This is a really short chapter but I hopefully will be able to update very quickly after because this is really just a filler.

*insert reviews beg*

This story will be around twenty chapters give or take and the sequel will probably be around 10 + and the plot will start to move forward from here on a lot more swiftly.

"Didn't you get the message when I threw Elizabetta into the lake?" Malik froze as he heard the Vladimir Dracula's lazy drawl. The vampire sighed. "But you can't take the hint…" He turned and met Vlad's smirk. The vampire slowly drew a varnished stake from his waistband. "How about I stab you with this and maybe you'll get the message…" Malik's felt the hairs on his neck curl; there was no way he could beat Vlad in a fight.

Knowing he was on very shaky ice Malik picked his next words carefully. "I'm just enjoying all the sights the city has to offer, all the tastes and whatnot," But he obviously didn't use those chosen words.

"I thought I told that if I saw you again I would kill you or did you just miss the fact that you lost?" The two vampires began to circle one another and Malik felt his old confidence return. This was Vladimir Dracula, he was a wimpire and for all the power he held he could easily be disarmed by a few well-chosen words.

"Maybe you did, I can't really remember," He smirked nastily. "I was too busy enjoying your half fang." He hit a nerve. The wind suddenly turned violent, thunder and lightning rattled the doors and windows of the old abandoned pub. Vlad's expression was positively livid, features clenched in a blank mask of rage but Malik knew the blow had cut deep. The Dracula heir had a temper that was just so easy to manipulate.

Vlad seemed to regain his temper though. "Well I guess I'll just have to tell you again," He glanced around his expression cool and relaxed, maybe he'd realised he was the stronger one there. "And speaking of Erin, I don't see her living in your simply delightful shack." Malik's jaw tightened fractionally; he wasn't about to tell Vlad that he and Erin had parted ways because of her crazy obsession with her sire. He'd left her when he realised that her whole existence circled hating and getting revenge on Vlad. He couldn't work out whether she was so in love with him that it drove her insane or hated him so much that her sanity deserted her.

He also felt a little offended of Vlad's comment about his current home. He hadn't been spoiled like that Dracula brat, he may have been of an old clan but he was worth about as much as a street fang in estate and so he behaved like one.

"I got bored," He shrugged. "She's a good fuck but she just got so boring," He pretended to think for a second. "I think the last time I saw her pasty face was when I left her with that slayer…" He hoped to see Vlad get angry or at least some change of emotion but the Chosen One had apparently gotten better at concealing his true feelings in Malik's absence.

"No reunion then? Oh well," The vampire's grip tightened on the stake. "I guess I'll just settle for killing you." He twirled it in his fingers calmly before sprinting at Malik. The pious vampire for once didn't attack back instead sprinted out into the dark rainy day.

Vlad slammed into the wall, not expecting the Malik to flee. Vlad flew out the door seconds later but his opponent was long gone. He growled and smashed his fist against the wall taking a good chunk out of the wood.

Ingrid smirked, as she regularly did, at the Count who was lounging on his throne with a recent issue of the vampire times, as he regularly did. She may not be able to vie for his attention but she knew well enough how to manipulate him.

She slunk over to where he was sat comfortably and whispered the magic words in his ear. "Vlad let a slayer escape after the treaty was ended." Her silky murmurs had the desired effect as the Count bolted upright; she was fairly sure had he been a human his face would've been purple with rage. "VLADIMIR!" He yelled and the weather mimicked his rage, thunder crashed outside and the shutters on the windows rattled against the gale-force winds.

The corners of Ingrid's lips curled up in amusement. "He's not here; he went out somewhere last night." Knowing her brother he was probably grovelling to the slayers and begging for forgiveness.

The Count seemed to rein his anger in and turned to Ingrid. "Go and find him then!" He flapped his hand back and forth. "Pip pip!"

Ingrid scowled. "I'm not looking for him for you! I just thought I'd remind you of the son you failed to raise." The Count returned a glare just as withering as hers.

"You, are a girl." He pointed to her. "Do as you're told." Ingrid's creased brow became far more pronounced and she gave a huff before flouncing out of the room.

The Count glanced after her before giving an irritated sigh. "Girls,"

Considering the end of season four how do you think Ingrid and the Count's relationship will be in season five?