Don't be mad at me please I honestly wasn't going to carry it on then wanted to when I got a review from someone actually wanting me to do more. I have seen the reviews and I'm sorry If I haven't replied and it's taken me this long even after that to write more but even if you don't want to believe it and every other fanfiction writer seems to say it but there's been so much school and homework! I've also had to make a lot of decisions but that doesn't really matter right now. I just wanted to give you all a serious apology as I am very sorry and I hope the ones that have been loyal and reading this forgives me.

(Vlad's P.O.V)

What have I just done? I curse and feel like hitting my self as I walk out the door being able to almost feel the excitement coming off dad and I know it's not good.
I shake my head and slam the door feeling happy when I hear my dad flinch audibly back and into the cabinet behind him, I hold back a chuckle before flitting to the training room that I've only seen my dead use and before I've been forbidden to go, where I know Bertrand is awaiting my presence.

I go quietly though not wanting to make the sound of fast moving air so that I don't alert him and instead I stop just out side the door and open it carefully. I walk in but hush my footsteps and check I'm not breathing a little which I still tend to do out of habit.

In front of me on the floor is a cross legged Bertrand who is obviously so deep in concentration that he may not be even aware if I came in a bit loudly.

I pick up a sword from the racks knowing full well I actually don't know how to control one and I hold it in my hand and point the end to his throat before taunting him.

"Bertrand." I sing out under a breath and see his face twitch a bit.

"Bertrand." I say louder and this time it's seems his eyes move under his eyelids.

"Bertrand!" I snap and his eyes open before widening at the sight in front of him and he shuffles backwards to get away from the point. "Having a little nap where we?" I tease and see the glare forming in the corner of his eyes.

"If you knew more about vampires and how to be at your best then maybe you'd know what I was doing here is much more complex than sleep." He snaps back and I keep the sword where it is moving closer in to his newly gained space.

"Don't even try it Bertrand. You know why I don't know." I know i sound like I'm moaning and this whole thing is probably childish but what is a vampire going to do if it can't scare people? Especially fellow vampires, it gives us a rush of power to over power another.

"Why? Because your dad knows nothing either so he couldn't teach you?" He smirks annoyingly. "You don't even know how to hold a sword right."

I start to find a retort to the jab about my father even though said father isn't a great one but I bite back my tongue as I wonder at the second part of his come back.

"What's wrong with how I'm holding this sword?" I question actually confused and he looks at the tip still directed at his throat until I let it fall lower. He stands at the movement and comes towards me.

"Look at your hand Vlad your holding it like a tooth brush." He tells me looking pained at a sword being mistreated.

"So what do i do then?"

"Which hand do you write with?"

I hold up my free hand. "My right one, why?"

"Then why where you holding it with your left?" He raises an eyebrow inquisitively.

I shrug. "I don't know I just picked it up."

He sighs like I'm the biggest pain the world. "Grip it just below the cross-guard here but let you hand be a little loose so it can actually move." He instructs and I do as he says moving my hand up to where he shows me and looking at him for confirmation I'm doing right.

"Good." He tells me then smiles. "I guess we've started your physical training."

I nod letting him know that's exactly what I want to do and he seems glad at my enthusiasm. "Can we get to the fighting yet Bertrand?"

He scoffs making me want to roll my eyes. "No Vlad we need to sort out your stance first. Move sideways with your legs shoulder width apart." He instantly goes back to commanding mode. "Hold the sword up so that where it crosses is up to your chest and place your other hand just below your right."

"What does this do?"

"It keeps you protected and ready to attack." He steps back looking me up and down and I start to chide him about checking me out but before I can he nods thoughtfully. "I think your ready."

"Ready for what?" I inquire completely confused.

"For this." He turns and grabs a sword whipping it around to face me.

"Bertrand stop!" I yell at him trying to keep my control and also not scream out like a little girl at the wounds covering my body.

"I will when you get better!" He replies not stopping or slowing one bit.

"How am I supposed to do that when you haven't taught me?"

"Your instincts will let you know! Let go Vlad!"

I sigh annoyed and slowly let my fangs descend. Bertrand shakes his head. "We both know that's not letting go Vlad! What are you so afraid of huh? Getting hurt more because your sure as hell gonna get hurt sometimes and if you can't handle this then how are you going to handle controlling slayers as the leader of the vampires?!"

I flinch at his icy tone not wanting to let go in spite of him. "Not angry enough yet Vlad? You have more control than I though." He lifts his shoulders looking comfortable as I swing my sword round and he easily deflects it, swivelling me around by my sword so my backs pressed against him and his arms round my neck, fangs descended. "Or maybe I'm just not pressing the right buttons. How about this then Vlad? We both know you can't handle any of this. Your father already defeats you and has custody of some of your power. Your weak, not valuable enough to be any kind of chosen one."

My eyes go black against my will and all I see is a predator. My fangs, already down bite hard on his arm and he yells horrifyingly in pain and let's go. I pivot and I notice that even through the pain this man some how has a smug smile on his face.

I make the sword spin and fly around in my hand and walk towards him. He grins before colliding his sword with mine as I try to slice it against his chest. I do as he says and let my instincts take over. I duck and crouch as his sword flies over my head then spring up and manage to make a gouge in his side.

I feint to swipe his head as he did to me but as he ducks I whip across his legs, making him fall to the ground in a heap.

I twist the sword this time moving it so it points downwards and towards the chest of Bertrand.

"Any last words?" I question him and for some reason the smile falls from his face.

"Your not in control are you Vlad?"

"You chose me not to be." I reply venomously.

"Vlad, come on you can do this? Be who you really are."

I shake my head and my shoulders vibrate making the sword look like it's about to fall and Bertrand flinches. "This is who I am! Do you not get that?!" I yell desperately down at him.

"Then lie again Vlad! Do what you seem to do best and let us all think your vulnerable even though you've shown your strong. Don't let them find out your secrets Vlad! A true vampire wouldn't do that!"

I nod this time and throw the sword to the side and make my back go straight pulling back my head till the fangs retreat and my eyes turn back.

When I look back Bertrand is standing again. "And that, Vlad was your first lesson."

It's all he tells me before he flits off with out even telling me how I've done and though he goes with a cocky smile I can tell that he is scared. I know I shouldn't but it makes me feel good. All of this felt good.

And even though I nearly killed him. At least I now know I'm pretty good with a sword.

(Bertrand's P.O.V)

I panic and flee. I'll never admit it out loud but that is exactly what I'm doing right now. I mean it's not like I'm a coward, of course I'm not I'm a great warrior who's powers can not match many people. I'm strong and lithe and, and I'm..

"Ouch Bertrand!" Ingrid almost screams in pain.

I wasn't thinking. Well I was, just not about the flitting thing and instead of getting to my room as I wanted, on my way there I've bumped, or more like crashed into Ingrid.

We stumble as I get my head straight but I can't get back to working order, and neither can she it seems, from the surprise, for us to be able to use our vampire co-ordination. So instead instead of stumbling but catching ourselves like we normally would, we tumble instead, falling and it feels like slow motion, so slow that I have time to wrap my arms around Ingrid and spin us a round so I land on my back and her on top of me.

I have no Idea why I did it, why I stopped her from getting hurt, even though I know she wouldn't really anyway because she's stronger than that, she's a vampire, just like me.

She looks down at me as I look up and her eyes are so wide and alluring, so black but so glistening and seeming full of colour like oil. Like they could shine the colours of the rainbow every way you look at them.

She doesn't say a thing and neither do I, nor do I take my arm off of her waist but I'm not sure if I'm doing it consciously or not. I'm confused and so aware all in one.

I reach my hand up when she frowns and I use the tips of my fingers to try and touch the upsetting look on her face away. She leans into my touch and closes her eyes, her hole body relaxing. She looks more relaxed than I've seen her since I got here.

I start to lean forward not letting my mind talk me out of it and I watch her face as I inch slowly towards her lips, she smiles slightly when I'm close enough to feel her breath on my lips but when I gently touch her mouth with my mine it seems to bring her back to life and she looks angry all of a sudden, pulling away from me and jumping up to stand on her own to feet.

"Get up!" She practically snarls at me and I do as she says making her smirk for a second before the deadly anger returns. "What did you think you were doing?"

"Look I'm sorry about the almost kiss okay?" I snap back before I can can shouted at any more.

"The kiss doesn't matter I.." I raise an eyebrow at her. What's that supposed to mean? "I mean i don't care about that..." I look down not sure how I feel about that and she tries one last times. "It's just not as important!" She gets irritated and this time I just send a blank look back at her.

"Just spit it out Ingrid!" I try to sound angry but I'm really just resigned.

"Why did you turn us around?"

"What?"

"You heard me Bertrand. Why?"

"I don't know. I didn't want you to get hurt." I confess and look to the ground.

"Why? Because I'm a girl?"

"No, I..I"

"Don't even try it Bertrand! I may be a girl but I sure as hell can look after myself. That's all I've ever done! Don't try and protect me because you think your all high and mighty."

I have no Idea why but that hurt, hurt in a way that boils anger. "I'm not the one that thinks everyone is trying to hurt them Ingrid! And because you think that, you are the one that's hurting everyone around you instead!" The words I want to add to my speech as well burn the back of my throat as I force them down. I'm starting to care - against my will - about this black haired mysterious girl and I'm not sure where those feeling lie with either of us.

Instead if getting angrier like I though she would, she seems to coil like something's been taken from her. "Leave me alone." She tries to threaten me but both of us can hear her words are a whisper.

My eyes widen at the way she's reacting and I stand here unmoving even as she flits away from me.

I walk the rest of the way to my room and sighing, I lie back in my coffin. I've already been told not to hurt her, and by moving her out of the way of danger I've made her hurt even more.

And I shouldn't do that because what Vlad told me about what not to do to her in the blood cellar still stands and I've seen before today that he's fricken scary. Scratch that, their all scary.

(Ingrid's P.O.V)

I turn on the music and saver in the music that I can actually listen to and like. Fall out boys all ways been a favourite band of mine and 'sugar were going down' is practically genius. Their the only breathers I actually want a chance at meeting.

I let it play in the back ground and open my black skull printed make up box with about a thousand compartments and reach for the make up wipes first.

I clean off all traces of running mascara from every plane of my face before using the concealer to get rid of the dark circles under my eyes that I know full well aren't just from the lack of blood I've had.

Knowing I'm getting it more perfect that this morning I reapply my make up going expertly over my eyes even with out the mirror. I made sure I could do it with out one before I became a vampire. Always think ahead.

Speaking, or thinking of thinking ahead I reach for the two bottles that are by my door and retreat back to my coffin, sitting up in it to mix the two bottles together in a glass. One being my favourite blood type and the other a bottle of wine.

Not being active now and my iPod ( yes I'm a vampire with an iPod) has changed to the soothing tones of possibility by Lykke Li, it makes me think, think about all the thing I'm trying to forget. Like the feeling of just that small pressure on my lips from Bertrand that brought fire to me and made me feel awake, the feeling also making me realise what was actually happening.

I did care about the kiss and now I wish we could have discussed that instead of him protecting me but I couldn't stop myself at the time. I felt to so angry. I still do really but now it's not at him. I hate myself for this because I'm never supposed to let down my barriers. I let someone touch me, a man touch me and I relaxed into it. It's something I promised myself I would never do.

I had cried my self to a feeling of numbness when I left him, feeling like I'd betrayed Will in so many ways. I still feel like that but slowly the wines helping. As it always seems to do at the moment.

I glug the glass down and pour my self another one of my personal cocktails. I look down and the two swirling colours of different reds as they dance together in the glass, its hypnotising and I hiccup drunkenly.

I look at the bottles but their empty now an I wonder how that happened, I didn't drink that much did i? I frown but giggle and hiccup again.

A hand grips my wrist and I look down at the bony, white fingers before climbing the arm with my eyes to the face and see my father staring back at me. I try to move out of his stone hard grip but he shakes his head and when I stop fidgeting he takes the grip away and instead takes the glass and bottles away from me and puts them by the door again.

He moves me until I'm lying in the coffin and feel comfortable before placing an un needed quilt over me which we both know I don't need but I feel more protected by it.

I watch him as he turns off the music and then most of the candles until their only dimly lighting up our faces and emitting a comfortable golden glow around the room.

"Sleep Ingrid." He places a hand on my shoulder before turning and walking away.

"Daddy?" I whisper knowing it must be the alcohol and he turns back straight away, startled. I can't remember the last time I called him that but I'm pretty sure it was before mom left.

"Yeah?" He inquires.

"Can you tell me a story?" I burrow down in the blanket not expecting him to say yes but he does in the way of a curt nod. It's enough for me though as I watch him pull a chair to the side of the coffin and sit in it.

"Years ago Ingrid I..." He tells me one of his memories of a great adventure not once, to my surprise, boasting about himself and I stay quiet wanting to here every word of my fathers past. He hasn't told me a bed time story since I was a baby and it makes me feel comforted.

My eyes drop and I'm nearly asleep when he finishes his story at just the right moment for me to feel like nothing could stop me from sleeping now but I do feel pressure on my head and I go to sleep content for once at the feeling of my fathers kiss on my forehead. I know I fall asleep with a smile.

(Vlad's P.O.V)

I smile from around the corner un seen my father as I watch him walk out of my sisters room. I heard the hole conversation as I was about to go see her myself after hearing her sobbing in her coffin and smelling the intoxicating smell of wine and blood.

I'm glad dad's trying for once. I've always known he cares about her even if he doesn't show it and tonight, seeing how he was with Ingrid, it shows he'll come when ever she needs him.

"Master Vlad?" I jump, not expecting the voice and turn to see Zoltan staring back at me.

"Zoltan." I acknowledge with a nod of my head and walk towards him letting my hand drag down to stroke his fur. I walk back into my room and hear him follow behind me. I ignore him for a bit and fast read one of my books for school.

I hear him sigh and I get infuriated, placing the book down I turn in my seat towards him and raise an eyebrow. "What do you want?"

"I'm not the one that needs someone to talk to Vlad."

"I don't need anyone." I deny him and he turns around back to the door. "Wait." I say quietly.

"Yes?" He questions coming back towards me.

"What if I can't do it?"

"Do what?"

"Control it, the power. Every time I let my fangs down I can think straight but everything so black and different and my thoughts change to darker ones. It's scary and what scares me the most is that I've never felt more like my self when I'm like that." I look at him like he should have all my answers and I really wish he did. "If I can't control my self or be myself how am I going to control the vampires?"

"Be their leader. They think your weak because they've only seen you as you were before. Prove them wrong Vlad. I know you don't want them to know your power but you don't have to show them all of it, just enough that you intimidate them." He sighs and shakes his head. "You know you can lead them, everyone in this place knows it because they've seen you when you make a plan."

I nod and consider his speech carefully. "But that's not all is it Vlad?" He questions unexpectedly and with out realising It I shake my head.

"I'm glad for Ingrid that she's been shown dad cares but I don't know, I just feel like he doesn't realise that that's what I want to. I don't want us to have a relationship like it is now, where he's always proud of me for doing the Vamparic thing. I want him to just be proud of me anyway and act like he cares even when I do something wrong. Honestly Zoltan I'm scared if I don't do this leader thing right he won't want to know me." I feel like shouting at myself for admitting such a weak thing but I bite my tongue and wait for Zoltan's answer.

He surprises me again by scoffing which is a noise I didn't even know he could make as a stuffed wolf. "All I can say is..." He looks down and his eyes widen. "Is that a ball?!" He asked excitedly and I reach down to grab the ball hiding it behind my back.

"Zoltan!" I shout exasperatingly as he tries to follow the ball.

"Oh yeah, right. Suck it up Vlad."

He says it so bluntly and with out feeling and something in me hates it. My eyes turn black unwillingly and he must sense it because he moves backwards, completely forgetting about the ball behind my back. I don't forget about it though and I throw the ball at him with all my force and the lightning out side slashes at the ground at the same moment the ball collides with Zoltan.

He whimpers as stuffing flies everywhere in the room before backing out most probably going to find Renfield. As I sink back in my coffin I feel guilty for a second before I hate myself for feeling it and instead be happy in the feeling of being my self for a while before I have to go back to being my 'normal' self everyone sees.

(No one's P.O.V)

They step out of a black, lithe bullet proof car with blacked out windows and step onto the pavements, their boots making the stones rustle under their steps. They meet at the front of the car and stare at the school in front of them.

"Are you sure this Is it?" One of them asks.

"Have you seen lightning do that before except for when their around?" The bald man scoffs and says the sentence with malice to the younger one.

"No. But are you sure?" He continues.

"Are you calling me a liar?" The older raises an eyebrow. The other shakes his head quickly. "Good. We come back soon with back up."

"And if their not hurting anyone?"

The mans smile is evil. "Their monsters, vampires. They deserve to die."

With one last look at the house the man gets back in the car and the younger grudgingly follows. The car pulls out of its space and the growls of the car turns distant as the two get father away.

Did you all enjoy the new episode? I did anyway! It's probably what started me writing this again so woop for young dracula 5 haha. Can not believe that it's the last season!

I know I don't really deserve any reviews after how long I've made you wait but I have to ask if you guys like Jonno and Erin? And do you want them in this? I hope you enjoyed this chapter and all I can say is sorry again. For the wait and I'll reply to the reviews that I never answered now.

Follow: ATradleyLife4Me on twitter. If you do then tweet me and I'll follow back so you can dm any questions and ideas and stuff. I do want a beta so you can contact me about that and I'll probably be putting up updates of when I'll get chapters up soon but only if some do follow or else there's no point and I'll probably lose followers if anything.

Thanks guys you've all been really supportive.