I figure this is the chapter I'm probably going to get the most reactions from. To be honest, if you ship Draccaria (Malik/Ingrid), you'll probably think it's awesome and then slap yourself for enjoying it. If you don't ship them, you'll think it's kinda weird or creepy.
PLEASE NOTE THAT RATING HAS GONE UP TO T! (I'm paranoid)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOUNG DRACULA, BECAUSE I AM A CREEPY TEENAGE FANGIRL.
It was short and quick, her lips crushing his for only a few seconds. Malik's lips were hot, stinging Ingrid's as the pair touched- wait, hot? Their tongues barely touched, when Ingrid fell back. She was suddenly very conscious of everyone watching and made sure that she couldn't be heard.
"You're half human." Ingrid hissed, "I can feel the warmth in your face." She grabbed hold of his neck, feeling for his jugular. He had a pulse too. Who would've thought the great Elisabetta and a breather would...
"You can't tell anyone." Malik whispered to Ingrid, "Dad would throw me out."
"I know." Ingrid whispered to him; he pushed her hair out of her eyes. That was when Emarni poked her brother hard in the ribs repeatedly. She was lying on her stomach, a pillow underneath her.
"Are you done kissing?" she asked, still jabbing him in the ribs.
"Yeah, Emarni." Malik laughed lightly, "We're done." Then, Ingrid started to laugh too. It had got to that point in the day, (or maybe the night), where everyone was so tired that anything was funny. Emarni looked between Ingrid and Malik, who were laughing, with a baffled expression.
"Why are we laughing?" she looked bemused. Vlad decided to intervene.
"Because they're losing their minds, Emarni. Don't worry." He ruffled her curls, ignoring the irritated look she gave him. Malik could see that Emarni was resisting the urge to strangle her younger brother. Her hands were edging slowly towards his neck; so, Malik coughed loudly and his sister's hands dropped back to her sides.
"Is anyone else really bored?" Olga sighed loudly. All four of the Dracula- wait, all three and Malik- siblings turned and looked at her.
"Not really." Emarni said, "Watching Ingrid and Malik is like watching a Shakespearean play."
"Or Eastenders." Vlad added helpfully.
"If I had something in my hand, I would throw it at you." Ingrid scowled. Silently, Emarni reached over and placed the cushion she had been resting on in her sister's hands. Ingrid tossed the cushion at Vlad's head, but he ducked and it hit Olga, who shrieked.
"Ingrid!" she squealed.
"She was aiming for Vlad." Malik defended, "If Vlad wasn't such a-"
"Well, I am loving the family bonding." The Count said, struggling to get to his feet, "But I must be going... Vladdy, Vladdy..."
"You're not going anywhere, Dad." Vlad said, without moving an inch. The Count wouldn't get very far if he couldn't even stand up without help; he was getting weak in his old age.
"He's right, this is getting ridiculous." Olga helped The Count to his feet and both of them left the room. Renfield scuttled after them calling "Master, master!".
"It's their own death warrant they're signing." Ingrid murmured; then, she turned to Malik, "You have a hell of a lot to explain, Breather Boy."
"What?" Vlad frowned, having missed that news flash.
"Malik is half breather." Emarni rolled the r's and resulted in sounding just like her father. She had retrieved her pillow and flopped on top of it, "I had my suspicions Malik, but how did you keep that a secret for so long? Even when you were under the influence of the truth potion!"
"Whaaaaat?" Vlad said.
"Why did you say it like that?" Emarni asked, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion.
"Sorry, I thought we were pronouncing words like- ." Vlad said, trying not to offend her, "I thought we were competing or- I don't know!"
"You are a strange, strange boy, Vladimir." Emarni shook her head, her blonde curls bouncing up and down lazily. That was when Vlad turned to Malik and began to talk at him furiously. Both of the girls exchanged looks every time Vlad swore- which was a lot. It was weird to hear Vlad so infuriated.
"You're not even a Dracula!" Vlad growled, as an afterthought, "You're not even a full vampire!" Then, he ran out of things to say and collapsed backwards. Emarni laughed, seemingly randomly and almost psychotically.
"We should tell Dad." Vlad thought out loud. Instantly, Ingrid had him by the throat and threw him out of the circle. He knocked several candles over.
"Ingrid! Vlad!" Malik snarled, "Stop being irritating. That's my job!" Emarni laughed lightly.
"Emarni, stop laughing! It's creepy!" Ingrid snapped.
"What is? Her laugh or the fact that's she's happy?" Vlad asked, before returning to the matter in hand, "Eventually, these candles are going to burn down to nothing, and then where are we going to be?"
"What do you suggest we do?" Ingrid leant forward, a serious expression on her face.
"RENFIELD!" Emarni called. There was the sound of footsteps, the sound of someone falling down the stairs, then Renfield burst through the door. He was out of breath.
"Yes... Miss Emarni?" he gasped.
"We need something to fight the Shadow Warriors." Emarni instructed, "Find a way!"
"Yes, Miss Emarni." Renfield ran off again, his flesh moving independently to the rest of his frame. The oldest Dracula there, which was Emarni now, got to her feet. She brushed her skirt down.
"Consider it war." she said.
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It was odd for Ingrid Dracula to feel so overwhelmed with both information and feelings. Her brother Malik... Was not her brother. She had kissed the boy of her dreams. She could be with Malik now. So, why did she still feel so confused? The future was clear now, wasn't it?
"Don't think that just because we're engaged, I'm going to be all nice..." Malik said, shuddering at the word "nice".
"We were engaged before. You were nice then." Ingrid reminded him.
"I was not nice. I was bitter and cruel... Please tell me I'm horrible." Malik said.
"Fine. You're the worst boyfriend I've ever had." Ingrid smirked.
"And have there been many?" Malik raised an eyebrow in disbelief. He's got to be kidding, Ingrid thought, he knows everything about me. And it was true; Malik knew a creepy amount of information about Ingrid, which she never recalled telling him. She knew barely anything about him.
"Oh, yes." Ingrid teased, "Hundreds and thousands and millions, maybe even one."
"One." Malik looked taken aback, but regained his cool quickly, "What is it they say, first the worst, second the best..." He pointed at himself, with a smug expression.
"The best at what?" Ingrid let him take her hands in his. His hands were warm, his fingers sweaty, through his leather gloves. Ingrid could feel his faint, faint pulse.
"Kissing, no doubt." Malik pulled her closer subtly, "And- knowing myself- sex."
"Your hands are sweaty." Ingrid said, undoing the straps on his leather gloves and tugging them off quickly.
"Ingrid Dracula." Malik said, slowly and certainly, "If you wanted to undress me, you could've just asked."
When they finally made it to Ingrid's room, Ingrid was kissing Malik furiously. She slammed him into the floor, ripping his shirt off over his head. She could feel his heartbeat fluttering in his chest, like a bird trapped in a cage.
"Easy, Ingrid." Malik murmured, as Ingrid's hands worked her way over his chest. His skin was so smooth to her touch and she didn't want to stop touching it.
"Are you sure about this?" Malik's hands were only on her face, while Ingrid's hands were slowly working her way downwards.
"Aren't I good enough for you?" Ingrid whispered.
"You're better than good enough." The pair rolled over so that Malik was on top, "I just thought you'd want someone better than me for your first time."
"Nobody else." Ingrid and Malik were tangled together, Ingrid's hair caught in his fingertips.
"Not even Will?" Malik never even knew Ingrid wore corsets, until he had to struggle to undo one. How the hell... Luckily, Ingrid decided to help him out.
"Will and I were never serious. For obvious reasons." Ingrid was planting kisses on his neck, so it was hard for her to talk.
"The reason being?"
"I couldn't get him into a coffin." Ingrid said, "We never got this far."
"Ingrid Dracula. You are pretty damn hot underneath all the layers." Malik laughed, looking into he bright blue eyes.
"You're not half bad yourself." Ingrid replied, with a smirk.
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As vampire wars go, sitting in Vlad's room waiting for a breather to make a potion, is not how the best of them start. However, that was how this war started; well, for Emarni, at least.
"So, Malik and Ingrid aren't related?" Vlad was still struggling to grasp it.
"No." Emarni sighed, flicking through one of Ingrid's magazines. She was lounging on Vlad's sofa, one hand hanging over the edge.
"And they're not going to call off the marriage?" Vlad frowned, "They're not going to get an annulment?"
"Of course not, Vladimir. They are in love. They are probably kissing each other, right now." Emarni said, then both of them cringed. The idea of Emarni's brother kissing Emarni's sister was disturbing- even if Malik wasn't Ingrid's brother... Confusing, much?
"This is too weird." Vlad said.
"Basis of all good love stories: two people fall in love against all the odds. They cannot be together and feel they cannot cope. There is a solution. They end up together. They die." Emarni said, "I hope Ingrid dies." She didn't seem to notice the horrified look her brother shot her. The door swung open and Emarni threw her magazine down, anxious for news.
"Master Vlad, Miss Emarni." Renfield always seemed to be breathless, probably from running around after the Draculas all day; he stuck his head around the door, "I have found a solution!" Both vampires leapt easily to their feet and made to follow him. What they didn't notice was how Renfield's form seemed to almost shimmer. And if Emarni had been paying attention, she would have recognised quickly that it wasn't Renfield; it was her mother.
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Yes, Elisabetta is back and up to her shapeshifting tricks, (I'll explain how she came back later). And I don't think Elisabetta is going to be too pleased about Malik's new girlfriend/fiancé.
PLEASE COMMENT IF THERE'S ANYTHING YOU WANT TO SEE. (Example: Vlerin. I don't ship Vlerin anymore, but I'm willing to add some Vlerin if that's what you want.)