I have unleashed the final plot point in this chapter, I wasn't sure whether to keep it a secret but I as unsure of how to continue in this chapter.

The next chapter will be the end of this story.

Prepare yourselves.

Chapter Nineteen – Lily Of The Valley

While Jonno and Robin plotted to kidnap Renfield Vlad was certainly not where they expected him to be. He was stalking beneath the city of London shrouded from the sun by thick sewer walls and a huge amount of dirt. Clutched within Vlad's fingers there was a very special grey rock, and a malevolent smirk curved his lips in the expression of victory. The witch had been far smarter than he'd been expecting but everyone gave up their secrets, especially if they were forcefully ripped from their head. She'd hidden it somewhere Vlad wouldn't have thought to look if he hadn't made her talk; the mystic had placed it in a safety deposit box, in the very same building he'd taken it from in the first place.

But of course he'd stolen the thoughts from her mind and then acquired the fabled statue. He reminded himself of what the statue had original been like, cruising through murky thoughts of pathetic version of himself that he could no longer understand. It had been about three feet wide for the base's diameter and then a further six ft high. He would need to put it in the school hall.

This meant there was a chance it could be destroyed by saboteurs. He'd done extensive research on the statue once he'd decided his intention for it and he knew his goals could easily be prevented by destroying the conduit. The conduit was the bowl that had been resting in the girl's hands, the second it was damaged then the portal would be unable to expand or even hold for longer than a minute. All he needed were five.

From the limited knowledge he had the sewer he was following would take him to the outskirts of London where he'd be able to get a cab: he was no longer as sun-repellent as he had been with a breather half clogging his genes but he could still withstand some of the lesser rays.

The taxi driver was irksome, unable to stop talking. The dark haired man was constantly wittering on about his son, who was apparently Vlad's age. It was this distinctly irritating non-stop chapter that influenced him to snap the driver's neck when they stopped. The taxi was left, abandoned with it's dead owner curled in the driving seat in the courtyard,

Vlad stalked through the corridors, eyes alight with a devilish glow as his mind filled with images of death and terror. He would use the statue to rip the world apart. Portae Inferi's intended use was to summon hell beasts to the human realm and imprison enemies there but if the spell was done incorrectly, if immortal blood was spilled within the conduit – the portal would expand and swallow the earth.

He was going to watch the world burn. Just for the pain and fear that the world would exhale when they realised they were in hell.

He entered the hall and his footsteps echoed in the unused room. Since its lack of use the room had aged, creating décor that Renfield failed to duplicate no matter just how many spiders he released. Mould crawled up some of the wooden supports and cobwebs had taken the room for their own, forcing the vampire to push through one simple to get through the doors. Sethius's ashes still lay in the centre.

The corrupt Chosen One knelt before the grey flakes that had once been a vampire of his calibre and gathered a handful, watching the dust slide through his fingers.

"You were right." He murmured to the ashes, a hand still firmly clenched around the zoned statue. "Anarchy is how the vampire world must continue..." He dropped the remains that had slowly been sliding out of his palm and got to his feet.

He hurled the stone at the centre of Sethius' essence and watched as Portae Inferi assembled in front of him. It seemed right.

The world would end where the first vampire with vision did.

Sethius wasn't the only vampire with vision now however, Vlad saw the world clearly. There were no filters of humanity or rose-tints – he saw a world of humans, humans that didn't deserve to live. They understood nothing of their world and Vlad was salivating to rip it out from underneath their unbalanced feet.

He scooped up some of the remaining ash and deposited it in the conduit. It would affect none of the ritual but it felt like it was required. Perhaps it might even pull the vampire from hell to meet him as the world crumbled. The idea of meeting Sethius for a second time would've disgusted his ensouled self but now, seeing things as they were allowed him to see that the vampire had been right in requiring destruction and Vlad was happy to finish it for him.

He rose to his feet, spine uncurling like the wings of a swan and looked to the ceiling.

"It's time!" He yelled his voice deep harmonising with the thunder that had begun to accompany his voice.

I can describe this chapter in two words: short, and shit.

This is due to the fact that I never write the penultimate chapter well and I am running over the finale in my head.