I think I'm going to end up updating around once or twice every two weeks.
I know the slow updates are kind of annoying but I found before I wasn't so much writing for pleasure, more just for the sake of writing.
Under the cover of a dark sky Vlad made his way to the slayers guild trying to think of what he could say to calm Jonno and the fury that would be directed at him the second he entered the guild. Nothing came to mind but he was sure that Jonno would be willing to fold if he came in good faith.
He walked slowly and didn't speed into the slayer's guild as he normally would. If they saw him coming from a distance he wouldn't be a threat. He heard a slight whoosh as he entered the car park but he looked round quickly and assumed it was just the wind buffering him.
It turned out there was no point to walking into the slayers guild as when he arrived the slayer in their guard tower was dead, crimson streaking the tip of his chin and coating his neck where a vampire had evidently attempted to rip the poor man's throat out.
With a worried frown Vlad he continued in to the base quickening his pace to a run unsure of whether to speed in or not. It turned out who should have.
Once he'd passed the door (by punching through the keyhole) he saw slayers swarming to a corridor giving him brief terrified looks as they hurried to the currently bigger threat.
There was a furious screech. "You will all pay!" Vlad sped to the circle that had been created round the danger. He pushed through the slayers ignoring the stakes pressing against his dark jacket.
A crazed vampiress stood in the centre of the sphere lashing out at anyone who got too close; three decapitated bodies lay at her feet. She looked quite mad, even for a vampire. Her very dark chestnut hair clung to her face in dark sweaty clumps and her muddy brown eyes were dilated in fury. Then she laid those insane pupils on him.
She let out an inhuman screech and pounced at him hitting him square in the chest. In his initial shock he toppled backwards hitting his head on the floor and the vampiress was snarling above him fangs gleaming as she waved wildly a stolen stake above her head ready to plunge it straight into his heart.
Then Vlad saw something that told him exactly who this half-fang belonged to. The vibrant red lipstick and dyed black carefully straightened medium length hair. This half fang screamed Ingrid.
Vlad snapped his fingers. A neat pile of dust fell onto his chest and he sighed in relief. Then the angry yet confused faces of the slayers appeared above him.
"What are you doing here?!" Jonno's furious face appeared above him and Vlad's stomach twisted into a knot.
"Can we talk somewhere more private?" The curious faces watching them told Vlad anything said in the corridor would not be secret.
At the curt nod Vlad got to his feet and silently followed the slayer.
After trudging through two corridors in an awkward quiet they reached an office, the plague on the door read 'Mina Van Helsing'. Vlad felt a pang of guilt.
There was a sofa near the door and looking at the quilt draped over the side he realised this was where Jonno had been sleeping since his mother's death. The knot in Vlad's stomach squeezed a little tighter and his gaze drifted to where Jonno was now seated.
"I thought I made it clear that the treaty was over."
Vlad thought about how the slayers had been only slightly surprised to see him.
"You apparently hadn't told the rest of the guild that." Jonno glared at him and Vlad swallowed uncomfortably.
He tried again this time posing what he'd actually come to discuss. "Please don't cancel the treaty." He attempted to convey his desire to keep peace through his eyes as Jonno stared back at him.
Vlad heard a small growl from Jonno's throat as he tried to resume his scowl. The slayers eyebrows narrowed viciously until a second later he sighed.
"Fine…" The slayer answered wearily. "Just… this is your last chance. Don't mess it up."
Vlad's lips parted as he prepared to speak but he was cut off.
"No, Vlad. Just go we've got dead and wounded to sort out. Just leave."
In a small flurry of wind, Vlad was gone.
When Vlad returned from the slayer's guild wearing a scowl and dust littered the front of his jacket Ingrid guessed that Macey or whatever the girl's name was had been killed and probably by Vlad.
She plastered a bored expression on her face and snatched the edition of Fang! that had been lying on the table opposite the sofa.
"Are you ever going to stop sabotaging the treaty?" He growled as he dropped into one of the chairs round the table his head coming to rest on his arms. Ingrid briefly looked up from her magazine and raised a delicate, irritated eyebrow. Vlad apparently hadn't been listening to word she'd said to him.
"That depends…"
"On what?" The weariness in his voice failed to smother the aggression he obviously felt towards her.
"On whether you end it first." She smirked because the scowl that creased his face was positively delicious.
Another aged sigh escaped Vlad. "Why did I bother saving you from Jonno?" Ingrid felt a little angry at this rhetorical question; he was actually wondering what had made him save her?
"Phoney sentimentality perhaps?" Vlad's lips tightened fractionally.
"What is your problem?" He snarled bitterly his eyes flashing. Ingrid stood and placed her magazine back on the table.
Ingrid gave him a knowing smile. "It's not my problem, your problem is this." She poked him in the chest where his heart wasn't beating then without another word, she sped away.