Not mine sigh.

To everyone sticking with my bizarre little growing vampire family, thank you!

On we go!

-YD-

Robin took the day watch with the babies before Vlad could, feeling like his mates were conspiring to ensure he wasn't left alone to stew in his sadness. They were aware enough to know Vlad wasn't in the mood for sex, head full of his human family as they settled either side of him. Ingrid didn't argue when he held her tighter, Bertrands arm around his waist secure, safe. His body had other ideas as he woke, hips rocking between Bertrand and Ingrid with little conscious thought. "You up for this?" was whispered against his ear, and he nodded almost desperately, pushing back against Bertrand, craving his mind quieting.

They both pinned him down, Ingrid kissing him roughly as Bertrand sunk fangs into his shoulder to make pain and pleasure spark through his body. Arching into the feelings already, he let his mind fall blank to anything but sensation. Wriggling his hips in invitation, Vlad whimpered as he felt fingers push inside him, stretching and stroking him open. Nails scraped down his chest, scratching roughly over his nipples and drawing more sounds of pleasure. Ingrid straddled his face as Bertrand slid inside him, lacing fingers through his hair and tugging the way he loved. Gaining enough focus to wrap arms around Ingrid's thighs, Vlad let his body rock in time with the thrusts in his ass and tongued and tasted Ingrid's sensitive wet skin.

Both his lovers moaning in pleasure, Bertrands thick cock pressing against his prostate and Ingrid's flavour dancing over his tastebuds, he couldn't contain it all and the first stroke of calloused fingers over his cock had him whining, shaking and spurting over Bertrands chest. Once one of them fell, it was rarely long before another followed. He felt cool liquid fill him, then Ingrid's thighs shook as he sucked gently at her clit, wet release filling his mouth as she came. They stayed shaking together for a long moment, a slight hiss as Bertrand pulled out of him the closest to speech as they came down. Bertrand helped Ingrid down, leaving Vlad to try and piece his thoughts back together. He barely registered being picked up and flitted to the bathroom, though he noticed two bodies either side of him as they rinsed the pheromone heavy smells from their skin.

"Vlad? You back with us?" Looking at Ingrid, Vlad knew there was no point lying and said nothing. His lower back ached slightly, making him clumsy as he pulled shorts on. He lifted Adam out of his crib almost mechanically, not remembering entering the nursery to begin with. He was vaguely aware his bondmates were watching him, but feeding babies was so routine he didn't need to think. Vlad did notice when Adam was lifted from his arms, finding Robin looking at him strangely. The base in his mind was starting to lift, and he could feel pulsing concern inside him, their bonds humming with anxiety. "Sorry, I wanted my head to quiet down but I think I let it go a little too blank. Its going now." The anxiety in him didn't lessen, but it anchored him, helped him claw his way back to reality fully.

He was surprised to find Piers and Talitha, having forgotten they were visiting. The boys were sat at the table, talking quietly amongst themselves and Bertrand and Ingrid were feeding the younger girls. "Sorry, I don't know what that was. Back in reality now. Hey guys. Sorry to drag you back so soon after you left." "Its in the name of you guys moving, it'll mean much shorter journeys in future so don't worry about it." "Good job its not until tomorrow night we're doing anything, Ingrid would have staked you for zoning out so much when it's just the two of you." The boys giggled at Piers' accurate description of their mother then, winning a fond smile from Ingrid.

"I know, I am sorry. I didn't mean to worry anyone." Given the room full of people, Vlad wasn't surprised Ingrid answered telepathically. "You've said, but you have been off the last few days. Bertrand was terrified earlier, and he feels guilty for having sex with you right before your mini meltdown. I don't normally advocate it, but if you can't sort this out tonight then shelve it until tomorrow night is dealt with for the sake of sanity." He didn't need to answer, guilt gnawing in his gut now that his bond mates would feel. Checking Bertrands watch, Vlad surmised it was early enough. "Will you two be alright here if I take Bertrand with me?" "Vlad?" Bertrand looked confused - Vlads spur of the moment decision apparently too surprising.

"You want to do this now?" "Yes. I need to get it dealt with before I go crazy, and if I do it now then after we deal with Robin's family we are ready to go." Robin and Ingrid both kissed him, earning giggles and cringes around the room. "Go. We can manage right boys?" the three boys nodded at Robin, promising to be extra well behaved. Many goodbye hugs were traded, and the boys all promised to dress nicely to meet Vlads mother and sister. Bertrand followed quietly as they went to dress themselves, and Vlad remembered earlier. "Hey, my little space out was not because of you ok? I was up for it, and I don't ever want you feeling guilty about having sex with me, it's just wrong." Bertrand nodded, shrugging into his shirt and pulling braces over his shoulders. "Please believe me Bertrand? I'm overemotional enough, don't waste energy feeling guilty for something I very much wanted to happen."

He figured he was as forgiven as he could be when Bertrand straightened his collar, pressing a kiss to his mouth. "So where are we actually going?" "I can feel them if I think hard enough, just follow my lead?" "Don't I always?" They shared a smile, the crooked grin making his stomach flutter as much as ever. He let Bertrand take his hand, leading them out to the court yard before they shifted into bat forms. He left the bonds as open as possible, sending the deep love in his heart along it as apology for his earlier behaviour. "Our blood bonds have been good practice for me, I can just sort of look for them and feel them connected to me." "I sincerely hope you aren't implying our eternal bonds to each other are simply a warm up for something else unique you can do Vlad." "Why Bertrand, did you just crack a joke?" "Shut up and flap." Chuckling to himself, Vlad followed the thrumming inside him.

"This is where I feel it most. We'll have to go old school scent trail to find which house." Sally and George had been at Garside, so every vampire who had been there at the time would know their scent. Checking nobody was around, they dropped to their feet in humanoid form. "So? Get sensing chosen one." Mock scowling at Bertrand, Vlad closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. They were tangibly different, flickers of his own scent - their shared human DNA - drawing him in. "Does she remember she had a son?" Bertrand had been the one to wipe their memories, only he could know that. "Yes, but Piers hacked the paperwork, she wouldn't be able to trace you." "I know, I just thought it may be a little easier to convince her to invite us in if we aren't two nutty strangers." Straightening his windswept clothes and nervously flattening his hair, Vlad looked at the house.

"Now or never. Lets do this." Bertrand squeezed his hand gently, pressing a kiss to his temple. Stepping up to the front door, his arms felt leaden as he lifted a hand and knocked. Bertrand was right behind him, steady and safe as ever. His stomach was doing backflips as footsteps sounded, voices he recognised echoing through the house. The door clicked and opened, and Vlad was looking at his mother for the first time in three years. "Yes?" Realising he was staring, Vlad tried not to let his voice waver too much. "Are you Sally Giles?" "Who wants to know?" "I... I'm her son." Forcing himself to act like he hadn't seen her, achingly missed his family for the last few years was painful, but her look of dawning recognition soothed it.

"A...Adam?" Vlad nodded, hoping she would invite them in before he broke down crying on the doorstep. "I can't believe its you. I mean, I can see you got the Giles nose and my ears but you're all grown up! A man! And who are you?" Sally had finally noticed Bertrand behind him, who smiled politely and introduced himself as 'Adam's tutor and friend'. "Sorry, sorry. Come on in." Feeling the block lift, they forced themselves to walk calmly through the door. Bertrand was scanning the room, looking for reflective surfaces or pointy wood to avoid no doubt. "You must be what, twenty one by now surely?" Vlad nodded, emotions thick in his throat. "I didn't find out I was adopted until recently, and it took a while to track you down."

"How did you? I tried to look for you but there were errors with the files at the agency." "I have a friend who is good with computers, your name and date of birth were enough to go on. Is... Is it true I have a sister?" The sooner they got hold of George, the sooner this painful charade would end. "Oh, oh yes. George!" "What?" was shouted back down the stairs, and Vlad tried to calculate how old she would actually be now. "Would you come here for a moment?" There were sounds of scuffling upstairs, and what Vlad thought sounded like clothes being pulled on. He didn't dwell on that as it was creepy, but he couldn't ignore the smell of sex pheromones on the air when George came downstairs. At a guess, he thought she must be about fifteen by now. Ignoring the nausea inducing idea he had interrupted her, Vlad took her in.

She was taller, still slender framed and hair still long, curly and thick. "Mum why are there two guys staring at me in our house? Jonno is going to worry you're trying to set me up with other guys." Cringing, Vlad hurried to introduce himself. "I'm Adam... I'm your brother." Her dark brown eyes widened in surprise, looking him up and down and then back and forth between he and Sally. "Wow, I can see it. Hey! I'm George!" His little sister smiled brightly, before turning back and shouted up the stairs. "Jonno! Come meet someone?" For a moment, Vlad thought he was imagining things, but the all too familiar scent of slayer overlaying more pheromones preceded Jonathan Van Helsing. He didn't even think before he was moving, holding Jonno against the wall hard.

"What the hell?" three voices echoed - Bertrand would recognise him at least. "Get off my boyfriend! You've only been my brother five minutes." Not letting up the grip, Jonno hadn't said a word as Vlad turned to the humans. "Boyfriend? How old is he?" "Seventeen. I'll be sixteen soon so its ok." "He's twenty one! Jonathan Van Helsing, we went to Stokely Grammar School together. Mother Mina, father Eric - sadly deceased." Vlad didn't mention that he was a vampire slayer - their mindwipes would make them faint. "He what? Are you serious?" Turning back to glare at Jonno, Vlad nodded. Bertrand pressed something into his hand, and Vlad felt the reassuring weight of fang cuffs in his hand. Cuffing Jonno, he took a great deal of satisfaction from punching him in the face. "Here or there?" "There, I think it will be safer."

Sally and George looked between them, mildly terrified now. "Can you take them? I trust you, but I don't want him out of my sight." Bertrand nodded, and it was a mad dash for speed as they flitted, grabbed their human passengers tightly and jumped. Now they knew the way, it wasn't nearly as long a journey as they landed back at Garside. "What the hell is going on?" Sally was looking around in confusion, George looking a little air sick and a little betrayed. Jonno had blissfully fainted on the way, so Vlad dropped him to the floor unceremoniously and signalled Bertrand. Placing mindwipes was delicate, skilled business. Lifting it was easy - If it was yours in place. As Bertrand had placed them, it was like flipping the off switch and the wipes were gone. They hurried to catch the fainting humans, calling Ingrid out to the courtyard.

"Why is there an unconscious cuffed slayer on the floor? I am guessing that's what made you unbelievably angry earlier?" Nodding at Ingrid's assumption, Vlad lifted his little sister while Bertrand carried Sally. Ingrid hauled Jonno in a dragged position by his cuffs, the three vampires flitting into the lower level bedrooms from the hotel conversions. They laid the two Giles down carefully, Jonno dumped on the floor and his cuffs locked around a chair leg. "Keep everyone together where they are, they shouldn't be out too long and it doesn't appear to have had anywhere near the impact Robin's had, so they should be fine if a little confused." Bertrand and Ingrid planned, and Vlad sat staring at his mum and sister. The white yin to his yang was still around her neck, and in spite of what he knew had happened George was still the ball of sunshine and innocence he remembered.

Ingrid's hand pressed to his cheek, and Vlad stood to kiss her. She let him cling to her tightly, and he realised Bertrand had traded off to go keep everyone in position so she could comfort him. "Nervous?" "Terrified." Ingrid lifted one of his hands, laying their blood binding rings next to each other. "No matter what, you aren't alone ok?" Knowing Ingrid was trying to sweetly tell him not to be an ass and try to withdraw from people he had essentially bound his soul to, he nodded. They stayed embraced for a while, not speaking again while Vlad cried softly into her shoulder. His stomach growled, aware there were two full of blood humans next to him. "Have you eaten at all today?" He couldn't help the slight smirk on his face as thoughts of Ingrid over his face arose. "Stop it, I'm guessing that's a no?" "Yeah, I hadn't really thought about it until now though."

She knew he wouldn't leave their sides until they woke, so his wonderful wife flitted off to get him a bottle of soya blood and delivered it to his vigil spot. Drinking deeply and feeling his stomach soothed a little, Vlad wiped his mouth and smiled. "Thank you." Placing the bottle aside, Vlad indulged in kissing Ingrid again, lips meeting and moving together softly. "I love you, I'm sorry I've been a terrible husband lately." Ingrid's hands laced behind his neck, the fact she had to look up when they were this close still kind of new to them. "You're forgiven. Idiot." Tender affection rose in him as Ingrid's mouth twitched into a smile. "Vlad?" A croaky whisper sounded behind them, the Dracula siblings stepping an acceptable distance apart and waiting to see what theyd seen or heard.

"Yeah George, it's me." "You got old big brother." "Says you, you look like you grew a foot a year!" George smiled, sitting up and spotting her mother and boyfriend. "What happened? Where are we? And why is Jonno in cuffs?" Pulling a chair to the side of the bed, Vlad sat down. Ingrid tapped his shoulder, saying she would go wait with the others since the slayer was safely restrained. "Its a very long story, and I don't want to tell it more than once. So once mum wakes up we will get on with the who what where when why and how business, ok?" "Won't have to wait long, I'm awake. I think. I might be dreaming, I haven't decided yet." Chuckling in spite of his nerves, Vlad clasped his necklace. "Mum?" Her eyes opened, and it seemed almost automatic for her to touch the white half around her neck. "Vlad? What's going on? Why is George's boyfriend out cold?" Knowing their memory just before the mindwipes were lifted would be shaky, Vlad moved to lift Jonno. "Everything will be explained, I promise. Just follow me?" They both stood, looking little unsteady but they followed him, following his sense of everyone congregated in the games room - it was bigger. "It'll be ok Vlad" echoed in his mind from his bond mates, steeling his nerve as he led them into the room.

-YD-

All Vlad chapter, I know BUT it is the Sally/George stuff, that is all about Vlad!