A/N: And here begins the start of the arc ... it's going to be .. erm ... turblent. Reviews are love and love is cookies!
The attack came out of nowhere.
Vlad was positive that he had managed to hypnotise Jonno correctly; at least, he said he was positive, and that was why the security was lax. But that didn't disguise the fact that he didn't seem at all surprised when Jonno showed up with a small team of Slayers from the Guild, stakes raised, all of them glaring at the vampires in attendance.
The silence that filled the room was heavy, no one daring to even breathe too loudly for fear of what might happen because of it. Jonno and Vlad stood on the opposite sides of the room, regarding each other with cold, detached glares, sizing up their competition. There wasn't a single noise to be heard.
"Well … isn't this pleasant?"
Vlad's comment is what broke the opposing sides, with Slayers and vampires rushing at each other. Thankfully, the breather guests had long departed, and the only breather left in the castle was Robin, but he smelt wrong for a breather, so was considered an honorary Dracula for the day. The Slayers jumped at the vampires, seemingly not caring who they hurt, as long as this battle ended with the majority of the vampires dust in the ground. Of course, this meant that they were attacking parents in font of their panicking children. And likewise, attacking children in front of panicking parents.
Of course, as Robin thought it might be, Will was the first to notice this, seeing his children cowering under a table in fear of the Slayers. He moved quickly, grabbing Ingrid, now his wife, by her wrist and forcing her away from the fight. He really had change since the first time he was slain. It was fortunate that this group of Slayers seemed to have forgone the high-tech weapons. Ingrid seemed to drop out of the fight at that moment, choosing to flee with Will, if only to protect their children.
The fight raged on, with both sides pretty evenly matched. Robin had thought that the vampires would have the advantage, but what they had in strength, the Slayers seemed to have in sheer bravery. Or perhaps it could be called being total and complete idiots, Robin wasn't entirely sure which term would fit better as both seemed to sum up the Slayers. The most interesting fight, to Robin's mind, was between the two Chosen's. They seemed to be right on the same level of expertise, though Robin could swear it looked as though Vlad was stopping himself from going too far in what he was doing. Which, considering what he had spent those seven years away from Stokley doing, was probably for the best.
Robin was crouched under a table, having been shoved there by Vlad to look after Jack and Barry, both of whom were fighting with each other, attempting to emulate the fight they saw their elder brother taking part in. Speaking of … Vlad looked round widely, having managed to finally shake Jonno off him, sending him crashing into a suit of armour, before dropping to the floor, twitching slightly. He ran over to the table, pulling Robin up and grabbing hold of his little brothers.
"We're going," he told Robin, making it clear that the 'we're' meant all four of them. Robin nodded, grabbing hold of Vlad's shoulder, trying to prepare himself mentally for the sensation of flitting quickly.
There really was no way to prepare a breather's stomach for that sensation. Off they went, into hiding.