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Jonno pulled into yet another car park of yet another abandoned old warehouse. It seemed to have become a regular occurrence. He'd been given the address by Colonel Williams dubbed as where it would all go down and this was the first chance he'd had to see what progress had been made.

He slowly entered through the doors and immediately there was a stake resting on his chest. A slayer looked at him with an unreadable expression.

"Password," The slayer grunted. Jonno shifted slightly and the slayer pressed his stake in harder. "Now."

"Argentalium Bones," Jonno responded, slightly angry and he was released. The slayer returned to whatever dark corner he'd been hiding in and Jonno continued into the facility. Despite the abandoned appearance of the building the core was thriving with activity. Construction on the machine had already begun and Jonno realised that this had been being planned for a while and he was fairly sure they would've made this even if he'd not joined them.

Huge boxes and crates loaded with argentalium had been stacked in the corners of the room and catches were being fixed to the wall, catches that chains would presumably be attached to. Then heard someone call his name.

"Jonno!" Williams strolled towards him wearing a toothless smile. Jonno gave a grimace in return and continued to watch the other slayers flock around. "So how do you like it so far?"

The Van Helsing studied the beginnings of the machine. There was a pool of what presumably was garlic juice and various cables, tubes and wires attached to it. "I don't know what I'm looking at quite yet." Jonno said his eyes fixed on the large needles being placed on a table.

The Colonel wrapped what was supposed to be a comforting arm around Jonno's shoulder and the slayer gave an undetectable shiver. "You will soon Jonno, when we capture the vampire and bring him into our custody you'll see exactly what this will do."

Jonno felt slightly uncomfortable at the callous smile on the Colonel's face.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, but Jonno knew he was already in too deep.

Her heels clicked on the paved steps of the courtyard and she smiled nastily at the building. It was so small. She gave a miniscule chuckle, how could she ever been intimated by this wreck? It was barely stable and she saw that a small second of the roof had fallen in. It looked like it was the room she'd slept in.

Her jade eyes glittered with malice and her smile morphed to a scowl as memories washed over her. The whiny human Erin gave a sad moan and Erin squished the human in a jewelled fist. She gave an indifferent shrug and pulled a blade from her leather bodice.

She gave a pained gasp as she drew the knife along her flesh, tearing at her clothes allowing dark blood to spill in rivets. She scrubbed at her makeup smearing black mascara around her eyes and finally tightening her grip on the knife she began to carve.

Vlad was wandering aimlessly round the school to escape his horrible family when he heard her hammer on the door. He quickly span around and headed back to the lobby where he opened the doors and a soaking Erin fell into his arms.

For a second he froze, just staring at the bloody, wet, shaking girl muttering in his arms. Then his brain remembered who it was in his arms and he shoved her away from him.

"Erin," He growled and his heart burned. He used to use her name in a soft longing voice, now he was hissing it like an angry cat. The vampire gasped and panted turning her pale green eyes on him. There were tears welling there. He forced himself to ignore the side of him screaming to embrace her. "What in Satan's name are you doing here?" She flinched at his harsh tone.

"Slayers," She wheezed making a sound that resembled a dying animal. "They caught me as I was passing through and…" She shivered. Vlad stood taller and crossed his arms.

"No. I don't mean what excuse you have," He glared at her and she bit her lip glancing at the floor sadly. "I mean, why are you really here?"

She dropped into the chair by the door. "No excuse…" Her voice was hoarse and dry, like she hadn't eaten in a while. "There no one else… and…" She lifted her top and Vlad felt his stomach turn at the bloody, torn flesh.

Vlad snapped his fingers and the door slammed closed.

Erin's eyes immediately sought his and he was reminded of how much he'd missed her but he couldn't trust her. Her eyes were filled with warmth that couldn't possibly be there, emerald sparkling with compassion that he saw get wiped clean.

The emerald went glassy and she toppled over with soft murmur. "Help me…"

Vlad had just enough time to catch her in his arms and stare at the blonde that was the reason for all his misery.

Erin could've smiled but she was too busy trying not to grimace from the pain; to trick them she had to make it look real even if her losing consciousness wasn't. She hadn't meant to stab the knife so deep but the anticipation of what was to come had distracted her and she'd really done a number on her side.

Vlad carried her upstairs and she could feel his tension in the stiffness of his arms. They were tight clenched around her and if she were a breather she'd probably have lost feeling in her limbs.

She remembered him carrying her once before, barely but the memory flickered in her mind. She remembered her heart burning, fire striking at a number of points above her heart and his icy flesh being an ice cube in a sea of fire. He didn't feel cold anymore; as she didn't have a body temperature he was warm, absorbing the heat from the school while she was still cold from the rain dripping from her ruined flesh.

She was surprised when they didn't go into the throne room to parade her to his father but he continued down the hall to where her room and Vlad's room were. Suddenly they halted and she heard a familiar laugh.

Ingrid's eyes fixed on the still bundle in her brother's arms and cackled. The blond looked like she was out for the count. "So did you knock her out or did she come like that?"

Vlad shifted his burden and pursed his lips. "She came in and fainted."

"So you thought you'd just bring her in and let her make herself at home?" The eldest Dracula gave a small smirk. "In your arms I might add."

Vlad scowled. "She's not making herself at home, once she's healed then she'll be out of here." He moved past Ingrid towards his room, as his shoulders were levelled with Ingrid's he murmured "I haven't forgotten what she did."

Ingrid glanced at him. "I think you have."

The two Dracula's parted and Vlad entered his room gracefully laying Erin on his sofa, by this point she was actually unconscious. He watched her sleep and his eyes traced the lines on her face. She didn't look peaceful. Her features were clenched in an expression of concern that he hadn't seen on her since Ryan's demise. He wondered who she was dreaming about. Slowly he trailed a finger along one of her blonde locks and stroked her hair.

She flinched. Vlad pulled his hand away at the sudden movement and went to find the unconscious vampiress some blood.

So people: give me your opinions on Erin! Does she suck eggs? Do you find her sassy and sexy as a vampire or are you a hard-core VladErin shipper?

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