Sorry I haven't updated in forever , so as a treat! Here is a bonus chapter, yup that's right the story continues ...

And very BAD VLAD! Why would you do that to Briony, well on with the chapter , P.S also someone Pm me requesting a fan fiction crossover with the movie 'Gamer', I wanted to know what would be your views on that? Should I post it as I have written the first three chapters?

Bertrand's P.O.V

Why is it I am the one who always feels so torn? Part of me agreed with Briony to try and save Vlad the other was with Ingrid, who wanted him dead. But for the wrong reasons. Now as a result of picking the wrong side (again) I've been appointed Briony's goddamn executioner. Before I would have been fine with this but after dying myself your morals are a bit shaken up, maybe, maybe if I left her at the side of the road. She might be smart and realise she needs to stay away from Vlad. She never came across as slow minded, and Vlad would be none the wiser! I know it is a stupid plan but hey, I've got nothing better¸ and there's always the huge fact that her blood will bring the good Vlad back!

I was right beside the road, it was dead. Well that's good; I still had to obey orders and lay her down at the side, trying to convince myself mentally that this is the right thing to do. I watched her for a moment when she started to cough and shake violently, she wasn't sick, was she.

But I had to, I had to leave her. "Good luck Briony Stone", I whispered, and with that, I flitted away, leaving her to the elements and the luck of the vampires, well, wolves.

I just hope I'm doing the right thing.

Briony's P.O.V

I was lying somewhere. It was so cold, I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I was struggling to get air to fill my lungs; it was as if a ton weight had crushed my body. Pain was constant. I could hear everything though, the cars, the wind. I just wanted everything to go quiet so I could die in peace.

"Logan what the fuck is that?" someone cursed, a man's voice, great just bloody great. New rule Briony, wait five minutes before you decide to have a peaceful ending because it always seems to be interrupted.

"I, I don't know, is that a –

"Dude it's a chic!" the first man gasped. I could feel two pairs of eyes staring down at me, I could hear their breaths, one calm and steady the other quick and heavy. "She's breathing", the other man said. Well I don't know if I should say man, they sounded younger, more my age. Also, an American accent. My brain must be seriously delusional. Suddenly I felt a warm hand touch my face lightly, "She's ice cold", the other man (I think called Logan) said, "We need to get her out of here, Now"

With that, I'm assuming the one called Logan picked me up, but it was the greatest pain imaginable, I let out a groan, why couldn't they just leave me here? It would be so much easier. With that, the two began walking, they were talking about something but I couldn't make it out, everything had gone fuzzy again, and black...

Bad Vlad's P.O.V

Vampiric slums, not the best place to go on a night out. Ingrid and I had arrived and, everyone, gone. Guess there all at 'SCRAP', although they are getting a new kind of Revamp. A few still remained, followers of Malik who actually showed some loyalty. Huddled in corners feasting on rats, a very appalling site.

At the sight of Ingrid and I they began hissing and bearing their fangs, one being brave enough to lunge at us but was instantly dusted.

"Right", I growled, standing in the centre, "if the rest of you lot do not want to end up like your little friend over here I suggest you tell us were Malik is".

Some hissing and murmuring was heard before a distinct whimper, "and why would you want to know little brother". I hated that smug tone, I hated him. But this couldn't be helped, Malik had influences, with was blood thirsty, and most likely still pissed at the fact that I dusted his 'mummy'.

"Good to see you too", I faked smiled as I turned to face him, not much had changed about him, although he did look scruffier. Looks like the streets aren't treating him well.

"I have a little proposition for you brother, a little job that will get you off the streets and back in our good books" I smiled, Malik looked at me as though I had a stake in my hand before scoffing, "You'd thought I would believe that?" he snarled, "I may be in this dump but I'm not stupid".

"You would be stupid to reject my offer", I growled before relaxing, as much as I hated it, no, despised it, I needed Malik. He was useful and a mercenary and mercenaries always work for the highest bidder.

"How can I trust you?" he asked, circling the room, "How do I know this isn't a sick little opportunity for you to stake me in the back?"

"You don't", I said, "but I assure you that's not my intention, if I wanted you dead you would be a pile of ash on the floor before you could even say blood".

With that he sighed and remained silent, although he looked like he was lost in dep thought, if that was possible for an idiot with the brain half the size of a baby's fang.

"Fine", he said, " but I want it to be equal, partners so to speak".

I smiled, finally we were getting somewhere, "Whatever you say, brother".

Unknown P.O.V

There she lay. At first we thought she was one of them, a newly bitten half fang an amateur left at the side of the road. Blaze checked her but not a single bite mark was visible. We don't even know what's wrong with her, I know it was stupid bringing her back here, I men, humans are a liability. They get in the way and are in constant need of rescuing, but this girl, she feels different. Like she's not human, her sent is welcoming like any of us which worries me. Blaze and Jack have been on constant alert if her condition changes. She had a cut in her arm along with an alarming amount of bruises, domestic abusive victim? All I know is that everyone is seriously pissed that I brought her here but get on with it, is there really any point in arguing with the soon to be pact leader?