*opens front door to welcome you in* Well, hello there. How are you? Good day? Okay and back to me. If you're still reading I congratulate you. *offers you a cake* Apparently, according to S04E04 of The Vampire Diaries there's a cure for vampirism. How cool is that?
And hereth we returneth to the storeth.
DISCLAIMER IN CHAPTER ONE
Ingrid dug her fangs into the side of Julian's neck, blood spurting from the open wound. Julian let out a small yell, the sound smothered by Ingrid's hand over his mouth.
"Shh." Ingrid said, the blood staining her mouth and teeth.
"Help!" Julian squealed, his eyes widening. They were violet, like a dark shade of flowers, Ingrid noticed. A very nice colour. Very nice indeed. Ingrid's grip weakened enough for Julian to push her off, both of them gasping for air.
"Your name." Julian leant against the wall, breathing hard.
"What?" Ingrid clutched her head in her hands, massaging her temples with her fingers.
"You didn't tell me your name." Julian touched his neck, putting pressure on the teethmarks. The blood soaked his hand, as the marks healed over.
"You're new here?" Ingrid guessed. Her head pounded, even though that shouldn't be possible. And she could have sworn her palms were sweating. Maybe my mind is messing with me, Ingrid thought to herself.
"Yes. I would've never forgotten a girl like you." Julian said. Ingrid sighed and began to walk away. Then, she glanced back at the boy, who had collapsed in the corridor with a bleeding neck.
"Ingrid." Ingrid said, "My name is Ingrid."
"Ingrid." Julian repeated, "'Beautiful'."
"No." Ingrid scowled at him, "It means 'hero's daughter'. Dad is incredibly selfish."
"It means both." Julian said, "Remember that."
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There was a small coffee shop that was called Thursday, that was named after a woman not the day of the week. No one was sure who Thursday was, whether she was the owner or simply someone's relative. But the coffee shop tended to turn a blind eye to any unusual goings-ons, as long as seats were being taken and beverages being drank. So, no one batted an eye when two leather clad teenage vampires slunk through the glass door. No one noticed when they sat at a table intended for four people, not two. No one cared when they were joined by two other people.
"So grateful you could join us." Malik said. He stared intently at the pair sitting opposite him and his sister.
"What do you want, vampire?" Mina Van Helsing hissed at him, like it was some kind of insult.
"We had no one else to turn to." Malik snarled, "You were our only option, slayers!" He banged his fist on the table, making everyone jump. Emarni scowled at him, smacking him on the back of the head.
"Manners!" she scolded. Mina and her son Jonno exchanged looks of glee.
"You too." Emarni said, pointing two fingers at the slayers, who's moment of joy vanished instantly.
"We are all mature adults here." Emarni said.
"I'm not-" Jonno began, but was silenced with a wave of Malik's hand.
"According to our laws he is, now quiet." Malik commanded, "The Draculas detest us. You detest them too. Don't deny it, Jonno. You've always disliked Vlad." Jonno had been about to argue, when Malik corrected him. With a swift nod, Mina urged Malik to continue.
"We need your protection." Emarni said, "We plan to destroy lock the Draculas away. Run a better world." Mina looked at the girl with distaste, Jonno with a look of confusion.
"Who are you?" Jonno asked.
"That's my sister." Malik said, leaning forward to talk to Mina, "But that's irrelevant. You want a part in our world, Mina? Why not just go back to the ordinary world? Bring your son up properly. Get him to a good university. Forget all about us."
"I- I-" Mina stuttered.
"But you don't want to, do you Mina?" Malik smirked at her, "What do you want?" Mina was still stuttering. Raising her eyebrows at Mina's confused expression, Emarni got up and walked to the woman that was taking people's orders. When she walked back over five minutes later, there was still the same silence, filled with only Mina's stuttering. Emarni pushed a cup of coffee towards Mina.
"Drink." Emarni flashed her an award winning smile- literally, if there was an award for best smile from a immortal girl, Emarni would have won it right there. Mina did what she was told, sipping gingerly from the cup the vampire gave her.
"We are simply asking for somewhere to stay. Maybe a few blood bags." Emarni asked, her eyes big and innocent. Jonno looked at his mum. Mina looked at Malik. Malik looked at his sister. Emarni looked at Jonno.
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"Why did you have to interfere?" Malik scowled at his sister. He struggled with the child lock on the doors, that he was pretty sure the Van Helsings were using to humiliate them. Cursing under his breath, Malik gave up and collapsed back in his seat.
"I got what we wanted. Blood, a place to stay..." Emarni counted on her fingers. Her nails were painted a dark shade of green, shining in the little light that was coming from the gap in the window.
"You got us a life imprisonment in the slayer's guild!" Malik snapped, "It is not the same thing, Em!" His sister looked at him, her big eyes glittering with tears, her bottom lip wobbling.
"I- I." Emarni took a deep breath, "I really thought they would help us."
"They hate us, Em! They've always hated us! They always will!" Malik got up, shoving his fingers through the small gap in the window.
"Ow!" he cursed, his hand getting jammed in the window. Emarni clenched her firsts and got to her feet, hitting her head on the car roof.
"I hate being tall." she grumbled. Then, she closed her eyes and pressed her pale fingertips to the UV filtered glass. The glass shattered beneath her fingers.
The space where the window used to be was just big enough to fit through. Emarni threw herself out head first, glass scratching her arms and legs, as she tumbled to the ground. Malik followed suit, yelling as he fell onto the ground beside her. Then, they realised.
All Malik heard was his sister's high pitched scream as the cars sped towards them, and he found himself waiting for impact. They were in the centre of the motorway, with cars coming at them from all angles. The first car swerved past them, the driver swearing angrily at them. Everything seemed to move slowly for the vampires, who were too dazzled to move out of the way. Emarni clung to her older brother, screaming until her throat was hoarse. That was when a car slammed directly into the Vaccaria siblings, barely harming them, but killing everyone in the car. Another car smashed into that one, and another until it was a sickening pattern. Cars were driving from the other direction too, chaos breaking out as every driver tried to save themselves. The Vaccarias stood in the centre of it all, automobiles smashing directly into them and each other. Then, everything stopped. The cars stopped driving, the drivers realising there was a crash and braking where they were. Emarni looked around with bewildered eyes, before grabbing her brother and the pair ran away. But not before the vampire press snapped another photo.
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"'Malik Vaccaria and his accomplice who's name is yet to be confirmed were seen yesterday escaping from Mina and Jonathan Van Helsing on a human motorway. There was a literal bloodbath as there was a mass car collision, Vaccaria and co seen running from the scene of the crime. It is believed they used their supreme powers to cause the crash...' Blah, blah, blah." The Count threw down the paper on the table, "Those, those, those, ruffians are getting the attention I deserve!" Vlad looked up at his father, from where he was sitting. With another exasperated sigh, The Count collapsed in his throne, waving his hands around to emphasise his annoyance.
"You're definitely focusing on the wrong part here." Vlad said.
"What?" The Count rolled his eyes, scowling at his favourite child.
"Malik and this girl are getting closer." Vlad said, "And I bet on my unlife they're not coming to make peace."