A/N: Disclaimer in Chapter 1.

*IMPORTANT*

Over the last three days I have been locked out of my account so I've been unable to post.

I have once again been accused of plagiarising from 'yeknodelttil' (so not amused considering I am yeknodelttil). I'm close to losing my account because of the lies.

Its been sorted (AGAIN!) but its all in an attempt to stop me writing. It comes after requesting me to stop typing, not to mention the insulting ones about being glad that I was exhausted.

At the moment they're close to winning, as I'm not sure that I can deal with it for much longer. I can't believe they deliberately sabotaged me to stop writing for YD.

That person wants me to stop and at the moment I just don't know what to do – give in for peace and quiet or continue and suffer.

I just have no idea what to do…

Chapter 40: Home

They didn't have time to react to the new situation they found themselves thrown into.

The first thing that Vlad was aware of was a sharp smack around the back of his head.

His head snapped forward, "You stupid, idiotic, garlic munching, breather loving vampire!" Vlad let out a sharp cry; his pain threshold had lowered with the loss of his powers.

Ingrid grabbed the back of his neck and hoisted him up; her grip was far too tight. It didn't help that Vlad was slightly taller than her now she wasn't wearing heels.

Vlad silently let out a string of 'ows' as he was stretched to his full height.

Clearly Erin's message about what had happened had gotten through to his sister in its entirety.

"Ingrid let him go." Erin's tone was that of a command and she couldn't go against her Queen, Vlad was her brother and that made it different but Erin was a Queen she held more power in her words than in her vampire powers.

He teetered violently from side to side as he tried to balance on his useful leg in her grip.

Ingrid looked at Erin in complete confusion before letting go of her brother. Vlad's leg buckled and he fell to the ground before any of them could catch him.

Erin bent down and gently helped him back up, he nodded to her gratefully. Ingrid looked at him completely confused.

"He's been stabbed in the leg." Erin explained to Ingrid as Vlad wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his leg was hurting far worse than it had before so he was forced to place more of his weight on Erin.

Ingrid's face took on a concerned expression. "Olga?"

Erin shook her head, "When the mirror shattered." Ingrid looked down and saw the slightly blooded marks on her brother's jeans. He didn't react to her gaze, which showed he was already building walls. She couldn't blame him not as she realised what was in store for him when he returned to his manor.

Vlad looked at Erin, the rain had made the gown almost transparent. She wrapped her arms around herself for the sake of her modesty, she shuddered as the water slowly began to dry on her skin pulling away the gown as it stuck to her. The bottom of the dress was tattered and caked in dirt.

There wasn't anyone around for the moment; they were probably getting more reinforcements from the next village. That gave her the perfect opportunity.

Erin couldn't fly like that it would hinder her, that's even if she made it that far. Flying was beginning to exhaust her.

Vlad glanced down towards the empty hut that they'd placed her in when they'd separated them. "Get changed."

"I'm fine…"

Vlad shook his head, "Erin, I can see through your dress. You need to get changed."

Erin knew it was bad but she hadn't realised how bad. She nodded, before speeding off towards the hut to change as fast as she could.

"You brought dad…" Before Vlad could finish the second blur appeared in front of him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at him. "You brought Bertrand?" He shouted angrily.

Bertrand stood tall less than a foot behind Ingrid, his posture protective towards her. Ingrid subconsciously leaned back towards him. Vlad noticed the gesture and was half glad for her but half worried.

"Its safer for Bertrand to be here with me than to leave him on his own at the mansion." Ingrid pushed her hand backwards and waited for Bertrand to take it. He didn't disappoint her, he laced their fingers together and squeezed lightly.

"I can't fly Ingrid and Erin can't cross that distance now. You know that's why Erin contacted you." He was angry with her Bertrand would try to kill him on the journey back. "I thought you were bringing dad to…"

"Bertrand can take Erin back." Ingrid shrugged interrupting him.

Vlad shook his head and scoffed, "I'm not letting him," He gestured with his arm, extending it out towards Bertrand. "Even touch…"

Erin grabbed Vlad's arm and rubbed small patterns on it with the pads of her fingers. Vlad hadn't noticed her return to him. "He won't hurt me or the baby, he couldn't last time." She assured him.

Vlad wasn't entirely convinced. "There's always a first time."

Erin wrapped her arms around his neck, looking up into his eyes. "I trust him not to hurt me Vlad." She couldn't trust Bertrand in any other way at the moment but she could trust him in that.

Erin stepped back from Vlad and towards Bertrand. Bertrand gently wrapped an arm around her, his face looking at her in complete concern. Ingrid smiled at Vlad proving that he should have listened to her.

Ingrid grabbed Vlad roughly, pulling her brother to her. She made sure that he was secure against her but still putting on the façade of being rough with him.

With a nod towards Bertrand they launched themselves into the air.

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Ingrid set Vlad down with more force than necessary in his and Erin's coffin room. Bertrand and Erin landed silently beside them, Bertrand gently let go of Erin waiting for her to become accustomed to the ground. She immediately slumped into the chair, the trip exhausting her more than the first time as she felt herself go dizzy as she felt the ground beneath her feet.

All the same no matter how she felt she was glad to be home.

Robin rushed over to her, offering her his arm to steady her as she looked as if she was about to slump out of the chair. Between the two of them Robin didn't know which vampire looked the worst off.

Vlad looked as if he was about to be sick, a sight that was usually reserved for Erin only. Vlad hated to look weak.

Robin watched as he saw how Vlad favoured his left leg, Mina saw it immediately and without saying another word Mina pushed Vlad against the sofa, making sure his legs buckled so he landed on it.

"It's been checked." He automatically protested, wanting them to leave him alone. He couldn't deal with them pouncing on him like this the moment he'd arrived.

"What had?"

Ingrid offered the next piece of information freely drawing scathing looks from the two youngest Draculas. "Vlad was stabbed."

Mina froze before if anything doubling in her efforts to try and look at Vlad's wound.

"Leave me alone!" His voice deepened as he spoke. It made Erin's eyes widen a fraction showing that he was transforming quicker than she'd expected.

He wriggled from her grasp as the slayer tried to unbuckle his jeans. He wouldn't let her touch him at all. His hands coming to rest tightly on the waistband of his jeans.

Erin placed her hands on top of his; he looked up at her uncertainty in his eyes. "We need to get it checked properly again. They were too rough with you." Vlad shook his head; he didn't want to do this with people around. "I'm not a trained medic Vlad, Mina and Renfield know more about medicine than I do."

Erin nodded as she spoke, Vlad's eyes were unsure. He glanced around looking at the other people in the room. Erin knew he was a modest person; he hated showing more skin than he had to at least to anyone that wasn't her.

"Erin…" He whispered, he looked at them to leave but it was clear they wouldn't be going anywhere.

"Forget about them, it's just us." She trailed two fingers down his cheek, "In our coffin room just like it's been for the last four years." Vlad's guards dropped slightly, tipping his head into her gentle touch. Erin smiled at his reaction to her, it had never changed.

Robin interrupted then, his head jerking back and nose wrinkling in disgust. "Too much information Erin."

Ingrid was the one who answered him with a sharp clip to his ear, a slight smirk covering her lips as she realised she'd enjoyed that. Robin grabbed his ear, cradling it from any further injury and glared at her who shook her head at him.

"Its just us." She repeated. Vlad nodded and let Erin move his hands to pry his trousers from him.

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Ingrid immediately gagged the moment she saw it. Vlad looked away it was how Erin should have reacted.

Erin sat herself down next to Vlad and looked at Ingrid who shot her an apologetic look, she hadn't meant to react that way. Erin clutched his hand in hers, stroking the back of it with his thumb.

The wound was more red and vivid than before, it was blistering. Large blisters full of puss beginning to weep. The wound had also reopened slightly, dried blood coating the top of his thigh.

Unfortunately Robin decided to voice his opinion. "That's disgusting Vlad."

Vlad tried to move his leg but Erin gripped it stopping him from moving it while Mina tore into her first aid pack retrieving antiseptic wipes and began to clean it.

Vlad screwed up his eyes trying to prevent the stinging sensation that was building behind his eyelids. Erin glared at Robin who shrugged, unsure what he'd done wrong. Erin was unliving proof of what Robin's unthinking comments could do and at the moment neither she nor Vlad needed those thoughts going through their heads at the moment.

Ingrid didn't answer though although she curled her lips back to reveal her fangs, there was a hiss from behind her and she knew it was Bertrand. He'd obviously sensed how she was feeling and remembered what Robin had put Vlad through the last time he hadn't thought before speaking.

"Robin. Go. Now." Erin ground out. She wasn't going to have him upset Vlad.

"I'm sorry…" Robin began; Erin nodded accepting his apology but it would be better for them all and Robin if he wasn't in here at the moment.

Ingrid took his arm and shoved him forcefully from the room, Bertrand following her close behind.

Erin waited until the door to the room had slammed shut before speaking again, trying to find something to distract him with. She glanced at Mina who seemed to be doing a fantastic job at cleaning the wound. Erin bumped his shoulder with hers, a small smile on her face. "At least you don't have to deal with the Council anymore."

Vlad shuddered, that really wasn't the worst thing he had to deal with Erin was forgetting something.

His next words drew a wince of sympathy from Erin, she'd forgotten about this. "No, but I have to deal with Dad."

Erin's face scrunched up. "You're Grand High Vampire what could he do?" Vlad had nothing to be afraid of.

Vlad froze, his expression becoming horror filled; there was something his father could do something he would be obligated to do now he was on the verge of becoming a gene fang.

Erin saw Vlad's face pale; Erin stepped into his space, clutching his face between her fingers. He wouldn't look at her he looked down just to avoid her questioning gaze, he couldn't tell her what the Count would do. He wouldn't have a choice. Erin forced his face back up gently. Panic increasing ever second that passed as the terror in his eyes grew and grew. "Vlad what will he do?"

Vlad didn't have time to answer even if he wanted to.

"VLADIMIR!"

TBC

A/N: Please let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading.