Next chapter. I'm getting these up pretty quickly because I've liked writing this story, I have wanted to do it for quite a while now and I needed a break from my other fanfiction.
I do need to add a disclaimer that I haven't done in the last two so I'm sorry about that. This is not my story, all rights reserved to cbbc and all that. Here you go.

(Ingrid's P.O.V)

"Vlad?" I knock on his door and wait for him to actually get out of his coffin that he never wants to move from. I examine my clothes as I wait loving the purple velvet of my dress and black cape that willows on the floor from my shoulders. One of my favourite things about this cape is that it's got a purple lining as well so it matches. The dress sticks out from my waist in a flattering position and ends at the knees. I don't show my legs though knowing that the whiteness will stand out to much with the other dark colours. Instead I wear knee high boots with a spiked heel.

By the time I've regarded my self as looking great Vlad opens the door in boxer shorts. I blink at the image and I'm glad I can't blush. Even if he is my brother I've never seen him this naked before except when he ran around in the noddy when he was a baby.

He doesn't cover himself up and he doesn't seem bothered either. Instead he runs his hand through his hair and glares angrily at me. "What do you want Ingrid? The suns only just gone down."

"Exactly little brother. The sun has gone down so its time to get up. Chop chop." He looks at me again and I can tell he's judging weather to just close the door on me but instead he turns around and walks into the room leaving me to follow.

He quickly goes into the bathroom that we both have in our rooms and I can hear him brushing his teeth and oh no, ew I think as I hear him going to the bathroom I cringe at the thought, sometimes having great vampire hearing is the worst things ever.

He comes out in a new pair of boxers and I'm vaguely happy that at least my little brother is clean. I watch as he pulls on some skinny black jeans with holes in the knees that are designed to be there. He turns them up at the bottom and puts some red pumps on before pulling a tight fitting black long sleeved top on that shows muscle. He grabs around in his closet before finding and pulling on a red leather jacket. It falls casually on his shoulders and he shrugs them to make the jacket fit gracefully on him.

He finishes the look with the necklace I gave him which makes me smile ever so slightly. He ignores me as he walks to a cabinet and sprays cologne on and ruffles his hair making it fall in a perfect mess.

He turns back round to me and holds his arms out to either side of himself and raises his eyebrows. "What do you think then Ingrid?" He asks.

My face forms a mask of indifference and I shrug. He sighs and signals for me to follow him out the door. I don't tell him that I really think he looks really awesome. Becoming a vampire has done him well and definitely improved his fashion sense. He seems to care about his appearance a lot more now even if he doesn't show it. I have literally never seen him ever care about his hair more than now.

"I hate not being able to see myself in the mirror." He sounds mildly annoyed. "I never know if I look alright. And your no help."

I smirk. "Me too but not for the same reason."

"Oh?" Is his reply and I can't tell if he's actually interested. It's weird how he used to wear his emotions on his sleeve And now they are so well hidden.

"Yeah I miss being able to see my beautiful face." He chuckles at me and shakes his head.

He suddenly stops and looks serious. "What did you want me for Ingrid?"

My head drops and I shuffle on my feet. "I just wanted to talk to you."

"about what?"

"I don't like all the bad memories here. I want to move away somewhere we can start a new."

"It's safe here Ingrid there is no point."

"Vlad..."

"No. Listen to me Ingrid. I've only just turned 16 a few days ago, only just turned a vampire. I'm expected to rule all vampires and for a little while I want to stay where I've grown up. Where I've enjoyed living. This place it's where I made a new life for myself where I've had friends which I've had to give up and I have lived with that. I've had to give them up because of you Ingrid! They wouldn't have had to go away if you hadn't decided to kill everyone. And now you want me to do you a favour?! I have two years Ingrid before the only life I'll live is sitting on a throne, before I have no regent who can stop the press coming for me and asking continuous questions. And you know what? I have no idea what I'm doing. I have no one to train me except dad and I don't think he has what I need."

I wipe my eyes to clear away the tears that were never meant to be there and stare at him straight in the eyes.

"Vlad I'm sorry."

"No! Your not! You don't know the meaning of sorry! But you know what? I'm still going to think about it. I'm going to wonder about what to do, weather we should move just for you and do you know why?"

I shake my head knowing any other reaction will send him over the top. His eyes are partly black but luckily there's no fangs.

"It's because I care about you Ingrid! I have no Idea why I do because all you have ever been to me is spiteful. All you ever want to do is kill me and I still try to be a brother for you. But it's never good enough. My best is not good enough for anyone!"

I jump as the windows all up the corridor break and crack outwards. Falling in shards out the window. Before I have the sense to run Vlad flits past me and up the stairs I close my eyes and coil into my self. The only thing I can think of is that he still had himself in control enough that the windows split out ward so not to hit us. So they didn't hit me.

(Vlad's P.O.V)

I can't believe how angry I am, how much rage fills me. I flit as far away as I can from Ingrid in fear I will hurt her. I end up in the attic of the castle where I've never been before and I feeling like I'm too annoyed to sit down in stead I throw things around the room. I start off with picture frames and things like old plates and cups. Then I find chairs to throw. I finish with a wardrobe to the side of the room and a trunk full of clothes.

I don't realise what I've actually done until I'm finished and I stare around the room at the pieces of crushed wood that covers the floor. Some metal here and there, twisted and broken. I finally feel things, everything around me again. I can think straight.

I feel the wind blowing in from the window I broke with a corner of a Picture frame. I walk over to the window and smash the rest of the glass out of it. The shards make my hands bleed but I don't care, it will heal soon Enough.

I sit on the window sill and breath in an un-needed breath of the air and sit back against the wall to relax.

I feel the wind against my cold skin and of course it doesn't effect me, I'm surprised at the fact that I'm not tired or worn out at all even though I've wrecked everything in the room. I close my eyes and suddenly I realise something. I haven't been out of the castle for two years, two very long years. I've only felt the air through a window. I can't go out there like I am though never mind how much I desperately want to.

I sigh and move my head to look at the room around me and something catches my eye. I jump off the window sill and move toward to the objects realising its a pile of clothes that have fallen out of one of the trunks I threw. I squat down and pick the clothes up then smile when I realise what they are.

A black leather jacket, trousers and cape lay in my hands and I pull off my own leather jacket and jean trousers and leave them on the floor before pulling these clothes on Cape and all. I smirk, loving the way the clothes feel on me. There oddly a perfect fit and I lift my arms in the air to see weather it is too tight or not moveable enough.

I'm surprised when I can move without feeling like I'm being strangled I get why dad likes leather so much. I like the look of it I just haven't wore it yet because I didn't want to feel confined.

I pull my arms down fast and nearly screech when my body starts to shrink and morph. What's going on? Is all I think as I end up in the air. I start to fall but then realise what I am as I see my wings either side of me. I flap them and I'm proud that instantly I move up again. I forgot I can do this but now I know I can I can go out. No one will know that it is me.

I flap out of the window and feel the pleasure of the wind wrapping around my now tiny body. I don't go straight In to the town instead I circle it with the premise that there shouldn't be anyone in the narrow lanes around.

I fly above the trees then into an old farm house and out the other side. A car passes me so I hide behind a tree and them carry on when I know its safe.

Thump... Thump... Thump

I quickly turn and see the man jogging down the street and wonder how he isn't so scared that he'd do it in the day instead. Who goes for a jog in the middle of the night?

Dum.. Der dum... Dum... Der dum

At the sound of his heart beat I take in a sharp intake of breath in shock and I instantly know that it's the wrong thing to do. I can smell him so strongly, the smell of the blood is too much for me to take and it draws me in.

I feel my self descend and turn back to my vampire self as I hit the pavement lithe and like a cat. He doesn't hear me of course and this time I purposely breath in his scent. I go behind the sweat and to the blood it runs through his body quickly from the running and pulses through his veins and arteries. The thought of it makes my mouth water but I try to ignore it and walk over to him using my instincts.

I tap on his shoulder and he looks instantly frightened as he turns round and looks at my face. He's fit and healthy I can tell and his blood will be so worm from the run unlike the soy blood.

"Hello?"

I smile at him with the friendliest smile I have and he starts to relax slightly. "Sorry I didn't mean to disturb you."

"No matter. Are you ok?"

"No not really. You see, I'm lost. Do you know which way it is back to town?" I manage to turn my features so I look sad and upset and he quickly reacts.

"Oh yes it's this way." He turns his head and points the way he's going. Of course I already know and unfortunately for him he's just exposed his neck to me.

Knowing I don't have a lot of time I let my fangs all ready ready to come out, descend. I quickly put my hand on his head to stop him turning it and bite him before he can wonder what I'm doing.

He lets out a whimper at the pain but then doesn't make another sound. Everything about his blood Is better than the soy one and I quickly finish it. Too quickly.

He's dry in no time and I push him in to the field to the side of the road and leave him there. I lick the rest of the blood off my mouth and with a smirk I jump back into the air.

As soon as I land at the castle in the attic I realise what I've done. I let the the blackness take over me and secretly I loved it! I can't deny how much I want to drink someone again. I haven't had so much power since I was first changed and I don't want to lose it.

What am I supposed to do?

I pull back on my clothes from before and bring the whole trunk of clothes including the ones I just wore back with me to my room.

I wash any blood I find off of the leather clothes and put them all in the cupboard. I wash my hands and face repeatedly knowing how I've betrayed myself and everyone else too. I killed a man.

Days pass and I starve myself not even drinking soy blood, trying to feel bad even though the blackness that I feel in my stomach isn't letting me be as honest as I want to be About the guilt.

People keep trying to get me to come down from my room and Ingrid uses things like "your never going to be a good leader if your always just going to have a tantrum." All it does is make me angry. They think I'm doing this because or our fight but I'm not bothered by that any more.

I haven't moved because I'm too weak.

"Vlad?" I know it's my dad. Already in the room.

"Get out." I say from within my coffin.

"Come on Vlad get out of the coffin."

"Get out of my room!" I shout now.

"No Vlad! I'm your regent you will do as I say."

I open the coffin with a deadly stare on my face, "just you wait dad. When I'm 18 I'll be free."

He's not listening though, instead his eyes are wide.

"Vlad what have you done to yourself?" I know he's talking about my appearance and it must be bad if it's scaring him. Another reason why I want to be able to see my self in a mirror.

I put my head in my hands so he can't see my face and feel dad come closer. He places a hand on my shoulder and I peek between my fingers to see him.

"Vladdy please I don't know what's going on with you but I'm not stupid. I know it's not your sister. You are never like this unless it's something you've done." I get what he saying but I still don't look up properly. "Vlad, look at me." I do as I'm told. "Don't pretend to be someone your not."

I nod at him and he places a bottle at the end of the coffin and walks out I peer over at it and see it is soy blood. He's not even trying to coax me into to drinking real blood.

I reach down and grab the bottle. Dads done something for me so I do something for him.

I tip back the bottle but retch as soon as I do and cough the blood back out. Before it was bearable but now it tastes so wrong. I can't drink it After tasting the greatness that is real blood.

But maybe there's another way!

I close my eyes and instantly I feel every particle of myself part from each other and I turn into smoke. I really didn't think it would be this easy especially since I'm so weak but it is.

I glide under the door and right down to the cellar of the castle. I Imagine all the particles coming back together and it happens. I'm surrounded by bottles of blood. This is a place I've been to so many times, a place my dad calls his blood cellar.

If I drink bottles then it's not me who's killed the people is it? How can that be wrong when there already dead. I'm just using what they've left I guess. It's the way I'm going to have to go around it. It's either this or die because I'm not drinking that rubbish and killing someone senselessly can not happen again.

I wander around the room my hand following the path of bottles until one catches my eye and I pull it out. The name on the label reads; Earl of Hampshire 1701. My mouth seems to water again like it did with the man and I take it back to my room where no one will come now since dad has been up. Even if he thinks I am drinking soy blood he will tell no one to interrupt me.

Anyways there's normally always someone in here. I'm just lucky today.

In my room I sit straight in my coffin and pull out the cork, I'm instantly intoxicated by the smell. I take a small swig to test it and taste erupts into my mouth. I can actually taste it now and appreciate it like I couldn't before. With my first bite I was ravenous and I was hardly sure what was going on any way.

I relax back happy with my new idea. Every gulp I take gains me power it's like I'm a car filling up with petrol and when it's full it's at its best.

The Earl is blood type O I realise. I don't know how I know I guess it's just a vampire thing or something, like instinct. I wonder if we have a favourite type and if this is mine. I guess I'll just have to try each type to find out.

Swig after swig I taste new flavours, new bursts that are hard to tell what they are. It carries on till the bottle is empty.

When it's gone I feel slightly disappointed but full for once like I couldn't take any more.

Then there's a worry. I can't and won't tell anyone of my blood drinking yet so how am I to depose of it and the soy blood?

I place the empty bottle and the nearly full bottle of soy blood on the floor together. I really need to get classier though and stop drinking out of the bottle. I need to find some glasses.

I let my instincts take over again and close my hand slowly, as I do cracks rise up both bottles and blood falls to the floor. Finally when it cracks I know not to make any noise so I put my hand out flat and the glass shards stop falling.

I slowly lower my hand and the glass goes with it, it falls with only a tiny scuffle. To finish it I throw a fire ball to the ground with it and lie back watching the glass and blood turn into nothing.

How far in to the darkness is Vlad now? Does he know what's happening? Read and review please and tell other people about the fanfic who like YD. I hope you liked this chapter and send some suggestions in if you want. This one is dedicated to zyperactive thank you for the favourite.
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