This chapter ended up being really long. Sorry, if it doesn't make sense- I wrote most of it on a sugar rush.

DISCLAIMER: Blah, blah, own nothing, you know the drill

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Olga knew nothing about Emarni's side of the family whatsoever. All she knew was that they were related, that Emarni's mother was a dead psychopath and that her father was Count Dracula. Her grandparents, she had never even heard of. Naturally, Olga was surprised when Emarni brought it up.
"My grandparents were killed by Shadow Warriors." the girl said suddenly, her hair a mass of curls surrounding her face. She was frightened, that much was clear.
"Is this the time?" Olga whispered. They had ducked behind a fallen tree, a silvery pond lay nearby. It was close and getting closer.
"Yes. This is the time. Because if we die now, I need someone to know." Emarni said, "My grandmother was Hylla Grayling. She met my grandfather in 1130, through an arranged marriage. My grandfather was Caderyn Vaccaria. He needed an heir."
"Well, the family history is lovely, but I couldn't care less." Olga spat.
"They had a daughter, never a son, just a daughter. Elisabetta. My mother." Emarni said, "They needed an heir, Olga!"
"Yes, a son! I know how the process works!" Olga grabbed her cousin by the wrist, dragging her to the next tree. She knew if she didn't drag Emarni, Emarni's soul would be devoured- she wouldn't try and run on her own, just stand there with that dreamy expression on her face.
"So, when Mother met Father, they had to have a son." Emarni said. Olga peered out from behind the tree. The pond seemed to be glittering and a shadow was dancing upon it. Silently, Olga pointed towards it, but Emarni didn't notice. She seemed to be monologuing.
"That's why Malik was born." Emarni said, "So that my grandparents would have an heir."
"Whatever!" Olga exclaimed, "We could die, Blondie, and you want to recite your life story?"
"It's important!" Emarni screamed. The Shadow Warrior grabbed her by the throat, choking her slowly. Emarni struggled for breath- she didn't even need to breathe. Olga knew that if Emarni died here, she would turn to dust in the real world.
"MY PARENTS GOT MARRIED AFTER MALIK WAS BORN!" Emarni squealed, "I RESEARCHED IT!"
"I don't care!" Olga yelled, making a run for it.
"MY PARENTS SPLIT UP AFTER I WAS BORN!" Emarni called after her, "THEN, MY GRANDPARENTS WERE KILLED DAYS LATER. DO YOU NOT THINK THAT IS A BIT OF A COINCIDENCE?" Olga fell into the pond.

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Suddenly, Olga sat up abruptly. She was alive. She was back in the real world. She had passed out on top of Malik.
"My arm's dead." Malik groaned, shoving Olga off him.
"We're in serious danger." Olga looked at him seriously, then at Vlad, "You heard of Shadow Warriors?"

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All of sudden, Ingrid sped out of the trees and flung the Shadow Warrior into the pond. Emarni collapsed on the floor, gasping like a fish out of water.
"The Shadow Warriors came after my grandparents, because I was born." Emarni said, trying not to hyperventilate. Ingrid frowned at her.
"How did you work that out?" she asked.
"It took a while." Emarni massaged her throat, "You know about the Shadow Warriors?"
"Yeah." Ingrid said, "I'll wake you up, if you wake me up!" She slapped Emarni across the face. After a moment, Emarni realised what she meant and slapped her back. It went on like that for a while.

In the end, Emarni gave up and collapsed against a tree, her face aching and sore. She was ready to give up completely. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion and a crackle of lightning. It began to tip down with rain. Then, behind her were the Shadow Warriors, appearing in a most.
"Run!" Ingrid commanded.
"No!" Emarni yelled, "Jump!" She pointed at the silvery pond.

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When she woke up, Ingrid felt giddy and sick. Maybe because she had just jumped through a portal hidden inside a pond, to return to her home dimension. Or maybe because she had just nearly died. Or maybe because she had just seen Will Clarke- she had barely seen him, since he had died.
"Hey..." There was the other boy she used to love.
"Malik." Ingrid spat, "You better not have been watching me sleep." She never slept with the lid on her coffin, because she wasn't stupid enough. She didn't want to hit her head on the lid of her coffin every time she woke up.
"Maybe." Malik smirked, "You'll never know."
"You're such a vampire meets bad boy cliché." Ingrid sighed, "Watching me sleep? Creepy."
"I'm a hot cliché though." Malik winked, before adding with a serious look, "Ingrid, I meant to tell you-"
"MALIK!" Emarni screamed, "HELP!"
"I'll tell you later. It's important." Malik said, before speeding down the corridor.

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Even The Count looked significantly paler than usual, having heard the news about the Shadow Warriors. Everyone was gathered around the dining room table- Renfield included.
"I keep meaning to ask." Malik said, "Where on earth is the little hybrid?" The Count tensed.
"Mum took Wolfie back a while ago." Ingrid said, (The Count relaxed suddenly), "But that's not the point."
"I say we stay here." The Count said, "We could make a nice campfire or something to give us light." He was scared.
"A campfire? Inside?" Ingrid snorted.
"I need to get to the Blood Mirror. I left something there." Emarni said, suddenly.
"You mean, to rescue your mad mother!" Vlad said.
"I'll go with her." Olga suggested.
"I don't trust you either." Vlad scowled, "You have motives, Olga." His cousin crossed her arms and sulked.
"I'll go with her. She's my sister." Malik said, "Vlad and Ingrid can go and research Shadow Warriors."
"I'll go with them. Keep them in check." Ingrid said, staring at the pair of them darkly. Her usually flawless eyeliner was smudged.
"You can't seriously trust Ingrid!" Olga exclaimed, "She's engaged to one of them!"
"Neither of us remember getting engaged!" Ingrid snapped.
"All right, fine. Malik, Ingrid, Emarni and I, will go to the Blood Mirror. Olga, Renfield and Dad, you go and research these creatures." Vlad sighed, rolling his eyes. Why was everything so complicated?

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Malik Vaccaria had never been scared of the dark. That was, until now. The shadows seemed to loom larger than usual, the darkness almost pitch in Garside Grange.
"You never really notice the dark until you are lost in it." Emarni summarised; then, in a less confident tone, "I am scared, Mal."
"They can't harm us, as long as we're in the light." Malik reminded her. He was holding a lantern in his right hand, which was giving off just enough light to surround the group.
"Well, I am loving the brother/sister love going on here, but can we save it for later? Otherwise I might throw up all over you." Ingrid spat in annoyance. Her high heels were clicking against the floor, as they walked.
"I don't know Ingrid; I'm enjoying Malik being all big brotherly." Vlad said. He was hit in the face with a lantern, the light flickering in his face.
"Careful!" Ingrid snarled, "We've only got two lanterns-" The Count, Olga and Renfield had the other one, "-and enough oil to light them once! That light dies, so do we!" She grabbed Malik by the arm and pulled him away from Vlad- she gripped his arm a little too long and let go awkwardly. They still hadn't got that annulment.
"Look!" Vlad said, his voice dropping to a whisper. A shadow was flickering on the wall, moving on it's on. The Dracula siblings were still. There was a quiet squealing noise, as Malik covered Emarni's mouth to stop her screaming.
"Shush, Em." Malik hissed. He yelped, as his little sister bit him hard on the hand.
"Shut up!" Ingrid snarled at them both.

It materialised in front of them, solidifying slowly. Malik was reminded of the way his mother used to shimmer into solid form and felt even more creeped about Shadow Warriors then before. It was dressed completely in black, with horns poking out the side of it's head. A Shadow Warrior.
"Give me that!" Ingrid grabbed the lantern out of Malik's hand and waved it at the creature, "Get lost, ugly!" The creature hissed and dematerialised. It reappeared behind them. Vlad spun around, electricity flickering in the palm of his hand; fire blazed in Malik's right hand and Emarni just glared, with her hands on her hips. Ingrid smacked the Warrior between the eyes with the lantern. It disintegrated into dust.
"I think we should run." Vlad said quietly.
"Well done, Sherlock." Malik rolled his eyes.
"Go and find the fuse box, Moriarty." Vlad said, "Take Ingrid with you. Shut up!" He cut off Ingrid, before she could argue, "Me and Emarni will go and do some research. Look into the old records."
"But I need to go to the-" Emarni began.
"Later, Em!" Malik snapped. His sister's face fell, but Malik had good reason. He needed to talk to Ingrid, tell her what he'd wanted to tell her for weeks.
"Is splitting up a good idea?" Emarni asked, with a worried expression, "It wants to wipe out our entire clan and we have no way of communicating."
"Come on!" Vlad sighed, dragging her away from her brother. Ingrid kept hold of the lantern and the pair were soon immersed in the dark. The last Malik heard Emarni was her whispering to Vlad:
"We have come too far to die tonight, dear Vladimir."

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