So I had an idea for a crossover between the Dumping Ground and Young Dracula, which I might write. So, if I don't post for a while, that's why.

Don't have time to write a longer intro, YD IS ON IN NINE MINUTES. BYE.

I OWN YD. IF I DID, THERE WOULD BE MORE THAN ONE EPISODE A WEEK, OKAY?

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All was silent in Garside Grange Independent Day School.

For about five seconds.

There was a major conflict, as the vampires all leapt on each other and tried to tear each other apart. Limbs were being torn off left, right and centre. Fangs were dripping with the blood of their own kind. Vlad could see his younger cousin, Olga, standing with her arms folded and a smug expression on her face. Nobody was targeting her. So, ignoring the Count's yells, Vlad shot through the crowd and slammed into Olga. That smug little know-it-all had always known how to drive people over the edge. This was proven, as Vlad began to thump her hard repeatedly, until the smirk was wiped from her face.
"Uncle Count, Uncle Count!" Olga squealed, still sounding about ten years old. Something inside Vlad had snapped; all the rage built up from his own mistakes and his fury with his family and his conflicted feelings about Erin. And he focused all his rage on Olga.
"You never grew up, did you?" Vlad snarled, his fangs protruding from his mouth, "Little Olga, the baby of the family. You think you always get what you want, without Daddy there to give it to you? Where's your precious Daddy now?" Just before he could snap Olga's neck, Vlad was grabbed by the back of his leather jacket. He looked up. It was The Count.
"That's enough, Vladdy." The Count said, coldly, "As much as I despise your cousin, I must insist you stop trying to tear her apart. You'll simply regret it later." It was true, The Count knew his son well. Vlad pulled free of his father's grip and left the room, leaving his family to sort out the other vampires. Suddenly, he was hit very hard over the head.

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As a vampire leapt on top of her, Emarni screamed at the top of her lungs and struggled out of the crowd. Ingrid had vanished from sight and Vlad was discussing with their father, in a quiet tone. After a few seconds, Emarni remembered why she was there and she sped out of the room. The school was full of twisting corridors, all of which looked identical. Emarni slowed down, so she was wandering around the corridors in a confused daze. Then, somebody slammed into her.
"Emarni!" Katherine squealed in horror, "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing." Emarni said, more shocked and confused than horrified. The two of them looked at each other for a second, before nodding to each other and running past of each other. As she skidded around the corner, Emarni's body slammed into a door which she then tumbled through, landing on her stomach. The blood mirror was directly in front of her, but that was not what concerned Emarni. Her younger sister, Ingrid, was standing there, her arms folded across her chest. A boy was with her, but it certainly was not Malik; Ingrid was yelling at the boy in anger. Then, she looked down on her sister, who was lying on the floor.
"Emarni Vaccaria." Ingrid spat.

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When Vladimir woke up, he was strapped in an electric chair using metal chains. He wondered for a second if he was still asleep. Though he didn't recall falling asleep.
"Vlad!" Ingrid was yelling, fighting against the bonds that tied her to the chair beside him. Beside Ingrid was a boy that Vlad had never seen before, but he was tied up too, for some reason. Surprisingly, there were two other faces that Vlad recognised. Olga and Malik were both fangcuffed to electric chairs and were struggling against the bonds.
"Emarni, this is not funny!" Malik snapped. The pale faced girl with the blonde curls, that Vlad had seen in the newspaper more than enough times, was knelt beside the blood mirror. She looked more scared in real life, with wider eyes. Much less confident.
"MALIK!" Vlad roared, "I TOLD YOU IF YOU CAME BACK I WOULD DUST YOU!"
"I WAS TRICKED BY OUR BACKSTABBING SISTER, OKAY?" Malik retorted. Vlad glanced at Ingrid, then at Emarni, wondering which one he was referring to. The Vaccaria girl was carefully arranging a series of candles, lighting them one by one rather than all at once. Then, once she had arranged the candles into a circular shape, she knelt in the middle, closed her eyes and began to chant.
"What the hell is she doing?" Olga drawled in her American accent, "And why am I involved in your stupid little reunion?"
"Because you're a threat to the throne?" Vlad guessed.
"Because you might stop her?" Ingrid suggested.
"Because Emarni wants to show off." Malik said, and he sounded positive, "You know how dramatic women can be?" There were yells of protest from the surrounding females- Emarni aside.
"Shut up, Dad." Ingrid rolled her eyes.
"I don't sound like-"
"Isn't this sweet? It's like a little loser family!" It was Katherine, that sneaky little backstabber, and she wasn't alone.
"Slayers!"
"Erin!" Ingrid and Vlad spoke at the exact same time. And only one of them was right.

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