*sings* Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me-e-eee, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.
Yeah, I'm gonna stop there. Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER IN CHAPTER ONE
"You want to destroy the Draculas?" Malik stared at his sister, who was absentmindedly browsing a clothing line he'd never heard of. They were stood in a department store in the centre of London, surrounded by people who had no idea what the sickly looking kids that were talking quietly between themselves were planning.
"No." Emarni said, holding a dress against herself, "Is this really what modern people wear?"
"Yeah." Malik shrugged, glancing over his shoulder, "Can you please hurry the shopping?"
"I am simply here to obey Mother's wishes." Emarni's voice dropped to a whisper, "She told me if she died we had to complete her life's work."
"Killing Dad?" Malik muttered. He watched as his sister picked up the dress she had been looking at and walked over to the cash register.
"No." Emarni said, "Mother never mentioned you were this thick."
"Thanks." Malik rolled his eyes. Emarni threw a couple of ten pound notes on the desk, taking the plastic bag with her purchase in.
"Keep the change." she said, slinking out of the shop.
"Emarni, what did Mother want us to do?" Malik grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her where she was.
"She wanted you on the throne of Dracula." Emarni said; then, after making sure no one was eavesdropping, "I'll explain everything in the car."
"We don't have a car." Malik reminded her.
"Yet." his sister corrected.
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"I was born on the 17th of February 1716, and before you ask, I have no idea why I was born three years after you." Emarni frowned, "I am afraid that part of the story does not make much sense, and it probably never will. But that is irrelevant. Let us skip back to last October." She kept her eyes straight ahead, looking at what was ahead, rather then what they'd left behind.
"Mother had been planning a very long time, I know that much. The plan was fully prepared, every move recorded. I helped, you know. I was the one that suggested that the poisoned lipstick." Emarni's grip tightened on the steering wheel of the car and Malik wondered why the hell he had let her drive.
"Mother was about to leave, it was the night before the plan would begin. She came to me that night. She gave it to me. She told me we should use it, use it when she was gone. She knew she was going die!" Emarni snarled, her fangs on show. Malik had grab the steering wheel, as the car swerved off the road. Emarni screamed in a mix of frustration, anger and fear.
"SHE KNEW SHE WOULD DIE! YET SHE STILL LEFT ME! ALONE! SO ALONE!" Emarni screeched, smacking her hand on the steering wheel.
"FOCUS ON THE BLOODY ROAD!" Malik yelled.
"SHE WANTS US TO USE IT'S POWER. SHE WANTS US TO BRING HER BACK!" Emarni's eyes glowed red like embers. The car swerved again, throwing the Vaccaria siblings into each other.
"DAMN IT, EM!" Malik slapped her. She grabbed the wheel, her eyes dying down drastically. For a second, she looked almost sane. She turned to Malik.
"You called me Em."
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With a fierce look clear on her pale face, Ingrid stamped down the school corridor, pushing aside any students that got in the way. She was fuming with anger, burning inside like a flame had been struck. Ingrid had a short temper, a temper that could flare up at the smallest things, but she usually calmed within minutes. This was a different sort of anger, a more permanent sort of rage, the sort that bubbled inside her.
"He's always asking for me to be nice, to believe in the peace. For once, I actually try to help him and he lashes out at me." Ingrid snarled under her breath.
"He sounds unkind." an unfamiliar voice said. Ingrid spun around, her eyes narrowing in annoyance.
"Sorry, did I interrupt your monologue?" there was a boy leaning against a set of lockers. He had a smirk plastered across his face, that reminded Ingrid of Malik.
"No." Ingrid snapped, "I wasn't monologuing!"
"My name's Julian." the boy said, "And you are?"
"Uninterested." Ingrid continued to strode down the corridor.
"Do you need someone to talk to?" Julian called after her. The Dracula girl stopped where she was, not even turning to look at him.
"Say you had a brother." Ingrid said, "And a council that wanted different things. You were on the council. You betrayed your brother at every chance you got." Ingrid felt her eyes grow darker, her blue eyes flickering to black.
"One day, you decided to help your brother. You know the council are plotting against him, so you tell them to leave and never come back." Ingrid looked at Julian, her head bowed so her eyes were hidden from his sight. Her hair fell forward, brushing against her pale face.
"Your brother thinks you have betrayed him and tell you to leave and not come back." She lifted her head, her black eyes glistening; Julian let out a gasp.
"What do you I do, Julian?" Ingrid asked, her eyes glistening with tears, "I don't know. Do you know? Do you know what I'm going to do?"
"What?" Julian backed away a few feet. Ingrid lowered her fangs.
"I'm going to kill you."