make you very sorry." Ingrid threatened

"Since when were you so loyal?"

"Since Piers gave me equal ownership of the house"

"Otherwise…" Malik responded.

"Nothing. Nothing would have happened between me and you."

"Are you sure? I seem to remember you thinking I cared for you"

"That was a long time ago." Ingrid blinked at the past memory, they were good friends back then. They never could be anymore. "And I seem to remember that you said that if you and I weren't half-siblings…."

"I never said that."

"You implied it."

"Long time ago, it isn't the same now."

"It isn't is it? Now I want you out of here, you are lucky that I didn't kill you on the spot."

"Fine." Malik walked to the gates and then got on the stolen motorbike. "By the way, I'm very flattered, you seemed to enjoy the kiss, didn't you?" He grinned.

"And as I recall, so did you." Ingrid replied.

Safe to say I'm not good at kiss scenes but I tried my best, this was not where I wanted the story to go but I needed to wrap the story up in the next chapter and I felt you deserved a scene like that. I was feeling very uncomfortable writing that but I hope you sort of, maybe like it?

-Lordsy