DISCLAIMER IN CHAPTER ONE

Hello there, dear reader. If you finished the first part and dared venture on, congratulations to you! *hands you a free bagel* Let's be best friends, (you can pass on the best friend's offer, but at least keep the bagel).

I'm not sure if this chapter makes much sense, so let me know!

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A girl stood over Malik and Erin, staring down at them with a look of disgust. She was tall and slight, with blonde curls tumbling down her back, as if to balance out her height. She was dressed at least a hundred, maybe two hundred, years behind the rest of the world, in a long dress that had been blackened by fire. Her arms were covered in scratches, like she had been clawed at by a demon.
"Why are you caressing my brother in that way?" The girl was addressing Erin, who was clinging to Malik. The pair of them still lay on the ground, staring up at the girl that stood over them.
"I-I'm Erin." Erin stuttered, sitting up on the pavement.
"I did not ask who you were Miss Noble." The girl replied, a knowing smile on her face, "I know all about you and your family. It was them, who directed me here."
"What? Who the hell are you?" Malik demanded.
"My name is Emarni." the girl held out her hand and helped Malik to his feet, "I am your sister."
"Say what?" Erin shrieked, throwing her hands up in frustration. She glared at the pair of them, her eyes flicking between them. Emarni pulled Malik close to him, pressing her mouth to his ear.
"We need to leave." she whispered in his ear. Malik felt entirely unnerved by her closeness to him, almost like she had known her all his life.
"I've never met you before in my life." Malik said.
"And me, you." Emarni said, "But we are brother and sister."
"No, we're not." Malik snarled at her, shoving her so hard she tumbled over. She scraped her hands and knees on the pavement, looking up at Malik in disappointment.
"Malik, we do not have time. Siblings or not, you have to come with me!" Emarni got up and licked the blood off her hands, glancing over her shoulder.
"Emarni, what's going on?" Erin looked at the pale faced girl, who ignored her.
"Malik, follow me." Emarni strode down the pavement, gesturing to her brother follow her.
"What about Erin?" Malik called, as he hurried after her.
"Leave the girl!" Emarni commanded.

"Get in the car." Emarni pushed Malik into the back of a taxi cab and yelled something in French to the driver. She slammed the car door shut behind her and the taxi squealed down the road.
"Where are we going? And how can you be my sister?" Malik demanded.
"So many questions." Emarni lifted her knees up and rested them on the seat, "Where we are going? The nearest airport. How can I be your sister? We have the same parents."
"We have the same parents? That is not enough of an answer!" Malik snarled, "I have just been thrown in the back of a taxi cab, by a girl dressed like it's still the 1800s, I deserve more of an answer."
"I do not know much more than you." Emarni hissed, "Mother told me nothing of you!"
"Then... How did you know about me?" Malik stared at her; why could none of Emarni's answers add up?
"You are marked on our family tree." Emarni said, then she leant forward and tapped the driver on the shoulder. She muttered something in French. The driver said nothing, but Malik swore he saw the speed meter move up to a hundred.

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"'Dangerous murderer and kidnapper, Malik Vaccaria was spotted two days ago, forcing a supposedly innocent girl into the back of a taxi cab.'" Ingrid read aloud, "'We thought that would be the news of the week, but we were wrong. Mr Vaccaria was seen again yesterday, with the same girl. The pair illegally boarded a plane, heading to London, with what looked like a crossbow. They threatened airport security, even holding a knife to a child's throat. Could this girl be not an innocent victim, but indeed Malik Vaccaria's new partner in crime?"
"Rubbish." Vlad said, "Malik's bad, but he wouldn't break into an airport. He wouldn't need to threaten anyone, he could just hypnotise them."
"You think Malik's telling the truth?" Ingrid asked, a little taken aback. Vlad had never trusted their half sibling in the past, mainly for decent reasons.
"What Malik does is no concern of ours. If he turns up here, then he'll be our problem. In the main time..." Vlad waved his hands around to empathise that he was referring to the empty high council room.

Ingrid bit her lip, looking around at the seats that should be full by now; Vlad had called a meeting of the Vampire High Council, to certify Malik's death. Though he stood for peace, Vlad had drawn up a contract, giving permission for Malik and/or any friends of Malik's, to be staked on sight- including Erin.
"What if the council have turned against you?" Ingrid said. Her younger brother considered this for a moment, then turned to stare at her.
"Ingrid, what have you done?" he scowled. If Ingrid's heart could beat, it would have sped up in that moment.
"Nothing." she lied.
"Get out!" Vlad yelled, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He knew he never should've trusted her.
"Vlad-" Ingrid tried.
"I don't care about your stupid excuses." Vlad snarled, his fangs lowering to match his pitch black eyes. Ingrid was a traitor, she had always been a traitor and she always would be a traitor.
"Vladimir-"
"SHUT UP!"
"I DID IT FOR PEACE!" Ingrid screamed, echoing her brother, "YOU TOLD ME TO SORT OUT THE HIGH COUNCIL AND I DID!" She stormed out of the room, kicking over a chair and swishing her cape dramatically, as she left. Vlad felt his eyes fill with tears of anger and upset. He had definitely messed up.

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"Why are we going to Liverpool?" Malik asked again; his sister was refusing to answer his question properly, always changing the subject. Emarni glanced over at him, as if she were checking to see if he were serious. Then, she looked around, taking in the scared looking passengers at the back of the plane, who thought she was trying to kill them.
"Malik." Emarni whispered her brother's name like it was sacred to her. She pressed something into his hand, the one thing that could change everything. Malik looked down, shock clear on his face.
"No!"