This was written before Erin became a half fang therefore she was turned in different circumstances.

Synopsis: She must have spent over three hundred years searching for him, now she'd found him.

Through the Ranks

So she was going to meet him, not for the first time and not for the last she hoped. She was incredibly proud to have got this far; hardly any female vampires had completed the physical exam and she was a half fang pretending to be a vampire for bats sakes!

"You are the elite," Bertrand growled at the solemnly hushed group of vampires and vampettes. "You have been handpicked for this; I expect each one of you to act as such," Each of the vampires nodded.

Bertrand had set them through a few vigorous exercises while he went to get Vlad or the Chosen One as she should call him. For a few moments she had been terrified Bertrand would recognise her but he'd obviously not been interested before and the black locks she now sported helped quite a lot. Apparently stasis spray made them think she was a full vampire and just a little concealer made the bite mark vanish completely. Half fangs weren't allowed to attempt training because their creators would not let them. She was lucky, her creator had died not long after creating her and she was so glad. When she remembered the week or two of loyalty she had it was like her mind hadn't been hers.

But here and now was what she needed to think about, she'd missed Vlad so much and she needed him now.

The doors opened and Bertrand entered.

"Bow in the presence of your leader," He barked sinking to his knees. The initiates including her sank to their knees as well.

Erin tried to keep her head down but she had to look up as he walked into the hall. Her heart burned with a desire it hadn't ever before.

He looked evil and she wanted him for it. There was a little red tint on his fangs which told her exactly what he'd been doing beforehand. She was slightly worried, she shouldn't find that attractive!

Vlad's eyes surveyed the room and quickly she put her head down.

Maybe Bertrand wouldn't recognise her but Vlad certainly would.

"There's a half fang in here," His voice barely held any emotion other than couldn't-care-lessness which sparked another stab of desire. "Get them all out," Bertrand raised an eyebrow and Vlad's eyes narrowed at their telepathic conversation. "Remember who's in charge here, now get them out!" Bertrand moved surprisingly fast and moved everyone from the room, snagging her as she attempted to leave.

"Move it half fang," A harsh push on her back; he still hadn't realised who it was. She was glad. She'd be dead already if he had.

She was led through a maze of corridors to a set of chambers.

Vlad stood with his back to her as he tipped some alcohol into his blood. "You know half fangs are not allowed to apply to be part of the protection detail," He was totally at ease with his back to her. She wondered if he already knew. "I'm pleasantly surprised that a half fang managed to pass the physical exam, you should be very proud of yourself," Erin felt slightly glad her blushing days were long gone. "But we cannot take you," What?! It took a lot of effort to stop her saying it out loud.

"Why?" She asked she was sure she knew why though.

"Half fangs have loyalties, loyalties that are difficult to change and the risk of betrayal is far too high. Even if you didn't want to if your master told you to you would have to,"

He turned round and offered her a crystal glass. "Don't pout like that," Then he stopped and squinted at her. "I know you," Erin was unsure of how to react so nodded. Vlad sniffed her. "You were human before when I met you,"

Erin nodded again taking the glass. "It was quite a while ago," She admitted, four centuries to be exact. Vlad gazed at her intently; Erin felt a pang of sadness. He'd forgotten her? Then she looked at the liquid in her glass.

"What happened to the soy?" Vlad looked at her closely and it might have been her imagination but she swore she saw remembrance and a hint of desire.

"Let's take this into my coffin room, shall we?" Erin nodded following him.

[X]

Vampire sex was and still is a wonderful thing.

Their bodies constantly rubbed against each other and unlike with breather intercourse they didn't get hot or sweaty and had no need to stop kissing just to breathe.

"So how did you become a half fang?" He asked running his arm down her spine.

"Bloody vampire caught me late at night without garlic," Vlad raised an eyebrow. "I was in Transylvania," She shot Vlad a nervous glance. "Looking for you," He smirked then faltered.

"What happened to your creator?" Erin gave a vindictive smile.

"Bastard got staked by a slayer a week after, lucky for me that the slayer thought I was a dead victim," Vlad raised his eyebrows.

"I was covered in blood obviously," She explained then she considered changing topics. "You going to tell me what happened to the treaty?" Vlad gave her a malevolent smirk and brushed his lips teasingly against hers.

"I got bored. So I livened things up and for some reason Jonno didn't understand my way of fun," Erin giggled; understatement of the century.

There was a knock. Vlad and Erin looked up at the lid of the coffin which was rather difficult being tightly pushed together as they were.

"Was that you?" Vlad hissed at Erin. She shook her head. There was another knock. "Who is it?" Vlad growled. How dare they interrupt his fun?

"It's me sire," Oh, Bertrand; he'd probably wanted to see what happened to Erin.

"I'm busy!" He barked at the coffin lid and Erin who was on top of him. "Go away!"

He heard some sort of annoyed huff in reply. "It's important,"

"What could be so important that you interrupt me?"

"Slayers have breached the citadel," That was all it took, Vlad and Erin shot out of the coffin quickly got into their clothes and made Bertrand jump. "The half fang?" Bertrand looked her up and down with a look that said 'weakling,' Erin scowled in response.

"I'll explain later now who's leading the defence?"

"Markloft," Vlad looked like Bertrand had slapped him.

"You put him in charge?" Vlad sighed and began to walk towards the door. "Erin, you stay here. We'll finish this later," A slight smile quirked at her lips.

Bertrand looked between the pair. "Erin? Oh…" He rolled his eyes. "You really shouldn't-"

"No." Vlad pointed a finger at Bertrand. "Don't question me," Bertrand was forced to his knees and Erin's vampire instincts summersaulted at this display of power. Yep, she would wait and she would enjoy herself when he got back.

(A/N): Little incomplete methinks but meh, I'm lazy.