Once upon a time, there was a girl who wrote a story about Young Dracula. She was about to publish it on , but then she realised it might be hard to follow. So, she wrote a prequel called The Golden Locket- which turned out pretty badly. The End.
DISCLAIMER IN CHAPTER ONE
"Wanted: Malik Vaccaria and his sister, Emarni Vaccaria. Both were seen running from what could be called, the biggest car crash into history. Police are warning the public not to approach these dangerous criminals, as both of them are armed." Malik smirked, reading aloud from the newspaper once more. His sister looked up at him, plucking the glass from her pale arms. There was very little blood, as the cuts healed over instantly.
"You sound proud." she commented.
"Of course, I'm proud. We're infamous criminals!" Malik looked pleased with himself, like a five year old that had learnt to count to ten. Shaking her head, Emarni got to her feet, snatching the newspaper from her brother. Her face was plastered across the front page.
"You think, this is good? Vladimir will know we are coming now, he will be on his guard!" She flipped open the newspaper, "Ingrid is organising the Vampire High Council! Now, this is something we can use!" Malik got the same wistful look on his face, that he always seemed to get when Ingrid was mentioned; he struggled not to smile.
"You are sickeningly in love with Ingrid." Emarni scowled, "You cannot just go back to kissing your half sister, every time you begin to fail."
"What?" Malik slapped her hard on the arm. With a snicker, Emarni realised that she was upsetting him and decided to continue.
"I know Ingrid is your safety blanket." Emarni said, "You keep using her, as a defence. 'Ingrid would not have liked this. Ingrid would have said it was unwise'."
"Hey!" Malik looked hurt, which was something not even his sister had seen before. Emarni sighed, walking over to her brother.
"Look, Malik." she frowned and began to dab at a gash on her brother's forehead, "Here is what we are going to do."
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"Rani Em Cavciar." Ingrid read aloud from a list, glancing sideways at her brother, "That's a really weird name."
"Vampires have weird names." Vlad commented, biting into a piece of toast.
"Kiaml Cavciar." Ingrid agreed,
"Sound like another name you know?" She sighed, sounding almost wistful. Then, she seemed to realise and scowled at her brother.
"An anagram. Of Malik." Vlad gasped, "Please tell me this ballot hasn't been legalised. Please tell me, we can eliminate him from the list." Then, he added, "And his girlfriend (!)." With an annoyed look, Ingrid got to her feet and sped out of the room. She returned carrying the large book, that contained all the vampire laws, as well as all the loopholes. She flipped through the pages until she found the one she was looking for.
"There." Ingrid said, "Any vampire that is on the ballot is legally inclined to run for a spot on the high council and are only able to pull out if they so wish."
"So, we can't force them not to run. I can't believe it." Vlad groaned, "They're doing this all LEGALLY."
Emarni printed a letter in her best calligraphy, the words curling into beautiful words on the page. 'Please vote for me, Rani Em Cavciar and my brother, Malice for the vampire high council', she wrote, 'If elected, I vow to work to kill all humans and destroy the peace treaty. After all, we vampires should do what we do best: bite, kill and cause anarchy'. Malik leant over her shoulder, mouthing the words as he read them.
"That's good." he said, "Write something about how we plan to overthrow the Draculas."
"We cannot just tell people our plans!" Emarni rolled her eyes, "Do not be such an imbecile." Malik snarled and hit his sister over the head, nearly knocking the curls out of her hair.
"Ow." Emarni scowled, shoving her brother away, "No need to be so sensitive."
"Maybe I don't want to go through with your stupid plan." Malik yelled, tipping the table over and spilling the ink all over his sister's handwritten work. Emarni punched her brother hard in the stomach, so hard he fell to the floor; Malik grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her onto the floor.
"Mal!" Emarni whined.
"Em!" her brother mimicked.
"Vaccarias!" a voice snapped. The pair looked up, one of their friends standing over them.
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"Malik." a caramel skinned girl with her hair falling in tiny braids over her shoulders, with brightly outlined eyes. She smiled down at the pair, showing her contrasting white teeth.
"Katherine." Emarni said.
"Katherine Mistletoe?" Malik frowned. He had known her a few years back, when they had lived in the same village, sure. But he'd never properly spoken to her. Except that one time he...
"Malik Vaccaria." Katherine spat at him. Obviously, she was still upset about the time he...
"What are you doing here, Katherine?" Emarni asked, bringing out her impeccable smile again; Katherine tossed her mass of braided hair over her shoulder and helped Emarni to her feet.
"I was passing by on my way to a witches convention in York, when I heard you two arguing." Katherine said, "I decided to stop by and see what the fuss was."
"And now you can leave: bye!" Malik pushed her towards the door.
"Haha." Katherine rolled her eyes, "I'll be leaving soon enough."
"Actually." A look of realisation dawned on Emarni's face, "You could be extremely helpful, Katherine."
"What are you planning?" Katherine leant forward eagerly, rubbing her hands together. A look of anguish crossed Malik's face.
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