All the things good about Britain- a song by me.
*sings in the style of the national anthem*
Doctor whooooooooooooooooooo
Harry Potter toooooooooooooooo
We have Sherlock as well
DAN AND PHILLLLLLLLLL
That's basically it. Anyways, I've have five unpublished chapters saved, so I might as well post this one. Basically, this chapter is a lot of filler: settling into their new homes, Chloe finishing her story and Malik trying his hand at sports- BECAUSE WHO DOESN'T WANT TO SEE MALIK PLAY SPORT, I DO, OKAY. And a really weird plot twist. I'm over explaining this. Bye.
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She was just as beautiful as he remembered, pacing back and forth in frustration. Leaning back in his chair, Malik watched in amusement as his fiancé kicked the wall in anger.
"Stupid, ugly, evil, insolent, idiotic, brainless-" Ingrid was snarling.
"Hey! Save some of those insults for me!" Malik said, his lip curling into a smirk. Instantly, Ingrid was on her guard, snarling with full on fangs and red eyes. Malik wasn't bothered.
"Put your fangs away." he rolled his eyes, "I hate Vlad too." But his mind wasn't really on Vlad; he was flicking between thinking how goddamn beautiful Ingrid was and how lucky he was to be engaged to her and how happy Emarni sounded on the phone and how she had blamed him for the bracelet fiasco. Speaking of bracelets...
"I threw my bracelet into a passing river." Malik said slowly.
"Yeah. I was there. How is this relevant?" Ingrid raised her eyebrows. Malik held up his arm so that she could see the small ring of metal that clung to his arm. It had reappeared.
"How-" Malik waved away her questions and ripped the bracelet off. He put it in the centre of the room on the floor and began to watch it. His fiancé knelt opposite him.
"We don't look away. We see how it works." Malik said.
"Can we blink?"
"No."
"What if we get thirsty?"
"What does that have to do with blinking?"
"I meant, if we get thirsty, can we move?"
"No."
"What if-?"
"Shut up, Ingrid."
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"Prepare to quake at the might of Count Dracula... Prepare to be terrorised, for I will burn your hopes and dreams to the ground... Prepare to be conquered, Vladdy... It was The Count, in the attic, with the holy water!" The Count declared, reaching for the cards. His son grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Dad, that's not the answer." Vlad told him.
"Well... How on earth do you know?" The Count demanded. With a sigh, Vlad threw his cards down on the table. He had The Count, the attic and the holy water.
"Oh." was all The Count- the real one, not the card- said. Renfield sniggered in very Renfield like way and Vlad began to pack Slewdo away. His father was terrible at board games, especially ones that involved thinking.
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George was very confused indeed, as she watched Chloe typing on her computer. In an attempt to seem helpful, Emarni was sketching a picture to accompany Chloe's short story, even though Chloe had told her very politely that nobody illustrates short stories. Occasionally, their arms would brush against each other. Emarni would smile softly and Chloe would cringe away, as if she had been burned.
"You need to get a hair cut." Chloe was saying, as she typed furiously.
"Why?" Emarni said.
"Because your hair keeps falling in your eyes." Chloe said, "It looks scruffy."
"Maybe that is my point. Maybe I want to look scruffy." Emarni shrugged.
"Why on earth would you want to look scruffy?" Chloe demanded.
"Because it is-" Emarni leant forward and read something off Chloe's screen with great difficulty, "Add-or-cable."
"Adorable." Chloe read for her.
"I knew that..." Emarni looked down at the tabletop. She traced the swirling pattern that was engraved on the table, her fingertips dancing nimbly atop of the table. Her blonde curls fell in front of her bright eyes. Closing her laptop, Chloe pulled a piece of paper towards her and grabbed a pencil. She began to write in reasonably big letters.
"Can you read this?" Chloe held it up. It read E-M-A-R-N-I V-A-C-C-A-R-I-A and was unlined in thick HB pencil. Emarni frowned in confusion, her eyebrows pulling together.
"Eee-em-uh-are-en-eye." she struggled. Then, she collapsed on the table and sighed. She looked up at Chloe with a helpless expression.
"It says Emarni Vaccaria." Chloe said sadly, "It's your name. You should know that." The other girl looked at her pathetically and grabbed a piece of paper.
"I can read and write. Look." Emarni scratched something across the paper and held it up.
"K-L-O-E?" Chloe wondered.
"It says Chloe. It is your name." Emarni said, shoving the paper at her, "You should know that." The other girl laughed softly, glancing over the letters again. It wasn't correct, but it was close enough.
"Emarni. M-R-N-E." Emarni sounded out, writing it down, "I thought that was how you spelt it." Chloe sighed and began to explain how there was more than one way of pronouncing letters in the English alphabet. Neither of them noticed George sitting there and watching silently.
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Unlike Malik it seemed, Ingrid got bored of sitting in utter silence and looking at a silver bracelet sitting on the floor. She began to fiddle with the lacy black gloves that she was sporting for a change, fidgeting in boredom. Malik looked up at her, grinning in his very Malikish way.
"Bored?" he asked.
"How on earth did you guess?" Ingrid sighed, resting onto her stomach. Her head rested on top of her hands and her feet were folded behind her.
"Because I'm bored too." Malik shrugged. His knees were up, his arms wrapped around them and his head resting on top of them. His fringe had flopped in his eyes.
"It hasn't moved." Ingrid said, "Can we try something else?"
"We could lock it in a box that it's impossible to open?" Malik suggested and his fiancé nodded.
"Do we have one?" Ingrid asked.
"No." Malik said, "I don't carry around impossible to open boxes. What do you take me for? A freaky box hoarder?" Ingrid laughed and raised her eyebrows. Then, they looked down. The bracelet was looped around Malik's wrist again.
"Oh, come on!" He exclaimed, "Why won't it just DIE?"
"Because it's a bracelet?" Ingrid said. He looked at her and shook his head.
"You're impossible." Malik said.
"Like someone's attitude." Ingrid returned instantly.
"Ooh, the incredible wit of Ingrid Dracula." Malik raised his eyebrows.
"Ooh, the snarky tongue of Malik Vaccaria." Ingrid raised her eyebrows back at him.
"Goddamn, Ingrid, you've got one hell of a mouth on you." Malik said, "That's what I like about you." And Ingrid knelt up, so that they were face to face. And Malik leant forward and suddenly they were kissing.
"I was right." Ingrid said, pulling away and wiping her mouth, "You've got a really fiery tongue, Malik."
"That's because I'm so damn hot." Malik said, pulling her close again. She held his hands tightly in her own.
"Let's get all these clothes off." Malik whispered and Ingrid didn't protest.
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"Three, two, one!" Renfield shouted and pulled a lever. Vlad's bracelet fell into a pit of argentalium eating snakes- they had figured out that bracelet was argentalium- and the vampires (and Renfield) leant forward to watch. The snakes backed away from the bracelet, hissing ferociously. And what do you know? A few seconds later, the bracelet reappeared on Vlad's wrist.
"Why don't I have one?" The Count wanted to know. His son shrugged and ticked SNAKES off his list.
"Now, let's try a pit of fire." Renfield begged, holding up a flamethrower. Where he had got the flamethrower, nobody knew.
"No!" The vampires sighed, "For the last time!" There was a knock on the door and the trio looked at each other in horror. They weren't expecting anyone. Had The Council of Elders- whatever that mean- found them already? Cautiously, Vlad pulled the door open, The Count peering over his shoulder.
"Oh." The Count said, "It's just a girl." A girl with braided hair, tied with feathers and beads, was standing on the doorstep on the Dracula's nonpermanent house. She was smiling.
"Vladimir Dracula." She said, "My name is Talitha Roquelair. I have been sent by the VHC to protect you."
"When you say the VHC..." Vlad said, knowing that most of the VHC wanted him dead.
"I was sent by Ingrid." Talitha said, "She said you needed protecting." The Chosen One snorted in disgust; protecting? He didn't need protecting!
"He doesn't need protecting." The Count spoke for him, "Goodbye." He shut the door, but Vlad caught him by the arm.
"If we don't let her in, she could tell someone where we are." Vlad said, "People could find us in seconds." With a groan, The Count rolled his eyes and opened the door again. Talitha was still standing there, smiling at them.
"Come in." Vlad said, "Talitha."
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"Emarni Vaccaria, I think you have something to tell me." Grayson confronted the girl, the second she stepped out of her bedroom. Nervously, George peered around from behind Grayson. Chloe was there too, shrugging apologetically.
"Your face." Grayson suggested, helpfully. Sighing, Emarni's hand went to her face and began to search it only by feeling. There. Flaking skin that seemed to be rotting away, clinging to her face. She had been covering it up using make-up, but clearly she hadn't been convincing enough.
"I was going to tell you." Emarni whispered, "But I was scared." With a sigh, Grayson held out his arms for her and she fell into them, hugging him tightly. She could see Chloe standing behind them, staring at her.
"Let's agree not to keep secrets, okay?" Grayson said, "They only hurt people."
"Yes, Grayson." Emarni's voice was muffled against Grayson's shoulder. He held her at arm's length, looking at her sternly.
"Good girl." Grayson said, "And you keep that promise. Because I don't want you to get hurt." His goddaughter nodded and looked down in shame.
Her jeans were scuffed on the knees artistically with a couple of holes torn in the knees. Her converse sneakers were a bright shade of purple, to match her t-shirt with a band that she probably didn't even like on it- Chloe could've sworn that she'd never seen Emarni wear the same clothes twice.
"You didn't have to come." Chloe said, her grubby trainers squeaking against the corridor floor. Usually, Chloe emailed her essays and short stories to her English teacher. But this time, she wanted to hand it in person and explain it to her English teacher.
"I wanted to." Emarni said. She was holding a purple binder that contained Chloe's story. Trying to be helpful, Emarni had stuck sparkly stickers on the front of the binder.
"Why?" Chloe asked, as they ran down the steps. Emarni had matching sparkly hair clips in her hair, that glittered in the sunlight.
"Because... Because... I am coming to give you support..." Emarni said, pathetically. There it was, the glass door of Chloe's English classroom. Her heart pounding against her chest, Chloe pushed open the door and went inside. Ignoring Chloe's protests, Emarni followed.
"Hello Chloe." Mrs Jones smiled, "And...?" She looked at Emarni, who was looking down at her feet.
"This is my friend, Emarni. I'm staying with her and her godfather." Chloe introduced, "I finished my story early and wanted to give it in." Emarni held out the binder and smiled.
"I illustrated it, because I cannot write so well." Emarni piped up.
"Well, that's very kind of you, Emarni." Mrs Jones took the binder from her, "I'm sure your illustrations are wonderful."
"Okay. Cheers. Bye." Chloe said, dragging Emarni out of the room.
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He had shrugged off his leather jacket and was wearing a short sleeved t-shirt underneath. Cracking his knuckles, Malik stood on the starting line with a determination to win. This was the fourth sport he'd tried out for this week and this time he hoped that nothing would go wrong.
"On your marks." Malik knelt down.
"Get set." He hoped that his rotting arm wasn't on show, he was trying his hardest to keep his arm at an angle so that it couldn't be seen.
"Go!" Malik had to resist the urge to use vampire speed, as he raced around the track. He was running, running, running. And then it was over and he pulled to a stop so suddenly that he fell over. He remembered to fake being out of breath.
"That was really good. Human speed and all." Ingrid knelt beside him, "I really think they're going to pick you for the squad." She handed him a plastic cup of water, which he tipped down his throat.
"You think?" Malik was feeling a little out of breath; maybe his human side was shining through? Growling in frustration, Malik tore his bracelet off his wrist and threw it down again.
"Maybe I'll wear it for you." Ingrid said, sliding the bracelet on and tightening the clasp. Her skin began to rot faster, fast enough for them to see.
"Ingrid, no-" Malik began to protest.
"Go and run a 500m for me." Ingrid told him, "Get on the GB squad, Malik, and win your eternal glory." She pecked him on the cheek and he squirmed.
"Stop doing that." Malik said, "I'd rather you insulted me. I hate it when you're nice."
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Malik and Ingrid were walking home, close to each other. They weren't going to risk either of them being kidnapped. Kidnapping seemed to be a new trend amongst vampires.
Chloe and Emarni were on the other side of the country, walking back to Grayson's house. They were close enough that their arms kept brushing against each other. And everytime they did, it would send a buzz of electricity up their arms. And they would smile.
Vlad and Talitha were standing out on the balcony, leaning over the edge as they looked at the night sky. Both the vampires were about a metre apart and trying to ignore each other. They hadn't warmed to each other yet.
And at the same time up and down the country, one vampire appeared in front of each vampire, (and Chloe). Six individual vampires. Six vampires that had all been killed.
"Will?" Ingrid was shocked.
"Olga?" Malik was equally as shocked.
"Boris?" Vlad was pretty damn taken aback.
"Robin?" Chloe was crying.
"Erin?" Emarni was plain confused.
"Dad?" Talitha was horrified.
"What the hell are you doing here?" They all said in unison.
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Haahahahahaha, Malik why won't you come back to life? Please?
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