A.N: Disclaimer in Chapter 1.

I have caught the flu and unfortunately it's got to my chest. I have to ride it through as I'm allergic to antibiotics now. This week is just one of those where nothing seems to go right. I apologise if things are a little muddled it's how my head is feeling at the moment.

Should I bring Adze and Ramanga into it (my own version of course)?

Please let me know what you think.

Chapter 4: It

Erin felt the door slam shut behind her, the doors had to be slammed to close properly in this HQ. It gave her privacy or at least it would have if Mina wasn't still in the room.

"Don't think for one second I enjoyed that." Erin told her firmly, "There is only one reason I decided to go through with that…" She was angry, her grief had turned into pure rage directed at the one person who'd done enough digging and observing to know where to hit her where she was most vulnerable.

Mina nodded, she didn't expect Erin to enjoy it she expected her to do it there was a difference. "And I'll keep my end of the bargain… if you keep yours."

"I don't have any choice." Erin told her firmly shaking her head. She felt her chest clench in anger and hurt once more, she hated the feeling and she knew that it wouldn't lessen any time soon.

"Being a slayer means that your heart doesn't have a choice. Your head makes the decisions and the best thing for you is not being near his kind."

"Vampires." Erin snapped at her. "They're vampires and they're no different than we are. They fight us because we slay them. They don't know how to do anything different. Modern advancements have only been around for the last century and a half. New vampires like Vlad and Ingrid know about them, the older ones are ignorant to them! Vlad's trying to…"

Mina had heard all she needed to, "That kind of talk will get you kicked out of the Guild. You're lucky you weren't kicked out when you betrayed us to…"

"It was Jonno who wanted me back here, him and Vlad. You didn't have a choice." Erin reminded her, if she'd had her way she would have been happy being a simple breather with Vlad.

Mina chose to completely ignore that, "Get some rest slayer. You meet your new team tomorrow."

Erin's eyes widened, she hadn't thought she'd be put in the field. She couldn't go into the field and provoke vampires, which was essentially what half of the Guild was doing. That had become crystal clear after the football match.

"My team?" She questioned.

"You're going to be reminded of what a true slayer does."

Erin couldn't resist a parting shot. "At least it'll be by someone who was born a slayer."

Who was Mina to decide how a true slayer should act? She became one out of vengeance. Erin, Ryan and Jonno were born slayers there was a huge difference.

Mina didn't reply she simply slammed the door shut, locking it tightly. The lock sounded extremely loud as it was clicked into place.

Erin darted over to the door and pulled on it but it wouldn't move, the heavy steel wouldn't budge. There were no windows in here either, clearly Mina didn't trust her.

She threw her bag against the wall with an angry shout, she hated feeling like this. She felt helpless and used. The vampires had never used her like the Guild was about to, she had a feeling Jonno didn't even know about this.

In the space of twenty four hours she'd been turned into a puppet, she was an actress in the Guild's plans and she had no choice but to play along. The though made her blood boil.

She paced around the room angrily, she needed to think clearly. Erin couldn't let the Guild get to her if she was to survive this. She'd find a way not to hurt other vampires, she would only act in self-defence and at no other point.

She threw herself down as exhaustion overcame her, reaching towards her bag for something it held inside.

Erin pulled open her bag, pulling out one the item she treasured more than any other.

She doubted Vlad would even notice that it was gone.

She held it against her closing her eyes praying that someday Vlad would be able to forgive her.

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Vlad glanced around Erin's room, there wasn't much that she'd left behind. She'd pretty much managed to pack everything, there was the odd item still in the room, a shirt, a book, a few pens. For her to have left something Vlad knew she'd made the decision hastily or rather had the decision made for her.

Her words though had sounded too honest to his ears.

He looked for a note, or something that she might have left that would explain her sudden change in attitude. He tried behind the few books on the shelf – nothing. He tried the coffin – nothing. Vlad even tried the floorboards where she'd hidden her slaying kit from him but there was absolutely nothing there for him.

He let out a sharp frustrated yell, slamming his fist down. He felt the floorboard give and he wasn't even using his full powers.

He was sure she wasn't pretending when they were together, everything with her seemed so natural. If it was pretending it wouldn't have felt that way.

He could sense a presence in the doorway, a presence that wanted to torture him, he really wasn't in the mood for his sister. "Leave me alone Ingrid."

"I just want to help." How stupid did she think he was? He wouldn't have her help now, not ever again. He didn't trust her, he didn't trust his father either for that manner. It was too good to be true when she'd defended him and Erin.

His head snapped towards her, his fangs barred for her to see. She stepped back a fraction. "I don't need your 'help', go away."

"I don't see why you're so mad about a breather." She shrugged, she hadn't been afraid to take what she wanted and turning Will had been part of that. Vlad liked Erin as she was. "You're weak Vlad and weakness will get you slain. Falling for a slayer only proves that. She'll be dead in fifty years so…"

"Don't think you know anything about us Ingrid!" Vlad snapped at his sister angrily. "Will was a breather yes but he was nothing like Erin. You lost him because you turned him, made him just as arrogant as you are. That's what killed him nothing else." He wasn't going to mince his words, Will had become too confident as a vampire, thought himself invincible and it had gotten him slain.

Vlad was going to regret saying that to her, she'd make sure of it.

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Vlad walked into his room and sat on his sofa. He heard his sister stomp off, he might have gone too far but he didn't care in that moment. He was tired of her torturing him for fun. He didn't know what to do, his heart was telling him Erin hadn't left because she wanted to but his head was telling him that he should just let her go.

He let out a therapeutic breath. His coffin was still closed and the machine that she'd been hooked up to was still there. He could smell her blood, it was intoxicating. He didn't want to drink it he was enticed by it.

Nothing was making sense for him.

Bertrand knocked heavily on Vlad's door, slipping into his burgundy trench coat. He thought his presence was enough to get Vlad to spring into action but clearly it wasn't. "There are ferals out there…"

Vlad needed to get them off the streets if the Truce was to remain intact

Vlad shook his head, they were the least of his problems at the moment. "I don't care."

"Erin wouldn't want you to give up." Bertrand knew that for certain. Erin believed in Vlad's peace.

"Erin walked out on me, I really don't think she cares."

"How do you know this isn't what they want? To turn you into this?" Bertrand asked him pointedly, "They're looking for a reason to slay you Vlad."

Bertrand wasn't one for the touchy feely, emotion thing but he knew better than anyone how much the couple cared about each other. Vlad had nearly killed himself to save here even though he knew she'd survive in the sunlight and Erin had risked prison to save Vlad when she'd betrayed the Guild.

"Vlad, Erin still cares about you." Bertrand told him quietly. "She wouldn't have left you because she wanted to." Erin had to be forced to leave him in that past, that in itself proved something.

This time Vlad drew his eyes towards Bertrand, the blue orbs sweeping the room as his gaze settled on his mentor.

A smile came to his face as he caught sight of something or rather he didn't see something.

Something was missing from his top shelf.

He knew she hadn't gone willingly if she'd taken it. She wouldn't have entered his room if she truly didn't want anything to do with him.

A laugh escaped him – scaring Bertrand. He never thought losing something would make him feel like that.

He was more observant than Erin gave him credit for; he'd learned to be around her. She'd taught him to look at everyone's actions in detail and analyse the situations before throwing himself into them. They went wrong when he did – like the football match.

Vlad straightened, grabbing his jacket. Bertrand looked relieved thinking that he was going to come with him. "I'm getting it back."

What 'it' was Bertrand didn't know. "Vlad don't do anything stupid."

Emotions couldn't control him, he needed to consciously work through his actions if he was going to survive.

The non-verbal answer sent shivers down Bertrand's spine.

Vlad smirked.

TBC

A/N: What do you think?

Should I bring Adze and Ramanga into it (my own version of course)?

Thanks for reading.