I haven't posted in a while, so you can have a longer chapter.
QUICK REVIEW OF FROZEN- Okay, so I may have mentioned this, but I finally saw Frozen on Monday. Oh my god, that film is so good. I'll admit that I was worried that it would be awful. Two princesses? Um... I was worried that Anna would get annoying but honestly she's so dorky and cute. And Elsa is like my favourite princess ever. She's the first Disney princess that I actually would like to be- though, I wouldn't mind being Mulan. The animation's really, really good and the music is so good, that I went out and bought the CD. Okay, movie review over and enjoy the chapter.
NONE OF THIS IS MINE. Okay, so Katherine, Emarni, Grayson and the plot are mine. But nothing else. And I'm sorry about my weird brain.
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When she woke up, Malik was resting against her. Her head rested on his shoulder. She nudged him awake with her elbow.
"Huh?" Malik muttered.
"Morning." Ingrid replied, using him to push herself up into a sitting position. He groaned and shoved her off him.
"I keep having the weirdest dreams." Malik told her, running a hand through his hair.
"What about?" Ingrid asked, walking over to her wardrobe. She began to search through it, looking for anything that would not make her stomach stick out.
"Romania." Malik said, "I need to talk to Emarni."
"Are you really thinking about Emarni this early in the morning?" Ingrid sighed, picking out one of her usual black sparkly numbers.
"Unfortunately." Malik said.
"Are you worried about Seraphina?" Ingrid asked, suddenly. The look on her face clearly said that she was. She didn't want her daughter to be a weapon.
"I'm worried about you." Malik said.
"Why?" Ingrid asked, as she pulled her dress on. She struggled for a few moments, trying to pull her tight dress over her bulging stomach, but she managed it.
"Because you're carrying a weapon inside you." Malik said, glancing at Ingrid's stomach, "That can't be good for your health."
"Shut up!" Ingrid snapped, "I'm fine!" Her anger was sudden and unexpected, like someone had flicked a switch. Her eyes blazed with fire.
"Women and their hormones." Malik muttered. Ingrid threw a hairbrush at him.
Emarni wasn't awake yet, she was curled up in her bed like a cat. She was buried in a pile of pastel coloured blankets, a pillow resting on top of her head. Her curls were splayed out in a messy curtain around her head. Though he really needed to talk to her, Malik didn't want to wake her up while she was sleeping peacefully; Emarni hadn't got enough sleep recently, as evident with the dark shadows under her eyes. Looking around, Malik realised just how long they had been at the Slayers Guild. Emarni had properly settled in with all her clothes and jewellery all over the room in a huge mess. All her books were balanced precariously balanced on a makeshift shelf- even though, Emarni still wasn't doing very well with her reading.
"Malik?" Emarni leant over and switched the bedside light on, "You need to stop sneaking into girl's bedrooms." She yawned, her eyes half open.
"I'll try not to make a habit of it." Malik said, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Too late, I think." His sister collapsed back into her nest of blankets, assuming that was all the advice he wanted.
"Emarni!" He shook her by the arm.
"Hmm?" Emarni lifted her head up a little, looking at him tiredly.
"Have you been having weird dreams?" Malik asked. That caught her attention and his sister sat up so quickly that they smacked heads.
"God, Emarni!" Malik groaned, rubbing his forehead.
"About the old country?" Emarni checked. Her eyes were wide open now, her forehead creased with worry.
"Yeah." Malik said, "You too?" His little sister nodded, rolling out of bed. She grabbed her jeans and a t-shirt off the floor.
"I will meet you downstairs." Emarni told him.
"What?" Malik said, confused.
"We are going to Romania!" Emarni said, as she began to pull her pyjama top off over her head. Averting his eyes, Malik ducked out of the room and stood outside the door.
"We can't just go to Romania!" Malik told her, as she dressed faster than anyone he had ever known.
"Why not?" Emarni demanded, as she slammed the door behind her. She was tying her shoes, as she sprinted down the corridor. She nearly fell down the stairs but caught herself in time.
"Because it's miles away and we'd need to tell people where we're going and-" He stopped himself when he saw his sister's disappointed look, "After Seraphina's born, okay?" Emarni stopped where she was, her shoelaces trailing along the ground and her t-shirt on, back to front.
"Emarni, go and get dressed properly. We can discuss it later." Malik told her. And with that, he sped downstairs.
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George was sitting at the table, stirring soggy cornflakes around the rim of her bowl. She wasn't really very hungry.
"Vladimir, Vladimir, Vladdy, Vladimir." The Count yelled, as he dashed into the room. Wincing, George looked up at the sound of his voice.
"Oh, it's you." The Count said, in a disappointed tone, "Blind girl."
"Hello Mr Count." George said, looking towards the sound of his voice.
"Have you seen Vladimir?" The Count demanded.
"No. I haven't seen him!" George laughed a little. There were footsteps as someone entered the room.
"What are you yelling about, Dad?" Vlad yawned; he sounded tired, like he had just woken up.
"I've found us a new castle!" The Count said. And there was the sound of paper rustling, as The Count showed Vlad something- probably an advertisement for a castle.
"Cool!" George said. She'd kinda like to live in a huge castle with turrets and windows and servants.
"Whatever you want, Dad." Vlad sighed. There was a creak, as he collapsed in a chair.
"Morning Georgie." Vlad said. Silently, George held her hand up for a high five and Vlad touched the palm of her hand lightly; George smiled. She liked Vlad a lot. And when she said she liked, she meant that she like-liked him.
"You seen anyone this morning?" Vlad said and then caught himself, "Sorry, I mean heard."
"Malik was running up and down the corridor a lot and I heard Emarni saying something about the 'old country'." George shrugged, "They're all definitely awake and up." Malik's, Emarni's and Ingrid's rooms were all on the top floor because they were the oldest and they had banned the others from going up there. Otherwise, Vlad probably would've gone up and checked if they were awake.
"Chloe's still asleep, I think." Vlad said, then he paused, "It's Wednesday. Isn't she going to visit her parents today?"
"I think that's next Wednesday actually." George said. She gave up on her soggy cornflakes and pushed the bowl away from her. There were footsteps as somebody ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Morning Georgina and Vladimir." It was Emarni, who stumbled over something and hit the floor with a thud.
"Where are you going?" Vlad demanded.
"Nowhere." Emarni obviously lied. She was such a terrible lier, George wondered why she even bothered half the time. There was a whoosh noise, as Emarni walked down the hall and flung the front door open.
"Curiouser and curiouser." Vlad quoted.
"Quite." George agreed.
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Emarni didn't make it very far before she lost hope in herself. Shoelaces trailing along the floor, Emarni wandered down the street, looking up at the sky with a wistful expression. She wished that Malik would've come with her. But he cared more about Ingrid and Seraphina then he did about Emarni.
"But I am his sister." Emarni muttered, feeling miserable, "He should love me more." She pouted and sat on the pavement for a few moments, staring at the ground. She considered going back.
"Given up already, Vaccaria?" someone was standing over her.
"Using second names, Mistletoe?" Emarni grinned, as her friend grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to her feet, "You can see me?"
"I thought you were dead." Katherine said.
"I am dead." Emarni replied, and the two girls hugged.
"Only Malik and Ingrid and you can see me." Emarni said, "Did you and Malik ever have intercourse?" The witch spluttered and pulled back from her friend. She looked at Emarni in shock.
"No. No, me and Malik did not- for gods sake, we kissed once and we were kids!" Katherine began to laugh, "Oh god, I've missed you." The two hugged again, both of them smiling.
"Where did you spring from?" Emarni asked, looking around. Her friend pointed at the house behind them.
"I live here." Katherine said, "With Erin and her family. You can come in, if you want." And Emarni, being the absentminded person that she was, agreed.
"I think Sineya and Jeremy- Erin's parents- are out." Katherine said, as they walked down the hallway. Pictures of previous Nobles hung on the wall, glaring down at Emarni. The carpet was very thick and soft, with Indian style rugs lazing on the floor. The walls were painted in earthy reds and oranges. It didn't bother Emarni, but the rich colours and warmness unnerved her a little. The house was a little too welcoming.
"Good." Emarni said, glancing uneasily around. This was a slayer's home and there could be weapons anywhere. And she was right to be careful.
"Don't move!" Katherine ordered. The ghost froze where she was, her face seconds away from a heat motion sensor.
"Help." Emarni said, calmly. With ease, Katherine opened a keypad and typed in a code. The motion sensor turned off.
"Okay, we're good." Katherine said. As they made it to the foot of the stairs, they were stopped by something else. Someone else.
"Hello Emarni." Erin said, bitterly.
"Hello Erin. Did you know that a fear demon took your form in order to scare me?" Emarni's tone was mild. The slayer gave her a look of hatred.
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It was very odd to see Malik worried; it was incredibly odd to see Malik frantic. Grayson didn't particularly enjoy seeing either. The boy paced back and forth. He came to a stop, slamming his hands onto the table. Grayson and Ingrid both jumped.
"What?" Ingrid demanded, looking up from her magazine. At first, Malik didn't answer. He just sighed and put his hands together like he was praying. Ingrid was about to ask again, when he finally spoke.
"I don't want to worry anyone." Malik said, "But I think Emarni might've run away." There were completely different reactions from the other vampires. While Grayson was worried instantly, Ingrid just shrugged and returned to her magazine.
"My sister." Malik said, "Your sister. Seraphina's aunt."
"Okay, fine." Ingrid sighed, "I'll go and ask around. See if anyone has seen her." She threw her magazine down and sped out of the room.
"Any idea where she's going?" Grayson frowned.
"Romania." Malik said.
"Malik Hellfire Vaccaria!" Chloe yelled, running down the stairs. She skidded around the corner and into the kitchen, pinning Malik against the wall.
"What the blood and garlic have you done?" Chloe shrieked, baring her fangs.
"Woah, woah, woah." Grayson pulled Chloe off of Malik. She fought against him, kicking frantically.
"Let me at him!" Chloe screamed, "I want to kill him!"
"She said she wanted to go to Romania and I said no!" Malik protested, "I tried to stop her." No matter how hard Grayson tried, he couldn't stop Chloe from tearing free of his grip and hitting Malik hard.
"You were the one that broke her heart!" Malik snarled, showing his own fangs.
"You were the one that... That..." Chloe have up on a response and just punched him hard in the face; his nose made a satisfying crack and began to bleed. His blood was a dark shade of green, like a demon's.
"Hey!" Malik said, as Chloe went to hit him again. He grabbed her by the wrist.
"Stop it." Malik ordered, and the girl's arms dropped to her sides. She stepped away. Strangely obedient. Hm.
"I'm sorry." Chloe sighed, "Um, right. Where was she heading? Any ideas?"
"Romania. For the third time." Malik rolled his eyes, "Let's go after her." The pair ran over to the door, Chloe grabbing her jacket and pulling it on as they ran. Though Malik was concerned, he could never have matched the fear that shone in Chloe's eyes.
The scent was fading quickly as rain began to fall from the sky. Both the vampires exchanged a look and ran through the Liverpool streets.
"Why's she going to Romania?" Chloe yelled, over the howl of the wind.
"She keeps dreaming about it! Thinks it means something!" Malik yelled back. He didn't mention that he had been thinking the same thing and having the same dreams. That was a little too freaky for Malik. Like something wanted them there.
"That's really stupid!" Chloe yelled, "Stupid and sweet!" Her hair kept catching on her jacket and hitting her in the face. Her eyes narrowed as rain lashed at her face.
"Can you not hit on my sister while I'm here?" Malik had almost lost the scent completely. The rain clouds were a sign of ominous doom, Malik was sure of it. Chloe lead the way down another street and then stopped.
"I've lost her!" she yelled, her voice cracking. It was hard to tell if it was tears clinging to her face or rainwater.
"Maybe we can catch up with her in Romania?" Malik shouted. They stood hopelessly on the pavement, wondering what to do next. Luckily, Grayson's car pulled up next to the curb.
"Get in, you deranged lunatics!" Grayson leant over and flung the door open for them. Chloe threw herself into the back of the car and Malik followed suit. He slammed the door behind him.
"You didn't think that I was going to let you two run off in the rain, did you?" Grayson asked, turning to look at them, "Seatbelt, Malik." Rolling his eyes, the three hundred year old vampire strapped himself into the car.
"Where are we going?" Grayson turned back to face the road.
"Nearest airport?" Chloe suggested, peeling the damp hair off her face. That was better; she could see now.
"Okay." Grayson slammed his foot down and they sped off so quickly that Malik was glad that he was wearing his seatbelt.
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Katherine felt like she had to intervene otherwise the staring match between the two blonde girls might go on forever.
"You can see me too?" Emarni was wide eyed.
"Yeah." Erin scowled, "Unfortunately."
"I wonder what it is then..." Emarni said, thoughtfully. Carefully, Katherine wriggled past Erin on the stairs and gestured for Emarni to do the same. The ghost girl shoved Erin out of the way, ignoring as Erin stumbled slightly.
"I'm guessing you and Erin have a few issues?" Katherine said.
"You could say that." The pair reached the top of the stairs and turned the corner. Katherine's bedroom was the first one on the right.
"Wow." Emarni said softly. The room was completely different to the rest of the house. Not so warm and unnervingly perfect. It was cool and airy with all sorts of beads and cloths draped everywhere. There were wind chimes and dream catchers dangling by the window, tinkling in the wind. Carefully, Katherine pulled the window closed to stop the rain leaking in. Emarni looked around, her eyes full of wonder.
"I wish my bedroom looked like this." Emarni sighed, collapsing on Katherine's bed. About seventy million different pillows cushioned her fall.
"So." Katherine said, lighting a couple of caramel scented candles, "Why were you wandering the streets of Liverpool at this hour?"
"Why indeed." Emarni said, "Why, why, why?" She laughed a little giddily.
"Emarni." Katherine smiled at her; she couldn't really be annoyed with Emarni. Nobody could, really. It was part of the girl's innocent and dreamy charm.
"Dreams are bizarre, are they not?" Emarni said, sitting up.
"Dreams. Did you say dreams?" Katherine turned to face her friend, a frown on her face.
"I did say dreams." Emarni confirmed, "Did you say dreams?"
"Emarni, have you been dreaming about your childhood?" Katherine was straight to the point. Enough of this idle chit chatter, Katherine need to know.
"My girlfriend broke up with me." Emarni said, sadly. Growling, Katherine punched the wall out of anger. Why couldn't she get a straight answer?
"No." Emarni said, "No, I do not mean no. What is the other one? I mean, yes. Yes. Dreams. Memories. Malik has too. That is why I am going to Romania." She laughed again, a laugh that would've sounded psychotic if it wasn't so nervous.
"You're going to Romania?" Katherine's eyes widened, "Alone?" It was a supernaturally infested country, full of slayers and witches and vampires and the odd dragon. Emarni almost certainly wouldn't be safe on her own. She'd get killed...
"I am already dead." Emarni said, certainly, "I cannot die again."
"You could be condemned to hell by a witch." Katherine said, "You could be banished to a shadow dimension."
"Maybe it is only people that me and Malik have kissed." Emarni said, "People that have shared our salvia."
"What?" Katherine raised her eyebrows.
"Just thinking out loud." Emarni smiled.
As they went down the stairs, Emarni found herself considering the idea further. Malik had kissed Katherine, Erin and Ingrid- and they could all see Emarni. Emarni had kissed Chloe but Emarni was already dead, therefore no saliva was shared. Maybe that was it.
"Emarni, you're muttering." Katherine said, making the girl jump.
"Oh. I apologise." Emarni said quietly. She paused by the door to let Katherine slip her shoes back on. It was raining heavily outside. Taking a deep breath, Katherine set off through the rain leaving her friend to follow.
"Where are we going?" Emarni asked, running through the rain. Rain lashed at her face, the wind tore through her hair. Her hair whipped at her face, as they ran through the storm.
"The nearest portal!" Katherine shouted into the storm. Lightning struck through the sky, lighting up their faces. Portals?
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Every now and again, Chloe wondered what her life would be like if she had never met Emarni. Definitely calmer, definitely less action packed. She wouldn't be driving through a storm to catch a flight to Romania. But she would lead a boring human life. And she wasn't sure that she would enjoy that.
"Can I borrow your phone?" Malik asked. He didn't look up at Chloe and it took her a few minutes to realise that he was talking to her. Without speaking, Chloe pulled her phone from her pocket and handed it to him. He dialled a number.
"Emarni can't talk over the phone. Because she's dead and all." Chloe said helpfully, "She can text though." Malik shushed her.
"Hello Vlad." Malik said, "No, we haven't got Emarni yet. But we know where she's going. We're going to the old country." And with that, he promptly hung up the phone and threw it back to Chloe. She caught it easily.
"She's going to be fine." Grayson tells them.
"We need to get back as soon as possible. Ingrid. Seraphina." Malik said, pointedly.
"I think it's really nice that you care this much for your sister." Chloe said, "You don't look like the caring kind."
"Thanks." Malik snapped, "But I have a sister, a girlfriend and have a daughter on the way. I'm very caring!"
"When we find Emarni, what should I say to her?" Chloe said. She looked up at Malik hopelessly. He shrugged.
"Sorry that I don't want to kiss you?" he suggested, "Then, duck. In case she tries to hit you."
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Malik drummed his fingers against the arm of his seat and glanced out of the window. Snow clung to the window, the same way rain clung to windows in the UK. It made him a little happy to know that they would be landing in Romania soon.
"Home." he said, quietly.
"You really miss that place, huh?" Chloe looked up at him. She was sat next to him, kneeling up on her seat.
"Of course." Malik scoffed, then a little less confident, "You miss your home, right?" Chloe paused like she had never thought about it before. She frowned a little.
"Yeah." Chloe said, "I must do."
"You mean, you're not sure?" Malik looked at her like she was crazy. How could she not miss her home? He missed his, not that he liked to admit it. No, it was not just his home that he missed. He missed the time he spent there with his mother and the few servants that they had.
"What's your house like?" Chloe asked, determined to change the subject.
"Castle." Malik corrected.
"Of course." Chloe rolled her eyes, "Castle."
"It was a wonderful place, a huge place. When I was younger, it was bright with life." Malik sat up a little straighter, "We had servants and horses and huge banquets and many guests from foreign lands."
"Your family's well off then?" Chloe said, "Emarni never talks about Romania."
"I said, when I was younger. Emarni's three years younger than me, remember?" Malik said, "It was around when I was seven or eight, that Mum closed off the castle from the world and we had very few servants left. It was a quiet place and everyone was scared to upset Mum. It was very miserable. Nobody was allowed in or out and most of the rooms were closed off. Mum only wanted to kill The Count and was always plotting. That's probably what Emarni remembers."
"I never knew." Chloe said, quietly.
"Emarni never talks about home? Never?" Malik frowned. He thought his younger sister would've said something. He knew that she thought about it a lot and that she'd been dreaming about it. Why wouldn't she mention it to Chloe?
"Or your mum." Chloe said, "What's wrong with your mum? Where is she?"
"She's... Dead..." Malik tried not to let that bother him. His mother had betrayed him, killed his childhood and abandoned his sister. She had passed on the shapeshifting gene to Seraphina. But no matter how much Malik tried, he couldn't hate his mother. She was all he had had whilst he was growing up.
"I'm sorry." Chloe said, looking away awkwardly.
"Don't be. She was a psychopath that killed her own husband so that she could marry The Count." Malik sighed, "She didn't want Emarni. Mum was very... Confused, I think. She wasn't okay in the head. I think Emarni gets it from her."
"There is nothing wrong with Emarni." Chloe said firmly.
"She's a little crazy." Malik said, and the girl refused to talk to him for the rest of the way there.
They had walked a mile or two towards the Vaccaria Castle and could barely see it in the distance, when they heard screaming. Instantly, both vampires looked around and readied themselves for a fight. The screaming wasn't coming from their right. It wasn't coming from their left. It was coming from above them. Malik looked up. Two figures were falling through the sky and even from this distance, he could recognise them.
"Emarni." Chloe said.
"And Katherine." Malik groaned.
"Who?" Chloe was confused.
"She's just this witch that has a crush on me." Malik didn't bother to explain further, as he held out his arms, "I think we should catch them."
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There was a bright light glowing on the wall, surrounded by glowing symbols. No matter how long Emarni fixed her eyes on it, she couldn't adjust to the bright light. It was like a million suns dying in front of her eyes. She was slapped across the face.
"What?" Emarni said in awe. She turned away from the portal and blinked several times. The world was surprisingly dark compared to the light shinning behind her.
"Don't look into it." Katherine said, "You'll melt your eyes!" Emarni felt even more dazed than usual, almost sort of dizzy. The witch lifted a necklace from around her neck and hung it around her friend's. In response, Emarni gave her a curious look.
"To protect you." Katherine said, "It's the Egyptian symbol of protection."
"The Eye of Horus?" Emarni looked down at it, her curls catching on the amulet.
"That's right." Katherine said, "I need to paint it on your forehead too." The rain was still pounding down on their heads, as Katherine dug a pot of paint out of her pocket. She tried to paint the symbol onto Emarni's head but the paint kept running. Eventually, she gave up and left it as a smudge.
"Can we go through now?" Emarni asked, impatiently.
"I'm going to warn you now." Katherine said, "There might be a slight time lapse."
"How slight?" Emarni wanted to know.
"We might be a few hours off, maybe a few days." Katherine said, "Ready?" Exchanging a worried look with her friend, Emarni began to walk towards the portal. She was grabbed by the arm.
"It's better at a run." Katherine said. She slid her sweaty hand into Emarni's freezing cold hand. They looked at each other.
"I have a girlfriend." Emarni said.
"I have a crush on your brother. What's your point?" Katherine asked. The other girl shrugged and they ran.
At first, Emarni thought that the portal had failed. She thought that they had run smack bang into the wall. It certainly felt like they had ran into some sort of barrier. Emarni's eyes slammed close instantly.
"Oomph!" Emarni said. The wind rushed against her face and she was being thrown around like clothes in a washing machine. She managed to peel her eyes open. She was falling through the dark sky, facing upwards, towards the bright stars. It wasn't raining anymore. As she looked down, Emarni let out a small shriek. They were miles from the ground and falling quickly.
"Don't panic." Katherine yelled over the wind that was howling.
"Already panicking!" Emarni screamed, as she tumbled through the sky. The ground got closer and closer. She thought about Malik and how she had never said goodbye to him. He would probably never even find her ashes. She thought about Seraphina, who would never know her Aunt Emarni that she was named after. She thought about Chloe, who had already lost her once. She didn't think about the possibility that there might be someone at the bottom the endless abyss, ready to catch her.
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Though Malik was prepared for the impact, he wasn't prepared enough. He caught Katherine easily in his arms but she was too heavy and they both fell over. Malik's head hit the ground with a thump. It felt like he had broken both his arms.
"I could kiss you." Katherine said, breathing deeply.
"Please don't." Malik said and she laughed lightly. She didn't mean it, she was just happy to be alive. Testing his arms, Malik was happy to find that they still worked. But they hurt a hell of a lot. He heard another thump and a squeal, as Emarni landed on top of Chloe. Both the girls started giggling.
"Help!" Chloe squeaked. Emarni gave another nervous laugh, her hair falling forwards as she did so. She rolled off of Chloe and onto the ground.
"Malik, do me a huge favour?" Emarni looked at him hopefully.
"What?" Malik demanded.
"Kiss my girlfriend." Emarni said, "Just do it and I'll explain afterwards." Disgusted but curious, Malik leant over and kissed Chloe quickly on the lips. And then Chloe let out a small shriek.
"Oh my god, Emarni!" And with that she flung herself at her girlfriend and they both fell over again and landed in a heap. Excitedly, Chloe kissed Emarni several times on the cheek and the ghost laughed. It tickled.
"I kissed Chloe Branaugh." Malik whispered in horror, "Wrong on so many levels. Okay, nobody is ever telling Ingrid about that!" He spat on the ground is disgust.
"Hey!" Chloe protested, "I didn't like it either!"
"Are you saying I'm a bad kisser?" Malik raised his eyebrows.
"You're so bad that I'm wondering why Ingrid likes kissing you." Chloe said. And she was hit over the head by an annoyed Malik.
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Keep reading and reviewing. I love you guys and you're the reason that I haven't given up on this yet :) We are nearly at the end of this story, the climax will take place at the Vaccaria Castle. There will be a sequel called Into The Fire, which will take place four years after. Bye.
*runs off into the distance and builds a ice palace*
- Angels xox