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Okay, that was weird. Anyways, hey, what's up? I thought we could set ourselves a little challenge this week. I'll only post the next chapter once I have ninety reviews, (I know, it sounds selfish; but honestly, your reviews are the only reason I'm still writing.)
On a positive note, Malik and Ingrid moments in this chapter. And yes, of course thy get back together. They're my OTP, what do you expect?
Can we come up with a good ship name for them? I know some people say "Mingrid" but to me that sounds like Mina/Ingrid. I was thinking "Draccaria", but that sounds like Elisabetta and The Count's ship name- NOBODY SHIPS ELISABETTA/COUNT. Anyways, can we have a couple name?
Also, if anyone wants to suggest names for Malik and Ingrid's baby, I haven't decided on a name yet. Boys and girls names, please.
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"What?" Malik managed to choke out, looking down at Ingrid's stomach. It was almost entirely flat, only protruding slightly. Malik could've easily overlooked it.
"Gross, right?" Ingrid said, "Apparently, that's why I've been acting really weird." It all made sense when Malik thought about it. Ingrid's emotions seemed to be on a roller coaster and it would make sense that her throwing up was... Whatever happened to women when they were pregnant.
"Oh god." Malik ran his hands through his hair, "I impregnated you."
"It's fine. I'm going to get an abortion." Ingrid said quickly. That really didn't help.
"You can't do that!" Malik said, "It's... Just a bit of a shock, that's all. Wow, our child. How weird." He snorted, "How weird is that?"
"Weird. Strange. Bizarre. And all other words that mean... Weird." Ingrid shrugged.
"I don't know if I can..." Malik shook his head.
"You can't tell anyone." Ingrid smiled coyly, "Only you and Mina know."
"Mina?" Malik said, "You went to her, didn't you?"
"I listened to you. For once." Ingrid said. She pressed a knife into his hand, both of them gripping the handle. Their fingers brushed against each other's.
"Grip tightly." Malik said. They lifted the knife easily, their arms pressed so close together that Ingrid's sbracelets were cutting off Malik's bloodstream. They frowned at the target, their eyes narrowing as they focused. It made Malik feel more at ease, knowing that him and Ingrid could move as one instead of individuals.
"And release." Malik said, as they tossed the knife easily through the air. There was a thud, as the knife pierced the target. Both vampires looked at each other, Malik smirking and Ingrid smiling softly.
"Imagine how beautiful our child will be." Ingrid said, quietly.
"Of course they're going to get most of the good looks from me." Malik teased gently.
"On the contrary." Ingrid laughed, "We both know I'm the good looking one in our relationship."
"Mhm... No." Malik said, receiving a slap on the arm.
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"Our plan is too subtle." Narcissus said, "It will take too long to kill them one by one."
"But we must feed off the fear." Domonius hissed. His hideous fangs showed through the glamour. Instantly, George cringed. The Council's evil and warped feelings were starting to unnerve George. Too much hate in one room.
"When we have conquered the world, the human's fear will be ours for the taking!" Julian said. He was standing in front of the window, looking out over the tops of the buildings.
"What is your plan, Great One?" Agramon asked.
"Tonight, we go to the Doorway between the worlds." Julian said, "And the other six will join us. Then, we fight." He smiled at George, who was standing in the corner of the room nervously.
"You will be the saviour of our kind, Georgina Giles. We've been waiting a long time for you." Agramon told her, without turning to look at her.
The doorway was built out of glittering silver stones, which were engraved with the same glowing symbols that George recognised from the bracelets. She wasn't chained up, but two demons were walking either side of her. She couldn't run.
"It's going to be fine." Julian reassured her, but his voice was a growl. He wasn't as nice as George first thought.
"I'm too young to die." George squeaked, as the demons drew up a chair in front of the arch. She was forced into the chair, her arms cuffed to the arch. It began to glow.
"Think about the Draculas." Julian hissed, "Think about their pain. Their destruction." George's eyes began to burn, her vision blurring. The arch was lighting up, filling her mind even when her eyes were closed.
"Think, Georgina!" Julian ordered. And her thoughts flooded throughout her head. Emarni's death and the pain it had brought. Ingrid's heightened emotional state and furious pain. Malik's everlasting anger at his mother and the Council. Renfield's endless desire to be bitten by The Count and his failure to achieve his dreams. Chloe's broken emotions and conflicted feelings for Emarni. George started screaming.
It hurt, it hurt like nothing had ever hurt before. It burned her head and the inside of her eyelids, like a big lamp was burning into her. This is what burning in the sunlight must feel like, George thought. She was kicking her legs and trying to escape from the chair. All she could see was her own arms and the arms of the chair that they were tied to.
"HELP!" George cried. She opened her eyes and tears began to stream down her face. Figures were forming in the doorway from another world. The doorway from the demonic dimension.
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Emarni was the most beautiful angel of them all, standing amongst the endless crowd. She stuck out like a sore thumb, dressed in dark colours with her black feathered wings.
"Emarni!" Chloe cried. The girl turned to face her, her green eyes alight with wonder.
"Chloe!" Emarni said, dreamily, "What on earth are you doing here?" They were in a large white room, with long silver gates and endless streams of people pushing to get in.
"I'm here to save you!" Chloe said. She had a bad feeling about what waited on the other side of the gates for someone like Emarni. Vampires don't go to heaven.
"What?" Emarni yelled, as she was shoved closer and closer to the gates.
"Stop!" Chloe screamed. Because she knew that Emarni wasn't going to a happy place. Vampires did not go to happy places when they died.
"Chloe!" Emarni's voice hissed in her ear, "Chloe! CHLOE!"
"Emarni!" If Chloe wasn't a vampire, she would've been drenched in sweat. Instead, she was shaking, her hands gripping the bed sheets. And then she saw a figure standing in her doorway and screamed.
"It's just me, it's just me!" Malik said, shutting the door behind him. He leaned against it, brushing his fringe out if his eyes.
"What the hell, Malik?" Chloe shrieked, pulling her duvet up to her chin. She was only wearing a spaghetti strap top over her pyjama shorts.
"You were screaming." Malik shrugged, "About... Her." He still couldn't say his sister's name.
"Sorry." Chloe said miserably.
"I want to talk to you." Malik said, "Ingrid said not to tell anyone, but I need to tell someone and you can keep a secret, right?" Brushing her hair back, Chloe sat up properly and stared at him. He looked... Scared. Malik, scared?
"Ingrid's pregnant, isn't she?" Chloe guessed, examining his face.
"How did you know?" Malik frowned, taken aback.
"I had my suspicions." Chloe yawned, "What time is it?" She leant over and turned her bedside lamp on, frowning in it's golden glow. She narrowed her eyes.
"Uh... Three in the morning?" Malik suggested helpfully.
"Want do you want me to say?" Chloe asked.
"I don't know!" Malik exclaimed, "Anything. I can't deal with a baby! I'm... I'm..."
"Three hundred years old?" Chloe put in, "And Ingrid's twenty... Two? So, it's legal and perfectly normal to have a child." She let her duvet fall onto her knees, pretty sure that Malik wouldn't take advantage of her. He had learnt his lesson with Olga, Chloe knew that.
"Ingrid has to do all the work. You just have to put up with her being over sensitive and craving weird foods." Chloe said, "Can I go back to bed now?"
"No." Malik snapped, "Stay awake!"
"I don't want to." That was when an alarm sounded overhead. It rang loud and clear, instantly giving everyone within a five mile radius a massive headache.
"What's that?" Chloe's eyes widened and she leapt out of bed.
"Fire alarm." Malik frowned. Knowing there wasn't enough time to get dressed, Chloe grabbed her jacket and pulled it on. Both of them ran down the corridor at lightning speed.
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He felt terrible about it, but he had no choice but to leave Talitha there. But she was sobbing in her sleep, unable to wake up. Mina reckoned that it was her end.
"Vlad, that's the fire alarm!" Mina yelled over it, "We have to get out! Leave the girl!" And Vlad knew that she was right and they raced down the corridor, skidding around the corner. The pair crashed into each other and fell down the remainder of the stairs. All Vlad was aware of was the world spinning and his head smashing against each stair in turn. He was pretty sure that he would have brain damage by the time they reached the bottom. Eventually, they collapsed in a heap at the bottom of the endless staircase.
"Ow..." Vlad managed. That was when he caught the scent. Mina's head was slashed open and was bleeding heavily.
"Mina-"
"I'm fine." Mina said, immediately. But he wasn't worried about her. Blood was splattered across his hands, as they ran out of the door. Instantly, every single vampire turned to them with a bloodthirsty snarl. They were standing in a group, glaring at each other and the slayers; the slayers were lined up neatly.
"Mina!" Vlad said, in a more panicked tone.
"I said I'm fine." Mina snapped, looking up at him. He watched realisation slowly dawn on her face.
"Vlad!" Chloe cried weakly, as her eyes glowed a dark shade of scarlet. Malik was gripping her by the arm to stop her and The Count was collapsed on the ground beside her, holding onto her ankle.
"What's going on, Jonno?" Vlad yelled at the slayer, who was walking in between the ranks. The slayers were stood in army formation, like they were about to attack. The slayer didn't respond, just pointing in the direction that the slayers were facing.
"No... Way..." Malik said slowly.
"Oh my god..." Ingrid muttered. Because in the dying sunlight, not even wincing, stood twelve council members- each had returned to its true monstrous form. In the middle stood a horrific mist like creature, that was almost see through.
"Julian Noble?" Mina narrowed her eyes and watched as they advanced.
"The Council." Chloe snarled, turning to face them, "The people who had Emarni killed." She showed her fangs. And standing in the centre of the Council was a small twelve year old girl.
"George!"
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Her eyes were dull, with dark circles around then like Ingrid had attacked her with her eyeliner. She was paler than ever, her hair surprisingly dark and clinging to the nape of her neck. Physically, she felt ill. George felt faint and tired and dizzy. It was like somebody had sucked the strength out of her.
"Analyse them." Julian snapped at her.
"Malik wants revenge on you for murdering his mother and sister. Ingrid is feeling sick and weary. Jonno and Mina are weak and questioning whether they should run. Chloe is worried about Emarni, for some reason. Grayson... Isn't here. The Count can't use his legs and Talitha is dead. Renfield... Isn't here." George summarised. She didn't want to do this anymore. She didn't want to be a pawn in this chess game, where life and death hung in the balance. But if she tried to run, they'd hurt her.
Malik pulled out a knife and threw it across the field with impeccable aim. It slammed directly into Julian's chest, dark blood spilling from the monster's chest. With a snarl, Julian ripped the weapon from his chest and the Council advanced, intent on causing a massacre. That was when the war between life and death truly began.
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Weapons flew through the air, catching on arms and legs. Slayers were throwing themselves into the demons, throwing away their lives for some vampires that they didn't even trust. It touched Vlad's cold heart. He grabbed a demon by the throat and spun it around, as if it were a discus. He let go and it was flung into the darkness, out of his sight. Everywhere, bodies of vampires, demons and slayers were being thrown to the ground. But everyone kept fighting. Even The Count, who's legs were failing him, was dragging himself around the battlefield and tripping people over. For once, his habit of getting in the way was actually helpful. As he spun around, Vlad caught a glimpse of Chloe Branaugh. She was running across the battlefield, kicking aside the other fighters. Her hair was flowing out behind her in a blonde waterfall, as she smashed directly into Agramon.
"You killed Emarni!" was the scream she gave before wrestling the demon to the ground. Never, when Vlad had met Chloe all those years ago, had he ever imagined he would see her do something so heroic. Love really changes people. And Chloe wasn't the only one.
"We are the hottest demon slayers around!" Malik was saying, as him and Ingrid stood back to back. Even though he was being his usual cocky self, there was a sort of fierce fear glowing in Malik's eyes. He didn't want Ingrid to get hurt. Ingrid laughed properly for the first time in a while, as Vlad was forced to rip his eyes away from them.
"Vladimir Dracula!" Somebody slammed into him and he fell to the floor. His back broke into a million pieces, (at least, it felt that way), as he hit the hard ground. A stake was pressed into his chest.
"Vlad!" It wasn't a demon or a slayer pinning him to the ground. It was a terrified looking twelve year old with dark brown curls and a splash of freckles on her nose.
"George, you don't want to do this!" Vlad tried to sound reassuring, but the sharp tip of the stake was pressing through his shirt. The wood brushed against his skin.
"I've seen the light." George's voice was shaking, "The doorway between our world and theirs. It was so beautiful." She sounded like she was miles away. Fully aware that he would regret it, Vlad shoved George off him and leapt up. There was blood smeared across the young girl's face and her eyes were wild.
"Sorry!" Vlad yelled, as he stumbled towards Chloe. She was being held in a painful looking headlock and was screaming for help.
"Vlad!" Malik shouted. The Chosen One turned to see a demon sinking it's teeth into Malik's neck.
"Help!" Malik yelped. Quick as a flash, Vlad was there, throwing the vampire off. He grabbed Malik by the hand and pulled him to his feet. Malik gave him a thankful nod, before turning and smashing the demon's face in. It stumbled away from him and fell over. There was a small shriek, as Ingrid was crushed by the demon.
"Ingrid!" Malik's voice broke as he yelled.
George wasn't really aware of what was going on. They were people yelling and people screaming and people dying. It was a little bit too much for the young girl, as she collapsed against the dead body of a slayer. She knew that she had to do something. After all, she was the one with the power.
"Georgina Giles." Domonius snarled, approaching her slowly, "The only one to look into the doorway and live!"
"What do you mean?" George whimpered.
"All the other vampires we've used in the past have all died from the energy. But you... You're special..." He licked his lips, grabbing George by the chin. He lifted her up, her feet not touching the ground. She began to choke.
"I want to feed off your power. We feed off fear and you have the most of it." Domonius looked smug.
"I'm not a normal vampire." George kicked him hard in the chest and he dropped her to the ground. Slowly, she raised her hand, as if she were about to shake his hand. And she thought about all the pain and fear and suffering and hunger and loss and power and hurt and happiness and joy and love that she had ever felt. Power exploded out of her hand, encasing her and the demon in a pale blue glow. The light lifted them both up, raising them through the sky.
"What- what are you doing?" Domonius sounded scared.
"You want power. I'll give you power." George's lip curled and there was a huge explosion that filled the sky with a million lights. Domonius let out a snarl, as he began to crumble to dust. George loved the feeling of saving the world.
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Flames of fear were flickering in Ingrid's eyes, as the demon crushed the life out of her slowly. With a yell, Malik pushed the demon off of Ingrid. Then, he collapsed beside Ingrid, a green ink leaking from his neck. The pair grabbed each other's hands and gripped tightly, their fingers intertwined.
"I... I love you." Ingrid managed to say.
"Ingrid, I..." Malik coughed and gave up on returning the sentence, "Have to get... Revenge..." He pointed at Agramon, who was smashing Chloe against the floor like she was a rag doll. The Branaugh girl wasn't showing any signs of consciousness. Looking around, Ingrid realised how much her side was losing. Half the slayers had cracked necks and were lying on the floor, their bodies broken. Vlad was grappling with a demon, head on. The pair were tumbling head over heels, just a blur of black and white. And Mina Van Helsing...
"Mina!" Ingrid shrieked. The slayer spun around, just as the demon was about to snap her neck. She kicked it hard and it stumbled away.
"Thanks!" Mina mouthed at her. Ingrid nodded to her.
"Did you just save the slayer?" Malik asked weakly.
"Oops." Ingrid laughed, "Girl power, I suppose. Brings us all together."
"Yeah..." Malik managed to say. The top of his shirt had turned a dark shade of green, as the ink leaked down his neck and onto his shoulders.
"Oh my god, Malik!" Ingrid muttered, touching the stain. It burned her head and she let out a small cry.
"It's okay, it's okay." Malik snapped, then his expression softened a little, "This can't be good for the baby." There was a pause before he said, "I think we should give us another shot. For Lucifer."
"I'm not calling my daughter Lucifer!" Ingrid smirked.
"What makes you think it'll be a girl?" Malik raised his eyebrows, "We need an heir." That was when he was slapped hard across the face.
"None of that 'We need an heir' rubbish, Malik Vaccaria!" Ingrid scolded.
Chloe was having the heck beaten out of her and it hurt more than anything ever had before. Wait, not more than anything. No more than losing Emarni. Her face smacked into the ground again, her teeth chipping on the hard ground. She was going to need a really good dentist after this. The world was waved in front of her eyes, as she was thrown into the ground again.
"Stop it!" Chloe yelped, as her face scraped against the ground.
"Never." Agramon snarled, "I'll kill you the same way I killed Emarni." That hit Chloe hard and her eyes glowed a dark shade of red. She was dropped, as the demon stumbled away clutching his, (or her, whatever), eyes.
"My eyes are burning!" Agramon shrieked, falling to the ground.
"Did you want help?" Malik was at her side, dark green blood soaking his shirt.
"I've got it!" Chloe said, feeling a little bit smug. She received a clip over the ear from the other vampire.
"Yeah." Malik said, "You were handling it, Chlo."
"My name's Chloe!" Chloe protested.
"Duck!" Malik yelled and Chloe threw herself to the ground. A jet of fire flew over her head, close enough to scold her skin. She didn't get up, even though she wanted to. Her muscles just seemed to give up on her then and she was slumped on the floor, unable to move.
"Chloe?" Malik kicked her in the ribs and she rolled onto her back.
"I'm good." Chloe managed. And Malik didn't have time to respond because a demon swept down from the sky and snarled at them. Wings sprouted from in between it's shoulder blades, glowing in the moonlight. It roared and made a grab for both the vampires. Malik dodged easily and Chloe rolled out of the way. And she was on her feet again, staggering slightly.
"Chloe!" someone yelled. The demon was high in the sky again, aiming for her again. Chloe spun around, her eyes glowing. The demon dived.
"Catch!" Jonno yelled, throwing something towards her. It was a sword. A sword that whirled through the air, pointing at Chloe's head. The demon was getting closer- it was even close enough for Chloe to smell the scent of human flesh on it's breath. It's teeth were sharper than any vampire's that Chloe had ever seen.
"Chloe!" Malik yelled in warning. She grabbed the hilt of the sword and the sudden weight tipped her already tired body over. She fell to the ground, tossing the sword upwards and praying. There was a squawk as the sword plunged into the demon's side and it exploded into dust, all over her face.
They were losing, Julian knew that, thirteen all powerful demons were losing to mere mortals and the vampires- and a twelve year old empath. It was not something that Julian had predicted to happen. There was only one way to end this now.
"Retreat! Retreat!" Julian ordered. The Council Members groaned, but sped away into the night. They each brushed against him as they passed, nudging him in the ribs bitterly.
"We'll be back!" Julian yelled, as he backed away, "You can keep the child! She's useless now!" He nodded to the small girl that was lying crumpled on the floor. The power had been drained from her. Now, she was nothing but a vampire child.
"George!" Vlad yelled.
"Useless sentimental fools." Julian muttered to himself.
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So, I dyed the tips of my hair pink- THE BOX SAID IT WAS PURPLE. But I'm blonde and I'm scared that I look like a hipster.
Please review my story and maybe suggest names for Malik and Ingrid's baby. Cheers.
Lots of love,
Angels x.