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"George, eh?" Vlad smiled kindly. The girl looked rather terrified, behind the strong front she was putting on. Dirt was smeared across her face, her hair sticking to her face.
"Yes, Lord Vladimir." George dipped into a neat curtsey, her curls bouncing around her face. She was carrying a star patterned backpack on her back.
"It's just Vlad." Vlad told her, "Would you like to come in?" George barely got her foot in the doorway, before Olga blocked her path.
"No, no, no!" The Count said, "I am not having a little ragamuffin in my home. I choose who I share my home with. Mostly."
"Please, Mr Count Dracula, Sir." George said, "My Mother, Sally, has been dusted. I have nobody else to go to." The Count looked hopelessly at Vlad, who was nodding at him. Eventually, he sighed and Olga moved out of the way, rolling her eyes.
"Come in, George." The Count said her name, as if it were a foreign word- like he was unsure of how to pronounce it.
"They don't like me, do they?" George said, as Vlad ushered her down the corridor. He had one arm around the young girl and was trying to smile reassuringly.
"It's just a bad time for us, right now." Vlad told her.
"Why?" George asked. Two of my siblings have been taken away, my eighteenth birthday is next week and there's someone plotting against us, Vlad wanted to say.
"Don't worry." Vlad said, instead; he pushed open a door, "I guess you can stay in here, until my siblings gets back." Malik's and Emarni's room was practically empty, because they'd never been in there for more than ten minutes. A few of their clothes were shoved in a drawer, but that was about it.
"Wow, it's really empty in here." George said, "It looks really dusty." It was the same room that the Revamps used to crash in, but slightly revamped. Haha. Revamped.
"They haven't been here long." Vlad said. George threw her backpack down, kicking it into the corner of the room.
"Will you show me around? I want to see everything!" George was smiling, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Yeah." Vlad laughed.
"So, that's Ingrid's room, that's my room, that's Dad's room, Olga's and Erin's." Vlad pointed, as they walked- they had to put Erin in with Olga, to save room.
"Wait, who slept in the room I'm in, then?" George looked confused. Vlad couldn't blame her.
"My older sister, Emarni, and her brother, Malik." Vlad said, "It's complicated." He lead her down the steps, "That's the throne room."
"Coooooool!" George ducked inside instantly.
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Olga searched through her wardrobe, pushing through the endless grey and black dresses. She had have something nice left to wear.
"What are you doing?" Ingrid was leaning against the doorway, not even bothering to scowl at her cousin. Ingrid seemed to have turned over a new leaf and was definitely on Vlad's side now.
"Vlad's birthday party is in less than a week." Olga said, "I'm looking for something to wear. Why don't I own anything like that?" She nodded to Ingrid's diamond studded dress, with a sour look.
"Why don't you wear, I don't know, a grey dress?" Ingrid rolled her eyes.
"Haha." Olga said, sarcastically, "I'm serious. What are you wearing?"
"Does it matter, Munchkin? It's just Vlad's stupid party." Ingrid said.
"It's not just a stupid party. Vampires from all over the world will be here. It will be the party of the year." Olga reminded her cousin; she picked out a knee length black dress, with complicated lacing on the hem, and held it up.
"Opinion?" she asked.
"I'm not helping you get ready for a party." Ingrid rolled her eyes, "I'm going to see how the other munchkin is getting on." But Olga had a point, it was going to be one hell of a party. Especially if the Vaccarias turned up.
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"You are leaving us again, Mother?" Emarni asked. Elisabetta didn't answer her, slamming the door behind her.
"I keep telling you that she doesn't care about us." Malik said, looking up from his card game that he was playing with Grayson.
"Leave the poor girl." Grayson muttered, "She's obviously very emotionally conflicted."
"I am not emotionally conflicted." Emarni said dreamily- her mind was obviously elsewhere. Grayson was Elisabetta's friend, who had agreed that they could stay with him until Vlad's birthday. He had not agreed to babysit, but somehow had ended up doing that as well.
"Sit down, Emarni." Grayson said gently, patting the seat beside him. Sighing, Emarni gave up on watching out the window and collapsed in the seat beside him.
"Now, I want you to listen to me." Grayson said, turning to Emarni, "Your mother is not okay in the head. No, listen." He continued, as she tried to turn away, "She's not, okay? She needs to go to a hospital, so they can make her better."
"Mother is fine." Emarni said.
"You won't be able to convince her. I've been trying for weeks." Malik told Grayson, shuffling a pack of cards, "Another game?"
"Not right now, Malik. I want to show you guys something." Grayson said.
There was a large study on the third floor of Grayson's house and this was where he lead the Vaccaria siblings. There was a large wooden desk, a leather sofa, the usual furniture you get in a study. CDs were stacked in a massive CD rack, which towered over even Malik. Grayson slid a drawer open and pulled out a photo album. The trio sat on the leather sofa.
"This is me and your mum." Grayson said, opening the photo album to the first page. It was not full of photos, but more paintings or sketches.
"Mum was kind of pretty." Malik sounded surprised.
"Mother is beautiful." Emarni sounded certain; she flipped the page over, "Is that Mother and Father's wedding?"
"Yeah. I was there." Grayson said, "And this is the part I thought you'd be interested in." The next page had two carefully drawn pictures on it.
"That's you two, there." Grayson told them, when he saw their confused looks, "When you were little." Looking closer, it was easy to see that the little girl was Emarni. She had the same wide eyes and long curly locks. Malik looked totally different.
"Why would you have these?" Malik asked quietly. It was difficult to read his tone.
"Because I'm Godfather to you." Grayson said, "Both of you." He closed the book, "Are you alright, Malik?" Malik looked like he was about to pass out. Then, he exploded with anger.
"NO!" He growled, his fangs protruding.
"Malik." Emarni said, and it came out as a squeak, "Calm down."
"I will not calm down!" Malik yelled, "A few months back, I only had Mum! Now, I have a sister, a godfather, a fiancé, an ex girlfriend, a cousin and even a Dad out there somewhere! I don't think I can cope with this!" He stormed out of the room, at lightning speed.
"He just needs some time." Grayson said.
Carefully, Emarni slid the lid of the top of the container and picked up the bearded dragon. It was not as slippery as she thought it would be.
"Don't grip her too tightly." Grayson smiled, "She's called Chelsea. I got her from my friend, who works in Australia."
"Hello Chelsea. You are a lovely little lizard, are you not?" Emarni squeezed the lizard gently and stroked the top of it's head. Chelsea nuzzled against her lovingly.
"She likes you." Grayson said, stroking Chelsea too, "I heard you like reading. Do you want to see the library?"
"Um, yes." Emarni decided, nodding earnestly. That was when Malik made a reappearance, slinking back into the room with a scowl on his face.
"Malik!" Emarni beamed at him, "Look, Grayson has a bearded lizard called Chelsea. She is really sweet and not at all slimy, like I thought!" She held Chelsea up for Malik to see. Uneasily, Malik brushed his rough fingers against the lizard. Chelsea hissed at him.
"Oh. She dislikes you." Emarni lowered the lizard and brushed it against her face. Chelsea licked her happily.
"That's really weird." Malik said.
"I know." Grayson looked a little taken aback, "It looks like Chelsea formed an emotional attachment to you, Emarni." Shrugging, Emarni put the lizard back in it's container and slid the lid back on. Chelsea looked like she was moping.
"We could escape, Em." Malik said, suddenly, "Mum's not here, we could go home."
"I wouldn't stop you." Grayson shrugged. He was much too nice. Malik didn't trust him one bit.
"Neither of you understand. If we leave, Mother would simply attack Garside and kill everyone. Staying here is the only way to prevent that." Emarni said, and then she paused, "But we could contact them."
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Ingrid had gotten her computer, so that she could hack into slayer's files and always be ahead of her family members. She had not gotten it, so that Vlad, Olga and George could invade her personal space and talk to Malik.
"Guys, can you go away?" Malik asked, after he had been grilled with questions, "I want to talk to Ingrid."
"So, you're not coming back?" Olga asked, sounding slightly put off.
"Not until Vlad's birthday. I don't know Mum's plans, but I think you should be ready for anything." Malik said, "Now, clear off you lot!" Complaining loudly, Olga and Vlad left the room. George waved at Malik, who frowned at her, before following after them.
"Your hair looks even worse than usual." Ingrid commented, staring at her fiancé.
"And yours looks even better than usual." Malik grinned lazily, "How are you, girlfriend?" It sounded odd to be called that; Malik's girlfriend. It made Ingrid feel uneasy, so she just smirked.
"We're all okay here." Ingrid said.
"I wasn't asking how "we" were. I was asking how you were." Malik said. I feel awful, Ingrid thought, all I want is for you to come back and spend time with me- it's not the same here without you. She just smiled and nodded unconvincingly.
"How are you?" Ingrid asked, thinking it was only polite to return the question.
"Hi Ingrid!" Emarni pushed her brother aside, to grin at her sister. What looked like a giant lizard, was resting on her shoulder.
"Is that a lizard?" Ingrid was confused.
"A bearded dragon actually." Emarni was much too close to the camera, "She is called Chelsea. Grayson is letting me look after her, while he is working."
"Grayson?" Ingrid said.
"He is mine and Malik's godfather. We are staying in his house, he is an old friend of Mother's. His house is huge! He has a library and everything!" Emarni was either bouncing up and down with excitement, or she was shaking the computer webcam. That was when Malik managed to push her away.
"Emarni! I'm trying to talk to my FIANCÉ!" He growled.
"Sorry!" Emarni grinned, "See you in five days time!" Ingrid heard her footsteps as she bobbed out of sight again.
"Ingrid." Malik said, swallowing his pride, "I miss you. I really wish you were here or I was there or whatever. And I'm not even being sarcastic."
"I'm sorry to tell you this." Ingrid said, "But I don't want you to be honest. I want you to be lying and scheming and I definitely want you to be sarcastic."
"And I will obey your wishes, your Evilness." Malik smirked.
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The ground began to shake suddenly, nobody noticing it at first. The Count, with his ancient vampire senses, was the first to notice.
"What the devil is that?" he exclaimed, as chunks of the ceiling began to fall on them.
"I think it's an earthquake." George said. She screamed and ducked underneath the table. Covering his head with one arm, Vlad followed suit, wrapping his other arm around the younger girl.
"An earthquake?" The Count repeated, joining them under the table.
"But there's never earthquakes in the UK, this must be a phenomenon!" George shrieked, managing to be sensible even at the point of death. Then, the tremors stopped.
"What was that?" Olga skidded into the room, sliding under the table in a swift move. Vlad thought about it for a moment.
"I think that was Elisabetta making her first move." He said.
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