So tiny adjustment to the title, this is because the sequel (which will definitely happen) is called: My Unbeating Heart.
Also I changed the summary but I'm not sure if it's quite as good as the old one but you guys can tell me in the reviews yes?
Thanks Charchisto and Aurora BoreAlice – you two are lovely! :D
Though Jonno had ended the treaty many, many times somehow it was him that felt defeated as he returned to the Guild and approached the council with a heavy heart.
"It's over." Williams gave Jonno a knowing smile.
He handed the last Van Helsing a sheet of paper which Jonno frowned at, whatever it was planned on there was so complex he couldn't discern what it could possibly be used for. "I did tell you that Dracula would betray us." Jonno looked down thinking guiltily about his involvement in that. "This," Jonno looked up and met the Colonel's eyes; they looked surprisingly similar to Ingrid's pale irises – they held no regrets. "Is how we will disable the vampires; we take their leader."
Jonno frowned. "I don't quite understand what this will do and it's a rather large machine for just one vampire." It was something that could do a lot of damage to a vampire but Jonno had no idea how or why it had to be so big.
"The Chosen One is no ordinary vampire." Williams smiled white incisor's gleaming as his wrinkly lips parted. "If we get Vladimir with this machine – he'll break the vampires himself."
Ingrid really disliked Vlad's bedroom; it was unnatural! There was first a metal coffin, which was just weird and then a sofa he slept on more than his actual bed and… she was currently lying on it. She sat up immediately.
Bad idea.
Pain exploded to the left of her heart and she gasped alerting her brother to her plight. She scowled at his weirdness. A normal vampire would have heard her pain and smiled, they would've tried to cause more but no, not Vlad. His Dracula features transformed his face into the most sympathetic person in the world and he pressed a blood bag, that he got from Satan knows where, into her pale shaking fingers.
"Drink," He murmured his azure eyes gleaming with worry, for someone who'd once sent her spiralling out into daylight he was too sincere for her to respect him, his sapphire irises held none of the coldness they'd briefly housed and it made her sick to see the light flickering deep inside his sapphire irises.
She snatched the crimson bag away from him, silently noting to find out where he got it and why he had it before tearing through the soft membrane of the bag like it was butter. A spicy O positive filled her mouth and she let out a content sigh. The agony near her heart faded as heat ran through her frozen veins. When she'd drained the bag she checked her injury – it wasn't entirely healed but the flesh had knitted together in the deeper areas of the cut, it would be completely gone within a week.
She raised an eyebrow at her brother who frowned at her sudden happiness. "Is the slayer dead?"
"What?" Vlad hadn't thought about Jonno since he'd told him to go and ended the… ah… He'd let his temper get ahead of him and said some things he was beginning to regret… "No, I didn't kill Jonno."
His sister was suddenly filled with rage. "Are you defective or something?!" She growled all of her previous calm evaporating. "If you don't kill a slayer he just comes back!"
Vlad didn't respond and Ingrid laughed nastily.
"Why you are the Chosen One I will never understand, it's like your head is stuffed with garlic!" She gave his forehead a push and flounced out of his room in an irritated manner.
The Chosen One gave her retreating figure a sad look before he plucked the bloodbag from where Ingrid had simply discarded it on the floor. His eyes lingered on the red liquid as he allowed the bag to burst into flames as he tightly held the crushed plastic.
The Count was extremely happy to find himself, once again, in the delightful Ms McCauley's office. The teacher didn't seem to share his pleasure though. She was frowning at him, her dark eyebrows linked at the bridge of her nose in concern.
"How's Vlad been behaving since he had the session with Adele?" The Prince of Darkness considered her question, he wasn't particularly happy with this line of conversation but as the head teacher had told him that it would help his son sort out his issues, like his problem with eating. He thought about Vlad's behaviour: miserable, broody and generally all round grumpy.
"His behaviour hasn't altered in the slightest." He hoped that honesty would get the subject changing faster. It did nothing at all.
"Has he spoken to you at all about it?" This was not where he wanted the subject to go. Not at all.
"No, Vladimir has not mentioned anything regarding his… session," Ms McCauley's lips thinned to an unhappy red line and the Count desired a change in subject. "But, enough about Vladimir, how are you feeling?"
Alex McCauley looked at Vlad's father with a searching expression; she was beginning to realise that the majority of Vlad's, and Ingrid's issues sprung from the horribly oblivious man in front of her.
The cold air and darkness of the streets was a comfort to Vlad. It stroked at his icy skin and provided a sense of clarity that allowed Vlad to coordinate his thoughts. Like how flapping stupid he'd been losing his temper. While Bertrand had been alive he'd constantly reprimanded Vlad's quick temper explaining that the anger would allow power diggers to get an edge on him, this had only fuelled the fire further. He was starting to agree with the dead vampire, especially considering that was the whole reason Bertrand was dead. The treaty had been all he'd been trying for and he'd only just salvaged it from the rubble Ingrid had crushed it with – then he had to go and ruin it in one lapse of judgement and coherent thought. Well done Vlad, he sulked looking for all intents and purposes like the rebellious teenager he was supposed to be.
Promptly, he heard the shuffle of feet and glanced around sharply, all his deep regrets buried once again. He was clearing the streets of vampires; he knew it was vampirecide but as he was passive to humans he required an outlet for his naturally violent nature. The source of the noise came from an alley jutting south off the one he was currently patrolling.
As silent as a panther and a fair sight more deadly Vlad swiftly reached the mouth of the passage. He heard moans and as his vision quickly adjusted to the lack of moonlight he saw a pair of fangs raking the neck of an unlucky victim.
He made short work of the vampire, simply snapping his fingers and watching the solid dissipate so ash. Then he was forced to casualty of the vampire. She was a perky looking blond that was babbling relieved thank you's and clutching her neck tightly.
Crimson still spilled through her pale fingers and Vlad brushed off the natural pang of hunger. He had to work out what to do about her. It was obvious she would turn as the bite had been far from shallow.
Still ignoring the woman's machine-gun fire speech he slowly lifted the woman's palm from her injured neck. She watched in confusion and wonder as he examined the wound.
Skin had been ripped open leaving red and raw flesh underneath, it seemed the vampire's fangs had reached the vein before he'd departed from the unliving. Blood continued to poor from the cavity and Vlad winced as he saw the layer of muscle that had been ripped to shreds. It was rather shocking really that the woman was still standing, only adrenaline and the vampire virus in her veins was keeping her from following the vampire's extremely dead state.
Vlad bit his lip ignoring as she started chattering away once again, this time her speech taking a far more serious note. It was all too easy to block it all out as he tightened his grip around her bloody throat.
"I'm really sorry," He murmured softly and shut his eyes tightly as her spine cracked under his fingers. He let the body drop to the floor and stumbled back numbly. He knew it was better than letting her become a vampire and follow in her killers footsteps but…
He'd killed a person.
The only other person he'd killed was Erin. That's why he of all people knew that he couldn't let her turn.
He took several unnecessary and non-calming breaths and threw himself into patrolling for the majority of the night.
I worry things got very OOC towards the end… You guys mind giving me an honest opinion and some pointers?
And on that note here's an interesting question that has just hit me.
Think Vlad would kill a human in canon? I don't think Erin counts as he wasn't intending for things to go the way they did.
Tell me what you think in a review!