Hi everyone,

I think, here, on , the Young Dracula community are pretty close. it is a reasonably small fandom compared to the likes of The Vampire Diaries or Glee- TVD is cool though, Team Klaroline! That's why I think we all share a special bond, because we may be small BUT WE ARE STRONG! And that's why I can address you, kinda like we're friends. SHOUTOUT TO EVERYONE STILL READING, YOU'RE TOTALLY AWESOME! (AVPM reference, indeed.)

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At first, Vlad thought one of his sisters had been hit, because of the high pitched scream that followed. But, as he opened his eyes- despite not remembering closing them- and looked across the room, he realised both girls were fine. Emarni was on her feet now, standing over the crumpled body of Mina Van Helsing- whether the slayer was dead, it was hard to tell. Ingrid was still gripping Julian Noble by the throat and was only glancing over her shoulder at the dying vampire. Olga was the one who had screamed, her mouth was still hanging open and her dark eyes were wide. Again, Vlad looked her up and down, and decided she hadn't been hit. There was no blood and besides, he would have felt the bullet whizz past his head. Rising steadily to his feet, Vlad could see his half brother, Malik, staring in shock as well. Which only left...

"DAD!" Vlad and Ingrid yelled simultaneously, both of them rushing forward. They knelt on either side of their father, both of them exchanging a terrified look.
"MUM!" Malik yelled, as the mirror began to shape into a humane form.
"MOTHER!" Emarni yelled, looking more insecure than anyone had ever seen her. Both Vaccarias rushed to the mirror.
"MUM!" Jonno yelled, rushing to Mina's side.
"MUM! DAD!" Julian gasped, massaging his throat. Ingrid had nearly snapped his neck in two. The Nobles all hugged each other tightly. Vlad couldn't quite picture Erin and Ryan wedged between their parents and younger brother.
"Are we all going to keep yelling for our parents? Because I feel left out?" Olga folded her arms across her chest and pouted. Vlad turned to glare at her, before returning to The Count. He lay on the floor, a dark sticky liquid that must be his blood, was covering his chest. It was leaking slowly through his thick clothing.

Blood was dripping down the side Emarni's blonde curly head, as she walked across the room wearily. Standing on tiptoe, Emarni whispered something to one of the gargoyles on the side of the mirror.
"Clude ianua!" she repeated, loud enough for her older brother to hear. Malik knew enough Latin to be able to translate: Close the door. The gargoyles opened their eyes and stared at her.
"Ego, Emarni Vaccaria, duco tibi ad clude ianua et necat Mater!" Emarni was screaming now, "Ego duco tibi!" Malik was frowned at the girl in confusion. He should've brushed up on his Latin. Ego meant I. Duco tibi meant command you. Close the door. And. Malik knew necat meant kill- it was one of his favourite words. Mater meant mother. I, Emarni Vaccaria, command you to close the door and kill Mother. Malik's eyes widened. To his surprise, the gargoyles exchanged looks before forcing his Mother back into the mirror and sealed it closed.

Her quest ended, Emarni collapsed against the wall, unable to stand any longer. Her brother joined her, slumping against the wall and crossing his arms.
"Don't you want to help Dad?" Malik asked her, "He's the reason you exist."
"He is no Father of mine. He abandoned us." Emarni reminded him. The slayers had seen their chance and ran, both the Nobles and the Van Helsings escaping. The Count lay dying. A grubby looking man, who Emarni had never seen before, was brandishing a broomstick in one hand and a vial of medicine in the other. But she couldn't hear what he was saying. Vlad and Ingrid both looked concerned, which was surprising, because Emarni thought Ingrid hated the Count. Olga was there too, kneeling beside her dying Uncle. He could be dead in seconds, but in some ways, Emarni almost regretted his certain death. He was her Father. But she pushed that thought away instinctively. Looking around at her family, full of concern for anyone but herself, Emarni felt herself grow weak. I will not pass out, she told herself, no good warrior ever passes out. Cursing herself for it, Emarni fainted and hit her head on the wall behind her.

"No! Not again!" A single tear ran down Vlad's face, "Dad, stay with me!" He shook his father by the arm, praying that he would live.
"Typical!" Ingrid was still managing to be nasty, "Dad always steals the story in the end! If he wasn't such an idiot, this wouldn't happen all the time. First, he got shot by Van Helsing, then thrown in a UV cage by that other slayer, nearly destroyed by Sethuis and then poisoned by Elisabetta!" Ingrid paused, "Though, I would like to get my hands on Elisabetta's poisonous lipstick."
"Ingrid!" Vlad snapped. The Count's eyelids fluttered closed.
"I'll save you, Master!" Renfield ran in, waving a broomstick violently in the air. Ingrid and Vlad ducked, but Olga got hit in the face. The girl scowled, as her perfect nose was nearly broken. It began to bleed.
"Vladdy..." The Count murmured, "Promise me... My boy... Promise that..."
"What, Dad? What?" Vlad frowned.
"That... You won't..." The Count fell silent.
"He never says anything to me!" Ingrid rolled her eyes.
"Maybe because he hates you." Olga drawled.
"Shut up, Munchkin!" Ingrid snapped. Vlad looked up just in time to see Emarni's eyes roll up into her head, as she passed out. One thing was certain: he was going to kill her.

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