Chapter Four: Disowned

A/N: Hiya sorry for the long wait but I have planned out the next three while you were waiting so they will hopefully be longer and quicker uploaded. Again sorry for the wait hope you can forgive me so to apologise I have upload two chapters instead of one bye xx

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"Vladdy can you be quite some of us are trying to sleep here..." The count looked at his son and the limp object in his arm. He looked closer and saw the young slayer in his arms, she and his own son where coated in blood.

"What going on!" Ingrid stammered angrily, the blood was sweet but strong and pure. She couldn't help but let her fangs slide down producing her bottom lip, she looked around and saw that both Bertrand and the count had lowered their fangs too but Vlad hadn't.

Vlad ignored the fact they were all talking to him and continued to shake Erin; she began to mutter under her breath something as loud as a whispered. But Vlad could just about decipher it, with his sharp hearing everything was amplified ten times louder.

"I'm sorry," Erin whispered again slightly louder. The count and Bertrand picked up on this and took a step forward eagerly listening into the conversation.

"Vladimir!" The count warned his youngest child, he wanted an answer before his bloodlust took over.

"Ummm," Vlad stumbled racking his brain trying to find an excuse, "Erin's ill, no I mean she had an accident, yh she had an accident," he corrected himself before concentrating on Erin once more.

Renfield looked between his master and master Vlad understanding why he was keeping it a secret, Ingrid raised an eyebrow her brother had never been able to lie undetected.

"Do you really think we will believe that?" Ingrid snorted loudly. Vlad nodded nervously his arms now aching from the dead weight off Erin he was becoming more worried the longer she stayed unconscious.

"Yes I do... NOW GET OUT!" Vlad shouted anger now blinding him; it was none of their business. Wolfie jumped back in fright trying to find comfort from one of the vampires but received none, he stumbled forward trying to look for Erin, he liked her she nice like a sister he never knew he had.

Ingrid step forward tugging on the collar of her youngest brother, Wolfie wriggled free from her grasp and peered into the bundle that Vlad was holding. Vlad spun round shielding Erin from his youngest brother's view; he didn't want him seeing her like this.

"Why's Erin like that?" he asked his older brother, his bottom lip quivered and tears formed in his eyes. He wanted his best friend back; Vlad placed her in carefully in the coffin supporting her head.

"Please go now!" he said for the last time cracking, his figures traced her face. She was burning up, shaking violently from the cold. He was still turned so his back was facing now them; the count was now bored and felt the emotions in the room. He didn't do emotions so he left with a swish of his cloak; Bertrand followed the count as he was regent.

Ingrid looked back at her brother before following the count and Bertrand, holding a stressed Wolfie in her arms. Vlad sighed it was an old habit that he had developed from being in so many stressful situations, the door slammed shut and Renfield stood up walking over to Erin.

He felt her brow before taking it away and pulling soaking wet piece of material, he twisted it and placed it on her burning brow. He then placed his hand in front of her airways, he neared closer not being able to feel it, he could just about feel her warm breath upon his.

Turning Erin on her side he began work, Vlad stumbled against the coffin rubbing his eyes he couldn't believe what was happening.