Yay! Update again! (I like updating, hihi!) Just now I saw Moaning Myrtle as a chief inspector in a show I'm watching with my parents and I was like "OMG that's Moaning Myrtle!". Yes, I literally said that, in english, even though I generally speak swedish. Anyway; here's the third chapter!

It must have been that Ingrid Dracula, Erin speculated while packing newly bought slayer equipment into a dull, old bag. How else could a slayer, raised to kill vampires, have come to be hypnotized to forget about her whole life? The Dracula family were known to be powerful, cruel and unmerciful, so it would be quite a trifle for them to hide her memories. But it was the part about not biting her, killing her, that made her confused.

Ingrid had been weak, deeply sunken into some kind of disease, when Erin had searched for her. The vampire could easily have drained her of blood and regained full strength; but she hadn't. Blood was like wine to the filthy creatures of the night, and sinking their teeth into a human was like opening a bottle of it. Easy. So why, oh why, hadn't the bloodspiller Ingrid Dracula not killed her?

Erin zipped the worn bag closed and hung it over her shoulder: it was night and after all these disturbing thoughts she needed to let off steam from her troubled mind. And slaying vampires was a perfect activity for just that. Or so she'd heard.

The night was silent and the moonlight cast weak shadows of a uncertain slayer onto a brick wall. Would she even find a vampire to slay? She remembered all her training, but no memories of getting to use them crossed her mind. Maybe it was all a lie once again; was it possible to put a back-up hypnosis on someone?

A voice broke the silence, and Erin almost jumped. While cursing herself, she moved towards the sound.

"Remember me? Well, of course you don't. I'm just a kid you tied up and put in a locker. All night I sat there, unable to move. And by morning, when someone finally heard my muted screams and untied me, I had to go to the emergency clinic and -"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Don't interrupt me, I'm getting my revenge."

"I'm sorry..."

"Didn't you hear me? No interrupting. Maybe I shall just skip to the part when I slit your throat off?"

Erin looked around the corner of the brick building into an alleyway and saw two guys, about twenty years old. One was holding the other by the throat up the wall, speaking confidently while the other one was begging for forgiveness. A case of vengeance, Erin thought. Ex victim of bullying has just become a vampire. Too understandable.

"Hi, guys." Erin said as she stepped into the alley. "Am I interrupting something?"

The vampire looked almost afraid at first, but then he saw that it was "only a breather" and smiled confidently. "Yes, actually. You are." he said, and continued. "But it gives you a perfect opportunity to witness something that -"

Erin picked up a stake from her pocket and as soon as it hit the vampire's heart, only a pile of dust was left. She walked over to the person that had been destined to become vampire lunch.

"Are you alright?"

"I think so." was the respons.

He then walked away.

Once again the night was silent, and the slayer snuck around in the night. Difference? She was now carrying a strange feeling that it was the first time she'd slayed a vampire by meaning. She did though shake it off and tried to remember the location of the Draculas. Oh, right, Garside Grange.

Then she went home and planned a trip there. She was going to slay the Draculas if the so was the last thing she did.

What did you think? Not the best chapter: this was written in 20 minutes. But a drabble-fic shouldn't be dedicated as much time as a usual one... I hope. Otherwise... I don't know. Thanks for reading, please review, you know, while you're here... or something.

PS Lalalalalala... I'm tired again...