Ingrid retreated into the school, leaving the broken slayer to die. So that was that. It was that proven that Vlad had recalled something and had most likely attacked the slayer in a fit of rage. She was surprised on finding the slayer that there was no vampire virus in his system. Perhaps she could save him, transform him or otherwise. But Ingrid wasn't sure she wanted to turn that kind of fury on herself.

She glanced out of the window. The view of the school drive was obscured by one of the turrets but she could still envision Jonno lying there, two deep slices in his neck, delicious slayers blood spilling onto the concrete. It was a violent attack, even for vampires.

Driven by some horrible fascination Ingrid reached the door of Vlad's room and gave two hard knocks. As she waited her confidence stuttered but when he opened the door and she looked onto his clean and angry face she couldn't wait for answers. "Do you remember me?" She asked sweetly.

Without waiting for a response she sashayed into his bedroom. His eyes followed her. "No." He muttered. "Now get out."

Ingrid ignored him. She studied the wall which had originally been filled with newspaper cuttings and pictures, now it only had a few torn scraps remaining. "What do you remember then?"

For a vampire who'd just fed, on a slayer no less, her brother had an unhealthy pallor to his skin. "Nothing." There were dots of red on his neck. "I don't remember anything at all."

"I might not be able to smell liars like you can," She smirked. "But I call bullshit. Especially since there's a slayer outside choking on his own blood."

Vlad sighed and shut his eyes. "Go away Ingrid."

He was so powerless, so powerless and so small – all anguish and emotion. The brother she'd thought was gone was just hiding behind a mask of attitude and cold. "I don't think I will." Her scarlet lips were pulled in a smile. "Tell me what you remember."

"No – clear off."

She didn't move, just watched her brother under a raised eyebrow.

Vlad scowled. "Fine, yeah I remember. I remember all those years in Transylvania, Stokely and this school. I remember Robin, I remember Boris and I remember Will. And you know what?" His eyes glittered crimson. "I don't care." He stood up, advancing towards her. "I don't care that five months ago I would've died for you. I don't care." His fangs dropped. "Now get out of my room before I kill you too."

And Ingrid did. Shell shocked and numb she stumbled from his room. She wasn't sure what in the conversation had hit her so hard. The fact that her brother would have died for her? The realisation that she could no longer push him and that he would kill her just as easily as he had Jonno if she stepped out of line?

Jonno awoke to the clinical stench of anti-bacterial spray and a white ceiling. He blinked rapidly, fighting to stay conscious against a wave of fatigue. Was he in a hospital? The slayer tried to recall what had landed him in this situation. Vlad. There was no pain but Jonno slid up a hand to his throat, fingers brushing a soft bandage. He remembered drowning, sapped of both life and energy and he remembered seeing Erin's face above him. A dream perhaps.

Then she appeared again. A pale face with sage eyes, framed by blonde hair. Her lips were parted slightly in a small 'o' shape and her eyes were wide. "They didn't think you would wake up." She moved away, and Jonno was forced to hoist himself up to view her in the hospital chair.

He pulled himself to a sitting position. "What?"

As if he was slow, and hadn't just been attacked by a vampire, she rolled her eyes. "The bloodloss – they didn't think you'd wake up." Her fingers tapped erratically on the chair arm. "You lost like 30% of the blood in your system."

"Vlad, he..."

She bit her lip. "Yeah. He remembered." Jonno looked at her leg; it was moving in tandem with her fingers. "I'm not sure if it's safe for me to go back." The vampire eyed him dismissively. "Look what he did to you."

"You think he remembers you?"

"I don't know how much he remembers!" Her fingers stopped, curling furiously around the chair arm. "He might remember fuck all or he might remember how I betrayed him! He might not even care!" She glared at him like it was his fault that Vlad had remembered. "He might remember when I was human."

"What do you think he'll do?"

Her eyes flashed red. "How the hell should I know? He doesn't think like Vlad and I never know what he will do next."

Mir watched Ingrid stumble from the room. He sighed. It was a lapse in control to let his anger get away from him like that; he'd told her things that she could now use against him. He'd told that he remembered.

He hadn't completely. He had the details and he had the physical aspects but he couldn't remember how he'd felt in said situations and still he couldn't remember what it felt like to care for the people around him.

Forget it. There was no time to linger on things he couldn't have.

Jonno was gone. Either the slayer had mustered the strength to crawl away, or someone had helped him. The former was extremely unlikely considering how much Mir had taken and the fact that Erin was missing was a good indication of the latter. He wanted the slayer to die, and Erin's behaviour felt like a betrayal.

But she always betrayed him, didn't she?

The memories had quickly come spilling back and he'd finally remembered the lead-up of events that had Erin tiptoeing about him. He had to forgive her though – just for the time being. If she could help him and Cheyenne then he had to forgive her.

That didn't mean he had to forgive everyone else however. Mir raised his head, jaw taut and eyes cold as he looked towards the throne room. He could just see a pair of boots through the open doors and knew that his 'father' was in there. His sister too probably.

Mir stepped into the coffin and laid down. He gently pulled the lid closed.