Super-short slightly-fillery bringing-characters-up-to-speed chapter. Enjoy. Updates likely to be irregular for a while due to technical difficulties.

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"They're both dust? You're sure?" Jonno was unsurprisingly horrified. "And it was... some kind of fake Bertrand who tricked Mum into dusting Adze?" The vampires shared a moment of sudden understanding.
"Oh, Adze! Thank blisters for that, we couldn't think who was missing!" The Count seemed genuinely relieved, as if he'd had any more children to lose.
"You didn't know?"
"Not a clue! Well, at least it wasn't anyone important."
"That's great, Dad, but who was that shapesh-?" Ingrid was cut off. As usual.
"So Dad, what are we going to do about the ceasefire? Personally I vote we drop it." Malik sped up to Jonno, fangs bared, but the slayer didn't flinch. He dropped back with a hiss of "spoilsport", as Erin spoke.

"You think that's what Vlad would have wanted?" The Count was frowning thoughtfully.
"We may not have a choice." Jonno nodded.
"Vlad being gone changes everything for the slayers. I'd just about got them to trust him, but the rest of you..." He shrugged apologetically. "No offence."
"None taken," Erin hastened to assure him, expecting the others to react badly, but they seemed rather flattered.

They spent most of the day preparing to defend the school against any slayer attack that might come. As darkness fell, however, there came a heavy knock on the door.
"DRACULA!"