HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL CREATURES!
Yes. I know it has been a while since I last updated. This is because of Schoolwork, laziness, fandom joining and general 'I HAVE NO BLOODY IDEA!' attitudes. And for that, I am very sorry. However, it may please you (or leave you SCREAMING IN MIND-NUMBING TERROR) to know that this is the penultimate chapter to Worldwide Realisation. It's a bit short... i have to admit... I hope you enjoy my fanglings.

As always, I no way own Young Dracula, and if I did, I wouldn't have gotten rid of the Branaghs or made Erin evil and send her to Paris with Malik. ;)

Chapter 21- Developing

I was still here. Cold. Alone. Unseen. Watching those around me fight for their lives. The slayers fought valiantly and the vampires did also. Robin did his best effort and even Sam did, though she was running low on steam. I noticedthat Will, Miss McCauley, The Prime Minister, Wolfie, the Branaghs and Renfield were all in one corner being protected by none other than Ingrid and my Dad. They were working together to protect the ones they knew were innocent; except for Renfield. They only protected him because The Counts shoe collection was becoming unnaturally dusty. I felt proud of them though.

Chloe was clearly angry and her four years of Karate sessions had come into purpose. The only one that wasn't fighting apart from myself, was Bad Vlad, who had decided to crouch next to me and watch my expression as I saw the horrors of battle. "You see this." he spread his arms wide talking to me, not worried about anyone looking at him oddly, because they were all busy. "This is ALL of your doing. It is your fault that those of who you care about will die." He grinned and wrapped his cloaked arm around my shoulders. I did not flinch. "If you had let me take over beforehand, they would not be in this position. You wouldn't of had to be invisible to them. But now you are... And look where it's gotten you." Bad Vlad laughed at me, making rage rise up in my heart. "You are a sap, a sorry excuse for a vampire, a yellow fang and now all you can do, is sit and watch over the world, alone." He sneered and with a desperate attempt to be free of his taunts, I got up, shoving his arm off of me and started to pace up and down the length of the corridors. Clouds of dust and ash flew up in random spots as many vampires were slaughtered, on both sides.

I had pity for them both and wished I could do something. But I couldn't. But then something more troubling caught my red eyes. Sam was crouched in a foetal position in the corner of the room while Robin fiercely tried to protect her. She shook as finally, the clouds of which cloaked the moon, separated to give a full beam of moonshine gazing directly down onto Sam. She squeezed herself tighter and shivered. In realisation of what was to happen, I rushed over to her side and wrapped my non-existent had over her tensed one. Sam's eyes flashed open at the touch to reveal wolf-like orbs with a glassy emerald colour to them. She threw her head up to the sky and howled a spine chilling moan before an unimaginable light flashed around her and threw me back into the ruined walls. Once the shine had dimmed down, there crouched the same wolf-like being that I had seen before, but something was wrong. The artificial full moon had made her mind confused and violent. She growled menacingly and launched herself at the vampire attacking Robin; sinking her teeth into his side and making his ribs snap loudly under the pressure. With a cry of pain, the vampire disintegrated into dust before us. Sam breathed heavily and made a low, deep noise of frustration, that one would hear with a cat. Robin stared at her with fear but also with gratefulness for saving him. Sam howled again and ran off attacking vampires in her path; her unnatural moon frustrated her, I just knew it.

This was batting me off. All of this. It was awful. I slumped down again against the wall and gripped my hair tightly while resting my elbows on my knees. Taking in unnecessary breaths I began to think, though I struggled with the cries of pain, anguish and frustration ringing out behind me. I wanted to rip off my ears, but that'd do no one good. Bad Vlad came up to me again and smirked. 'You can't stop this. You are not strong enough. And soon they'll all die at our hands.' He looked down at his pale palms and smiled evilly; looking through the slightly longer midnight locks. I stayed silent and still. I never knew I could be such an arse. Or, well, the evil part of me anyway.

Why was he unliving the life I was born into? It didn't seem fair. He had taken control of my being and twisted it into this kind of warped fantasy of his. How could I get out of this? Get my own body back? My family? My friends? My Erin? I thought desperately. For anything. An answer to this situation. I thought of the one time I met Bad Vlad before. He was just as evil and determined as I remember him to be. He was strong, ruthless, murderous- everything I wasn't. But he wished to have full control over my body. Not on my watch. No way, no how. He tried to run into me, which he succeeded in. However, I ripped him from me, and then absorbed him again; making me in control. Yet I felt unstable. Then a thought struck me. I took control before by letting him in. What if I went into him?

My eyes snapped open in realisation. I was in the position that Bad Vlad was in. Unseen by everyone, apart from my mirror image. The only one who could stop me. I stood up, powerful and assured. Bad Vlad gave me a questioning look and stood up himself. "What are you up to?" He said with a slight smirk on his dumb face.

"You threaten my love, my family, my friends, the world and you ask me what I'm up to?!" I screamed in his face, my eyes turning wholly scarlet and the area around my eyes becoming a darker shade. My hands became claws at my sides.

"PMS much?" Bad Vlad chuckled and crossed his arms. He found my irate behaviour amusing. However, I did not find his arrogance, spitefulness and malicious attitude worth cheering about. I stepped one large step towards the reflected one and glared into his eyes.

"You. Will. Pay. For the lives you have ruined. For the secret that was told. For inducing fear in those who oughtn't know of us." I hissed at him with fangs out. The sky above suddenly went a dark purple colour and a thunderous roll boomed through the sky while blinding flashes of blazing light jumped between clouds.

"Why should we have to stay in the shadows? Why shouldn't we embrace our destiny as the most powerful beings on this planet? We are the ones that should rule!" Bad Vlad declared with his tone turning darker and more dictator-like. A couple of heads turned from the fight to see Bad Vlad apparently speaking with himself.

"We are not the most powerful. You have no compassion, no love, no strength. You only have hate, cowardice and terror. This is what makes you weak. And this what makes humans stronger than you'll ever be." I snarled at him and with a terrible roar, he lunged at me, with clawed hands outstretched; ready to tare me limb from limb. But so many thoughts ran through my head. Mum. Dad. Wolfie. Sam. Robin. Branaghs. Miss McCauley. Erin. They couldn't die. I wouldn't let them. I wouldn't let this... This... FAILURE ruin the planet! I felt my unbeating heart swell with energy; a dark, consuming power erupting from my very core. The black smoke and dust surrounded me once more and the numbness of my senses grew strong. With a wide grin, I crouch down, ready to pounce into Bad Vlad. He grew closer and closer and something formed in my thoughts.

Hope.

I was consumed by Bad Vlad. He yelled out in pain as I grasped onto his thoughts and mind with my nails clinging on. He tried to throw me off, shaking his mind till he was dizzy, but I stayed and hung on. I buried my way into his consciousness and tore my way through the lies and the demonic values and the discontent. His blood-curdling mental screeches grew muffled as I ripped out the plans. He was becoming less and less, however, I was becoming more.

"...Vlad..." A feminine voice murmured quietly from the outside. I grasped hold of the connection and tugged. Finally, the yells were cut off and I found myself in control. A familiar fuzzy sensation overcame me as I reconnected with my body and mind. I felt my arms, legs, face return to me. He was gone. And I was here. Me. I could have cried in joy. It was over, finally, I had defeated myself. We could unlive on without the threat of destruction.

I opened my eyes and smiled. But Erin lay unmoving at my feet. With two small holes at her jugular. Blood tainted my lips.

Shit.

-Erin-

The hell?! I could have laughed if it wasn't the face of my boyfriend making that constipated expression. Well, it wasn't really my boyfriend... But it was... Ergh, so confusing. He seemed to be having some kind of fit. His eyes rolled up into his head and he was twitching spasmodically. Vampires, humans and Werewolves alike had stopped fighting to watch this strange display of muscle spasms before our eyes. But none of them would dare ask if he was okay, or give him medical help. No. Because no one really cared about Bad Vlad. They only cared about the destruction he could produce. The fear he could induce. I cared about who he was before.

My Vlad. My sweet, caring, only Vlad. The cheesiest vamp in the world so probably the only one there would ever be. I longed to see the little colour return to his cheeks, and the warmth in his red eyes. I prayed for it. But my silent prayers were cut short when Bad Vlad stopped twitching and stiffened. He stood still with pupil less eyes and a dim expression on his face. I saw a flicker of My Vlad there. Only a flicker, but I had hope. He remained that way for a few seconds more before curiosity overcame me. I stepped forward cautiously one step before Robin grabbed my arm. "Erin. Don't." He warned but I pulled my limb away from him. If Vlad was nearly there, then I was going to help him in the last steps of his return.

With a hobbled walk, I moved nearer to him and looked him in the eyes. "...Vlad..." I mumbled quietly. I jumped when his red eyes returned. But this wasn't my Vlad. He grabbed hold of me and plunged his fangs into my neck for only a millisecond before he shuddered and pulled back, with closed eyes and a straight posture.

I collapsed to the floor and yelled as I felt the venom seep into my veins like a snake sliding along the floor. The people around me were about to come towards me when the eyes above me opened again. Red eyes and a smile. My Vlad. I saw him look down at me as I faded from consciousness. The last thing I remembered of my life was fear. The fear of Vladimir Dracula.

The fear of Vladimir Dracula.

Evil Cliffie.

Mind your language Vladimir.

I admire your patience darlings. And I admit, I am a bucket full of Hsfjshdjfs. BUT PLEASE REVIEW BECAUSE I'M LOSING HOPE! x