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"Bright colours are for people with no inner life and no imagination."
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"Are you sure this is going to work?" Malik frowned, shaking his glass so the potion sloshed against the sides and a little splashed over the edge. The so-called Concealing potion Katherine had made for him was a bright shade of pink that made Malik feel positively ill just looking at it. Surely nothing good could come out of something that looked so innocent.
"Actually, I am 98.2% sure Katherine has betrayed us." Emarni said, downing the potion in one go, "Drink up, Mal." Growing used to Emarni's remarks referring to macabre, betrayal and devil incarnation, Malik tipped the potion down his throat, doubting that Katherine would backstab. Solemnly, Emarni looked at her brother.
"Am I dead, are you dead, or rare we both dead?" she questioned.
"I'm in love with Ingrid." Malik blurted out suddenly, slapping his hands over his mouth.
"The locket isn't just an ordinary locket. It's cursed. Mother gave you a copy to show Father- to prove you were his son. She gave me the real one, so that I may use it to awaken her now. She knew she was going to die. She died because of the curse." Emarni scowled; then, she added, "I did not even know I knew that!"
"This is bad. Very bad."
Both of them looked at each other in horror.
"I saw Katherine slip something into the potion, that was not required to make a concealing potion." Emarni said, slowly, "She did betray us after all."
"I never trusted her." Malik said.
"You kissed her once." Emarni reminded him.
"I was eight and it was an accident and... She told you?" Malik said, "Is this her long awaited revenge? Some kind of truth potion?"
"We cannot go to the election." Emarni's eyes widened further, "We will give ourselves away too easily. All because you choose the wrong person to date. Damn you, Mal." (A/N: "Why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?")
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Ingrid Dracula stood looking very smug with herself, a clipboard in one hand, a glass of blood in the other. Looking more nervous than his sister, Vlad shuffled over to her, glancing over his shoulder as he did so. Ingrid rolled her eyes; her brother was completely paranoid.
"You think Malik will show up?" Vlad muttered.
"You think Malik wants to be on the council? Seriously?" Ingrid said, "That boy is so stupid, he wouldn't know an opportunity if it came over and introduced itself."
"But what if his girlfriend convinces him it's a good idea?" Vlad almost whined at his sister. Slowly, Ingrid turned and looked at him, checking whether or not he was joking. Then, a grin spread across her face.
"You think Emarni is his girlfriend?" Ingrid laughed.
"Um..." Vlad looked confused.
"They're brother and sister, you moron!" Ingrid was still laughing, whilst praying Vlad wouldn't kill her for this. You could never tell with Vlad nowadays.
"You and Malik are siblings. And you like each other!" Vlad walked off. Abruptly, Ingrid stopped laughing and glared after her younger brother. She clenched her fists tightly and glass of blood exploded in her hand. That's when Ingrid decided to rig the votes.
In a very Vlad-esque way, the votes were not being tallied by Vlad- because he didn't want to be the one to mess everything up, again. He had told The Count to count (A/N: *BADDUMTSSH*) the votes. The Count had immediately handed the job to Renfield, who forced the work upon Wolfie. So, the seven year old sat at the table, adding up the final tally and frowning at the scribbled working outs.
"Wolfie." Ingrid smiled sickeningly at the hybrid.
"Ingrid!" Wolfie hugged her instantly, "Renfield says I have to work out all the votes in time for tonight!" Ingrid pushed him off her instinctively.
"I'll sort that for you, Wolfie." Ingrid said, "But you can't tell anyone."
"Why?" Wolfie frowned.
"Because... Because it's not allowed, okay?" Ingrid rolled her eyes.
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Dear Katherine,
We know all about your betrayal. We know you made us a Truth Potion, instead of a Concealing potion. We overheard your phone call to phone call to Vladimir and demand an answer. Please return this letter and not ignore it like the other ones we sent.
Yours sincerely,
The Vaccarias.
Sighing loudly, Katherine threw the letter into the fireplace alongside the rest of them and struck a match; she lit the fire and leant backwards, massaging her forehead. It was difficult to please everyone, as well as herself.
"Oh, Malik." Katherine muttered. Returning to her table, she continued to sort through the documents she had found in the Vampire High Council files. Malik's file was pretty thin, with barely any legal records, just a few notes and pictures, the Wanted poster that had been released a few weeks back, a carefully drawn picture of a girl. Katherine flipped the picture over and read what was scrawled on the back of it: Malik's fiancé.
"What?!" Katherine gasped. Malik could not be engaged to someone could he? Katherine had been certain he was still in love with her. How could he betray her like this?
Don't get ahead of yourself, Katherine told herself, there must be a reasonable explanation. She picked up the phone and dialled the number she had memorised just weeks before. Vlad had been annoyed, when Katherine had first started calling him, demanding his money and promising to rid him of Malik in return. But, once Katherine found out the Vaccarias' and slipped them the truth potion, Vlad started to see the plus side
"What is it, Katherine?" Vlad sighed down the phone at her. Wondering if she had made the right decision, Katherine sighed back at him.
"Did you know... You may want to sit down... Um, well... Malik has a fiancée?" Katherine gabbled. There was a silence and then the sound of Vlad spluttering on the other end of the phone. Katherine blushed a bright shade of pink and was grateful she was talking over the phone.
"What?" Vlad said.
"I couldn't believe it either." Katherine looked down at the photo, "Wait, there's a name." She rubbed the corner of the photo with a finger, frowning down at the scribbled name, "Ingrid?" Vlad dropped the phone and Katherine heard a frustrated yell.
"Vlad?" she asked quietly, "What's wrong?" The vampire on the other end of the phone was breathing extraordinarily heavily for someone who didn't need to. Katherine wondered if he had been attacked.
"Ingrid's my sister!"
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