If you are particularly observant, you will have noticed that I changed the name of the story. That's because I didn't really want to finish it and write a sequel. So, this is basically my version of Season 5, I guess. Enjoy!

If there's any characters or couplings or ideas you want to see, please let me know!

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All Olga could do was watch in shock, as Vlad sped across the room and grabbed Emarni by the throat. The girl didn't make a sound, her eyes closed and her jaw slack. She was clearly unconscious. Vlad slammed his sister's head against the wall, until her skull looked like it was going to crack.
"Vlad, I'm normally up for murdering family members for no reason, but she just saved your unlife." Ingrid hissed at him, from where she was knelt beside the Count's dead body, "And Olga's too, unfortunately." The American rolled her eyes at her, resisting the urge to tear her throat out. Vlad was trying his hardest to squeeze the life out of his sister, gripping her so hard that she began to crumble into dust. That was when Malik intervened, getting to his feet.
"Vladimir, leave her now." Malik said, wearily, separating his brother from his sister, "She betrayed her own mother to save you." Shakily, Vlad loosened his grip on his sister. Somebody coughed loudly and pointedly.

Katherine was leaning against the doorway casually, waiting for someone to notice her. It was true, she had worked and fled with the slayers, but she was back now.
"If you want your money then tough. I can't afford to pay you." Vlad turned to her, "I lied, Katherine."
"I can bring him back." Katherine said, quietly.
"What?" Vlad spun around and dropped Emarni to the floor- the Vaccaria girl made a sort of choking noise, like she was gasping for breath. Nobody moved to help her, not even Malik.
"The Count, I can bring him back." Katherine said, "I can use magic."
"You can do that?" Ingrid looked taken aback.
"Not all witches are useless." Katherine rolled her eyes, "It's not just tarot cards and voodoo dolls." She glided across the room and knelt beside The Count; as she did so, she waved an arm up at the ceiling and caused the rain to cease falling. Very slowly, Katherine began to chant, ignoring the uneasy looks from the surrounding vampires. It wasn't a simple spell and it toyed with the forces of darkness.
"I want to stick a stake in her." Ingrid growled under her breath.
"Oh, please. Like you have the backbone to kill someone." Olga scoffed, and then they were arguing just like old times.

Nearly everyone was watching when the Count's eyes flew open suddenly and made everyone jump a little. Instantly, Vlad flung his arms around his Dad and almost cheered.
"Dad." Malik sounded relieved, but he kept his distance. He was still slumping against the nearby wall, with his sister unconscious by his feet.
"Vladdy, my favourite boy!" The Count laughed in his Count-like way and let Vlad hug him, "Ingrid. Malik. Olga. And the blonde one." The Count nodded to the rest of his family mutually.
"—what?" Emarni murmured.
"I'm so happy you're okay!" Vlad sounded close to tears.
"Save us the drama, he's fine." Ingrid got to her feet and stamped away, her heels clicking against the floor, "Come on, Malik. We have to get an annulment." She dragged her older brother after her.
"My life is turning into a soap opera." Olga drawled, rolling her eyes.

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The whole room blurred into one piece of swirling artwork, as Emarni tried to sit up. She was not alone, which was a pleasant surprise; she could barely remember the events of the night before.
"We were never properly introduced." Vlad was shorter than Emarni had originally thought and his hair a lot shorter. To be honest, she had never seen a picture of him- but she had seen a portrait of her father and assumed Vlad would take after him.
"Emarni Persephone Vaccaria." Emarni shook his hand and smiled wearily, "You decided not to kill me."
"Vladimir Dominus Imperator Electus Dracula. You can call me Vlad." Vlad grinned, "You saved my unlife." His grin was friendly, like he was amused by something, not a cruel one like Malik's. He swept Emarni into his arms and began to walk.
"Where are we going?" Emarni asked. Her feet were aching, blood dripping down the side of her face and into her mouth. It wasn't her own, and it was delicious. Slayer's blood.
"Upstairs. Everyone needs rest, I think." Vlad said.
"I'll be leaving then." Emarni attempted to wriggle free of Vlad's arms, unsuccessfully.
"You and Malik..." Vlad sighed, "You're welcome to stay... You are family, after all."
"You have my deepest thanks." Emarni said. Then, she fell silent again. Her body was swaying from side to side, as Vlad walked. In front of them, in the near distance, Emarni could see her brother being dragged up a twisting staircase. Cousin Olga had fallen into step with Vlad somehow.
"Can't you walk, Blondie?" Olga sneered, "Is your head so full of air that it's weighing you down?"
"Somehow, I do not find that amusing in the slightest." Emarni said, "But she is right, I can walk, Vladimir." And she could, just not very well.

It was hurting Ingrid to watch all the family reunions that were going on in her house. Malik was smirking at her, slumping sideways across a chair and massaging his feet.
"You're not going to make your feet feel any better wearing those shoes." Ingrid said, trying not to look up at him.

It was true, Malik's shoes were not exceptionally well fitted to his feet and they dug into the sides of his feet. So, Malik began to struggle with the straps that held them to his feet, until he wriggled both his feet free.
"Stop it! Your feet probably stink." Ingrid wrinkled her nose.
"My feet smell just fine, thank you very much." Malik said, rubbing the tops of his feet.
"Malik, what the hell are you doing?" Vlad demanded, as he slunk through the door. He threw himself into the seat beside Ingrid, frowning at his older brother.
"My feet hurt." Malik muttered, darkly; then, trying not to sound concerned, "Is she okay?"
"Emarni?" Vlad sounded surprised, "She's fine. A little worn out maybe, a few cuts and bruises here and there, but she's fine. She's sleeping."
"And Olga?" Ingrid mimicked Olga's drawling accent.
"Complaining about where she's going to sleep." Vlad said. It took a few seconds for that to sink in.
"She's staying?" Ingrid groaned loudly, letting her head fall into her hands. Even Malik, who had only known Olga for a few hours and barely spoken to her, knew that this was bad news.
"She doesn't have anywhere better to go." Vlad said, "Uncle Ivan is dead."
"Boo hoo hoo, save the sob story." Ingrid rolled her eyes, "First, there was Erin. Then, Malik and Emarni. Now, Olga. Why don't we just open up a hotel?"

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Moonlight was shining down on Ingrid's dark hair, making it glitter in the pale light. Her arms were firmly folded across her chest and she kicked the ground as she walked. Both Emarni and Julian had run circles around her with ease. And that frustrated the young vampire. Speaking of Emarni, Ingrid sighed, as she saw the shadow of the tall, slim girl cast upon the ground. She was staring into the distance.
"Emarni." Ingrid nodded to her, as she stood beside her older sister- that was going to take getting used to.
"Is it wrong to miss her?" Emarni asked, "Is it wrong to miss the dead and betrayed?" Her face was cold and dead, her lips a dark shade of red. Her shoes were the same shade of red, with tall heels; so, she could be as tall as Malik, Ingrid guessed.
"Is it right to miss the dead?" Ingrid said, thinking of Will. Her sister turned to look at her, with an odd expression on her face.
"You know someone who died. Someone you miss bitterly." Emarni said; she didn't phrase it as a question, but as a statement. It was true, which was why it hurt.
"I didn't say that." Ingrid protested instantly; then, she sighed, "Yeah, yeah it is true." Will had been nothing but a childhood boyfriend, as Ingrid constantly reminded herself, but that didn't stop him having a place in her cold, dead heart.
"I thought so." Emarni said, "I was wondering who Will was." This girl was beyond brilliant sometimes, Ingrid thought, shaking her dark head in disbelief. Emarni looked at her, smiling a little sadly.
"You have an urn. On a shelf. In your coffin room." Emarni said, looking a little guilty, "My apologies, but I could not resist the urge to explore. I touched nothing."
"Go in my room ever again and I swear I will pound the unliving daylights out of you!" Ingrid said, without bothering to put any anger into her words.
"Will was your first. Malik will be your last." Emarni said. Then, she returned to staring ahead, into the dark night. Grabbing her sister by the arm, Ingrid tried her hardest to glare at her. But she was scared- not that she would ever admit it.
"What do you mean "my last"?" Ingrid asked, but Emarni shrugged the questions off. She wrenched her arm free and began to walk in the direction Ingrid had come from, towards their home.
"What do you mean?" Ingrid demanded, walking after her, "You must know something, mean something."
"Why does everything have to 'mean'?" Emarni said, "What is wrong with a little meaninglessness now and then?"

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