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This chapter is ew. I am very unhappy with it.
The character of Sita is homage to the Last Vampire (AKA Thirst) series by Christopher Pike.
Sita was a monster and she loved it. She had lived for a thousand years and she had gorged herself on blood throughout. Humans were little more than meals to her and the last time a pure emotion had filled her lifeless heart was the night she turned. She had come to Lancashire for the Chosen One, she desired a strong partner at her side and she had heard that he was an attractive young thing unlike those who desired to court her in her home country.
Unfortunately she had not come across him yet.
No one knew the exact location of the Dracula's and she had found lingers of a vampire as powerful as he was rumoured to be.
So now she was whoring herself bars in search of her intended mate. This night however, she did have the patience to display herself in hopes of luring the Chosen One. She simply snatched a patron from the bar and took him into the alleyway where she would end his life.
He shook as her fangs descended and begged, "I-I don't want to die."
She smiled a curving of crimson lips that was without feeling. "Then you should never have been born."
Her teeth ripped through his jugular and suddenly sweet, sweet blood flowed into her mouth.
Then she exploded into dust. Her quarry dropped to the floor, already exsanguinated.
Jonathan Van Helsing tightened his grip on his stake and breathed a sigh of relief.
"The Council are coming?" Ingrid slowly watched as Vlad's face lost the entire colour it had gained in the previous week. She felt annoyed. Not because the council were coming however but because her stupid brother was in no shape to obliterate slayers and, judging from what they'd recently been told, would not be capable of doing that ever again. Not that he'd want to – dumb breather lover. She scowled; she had not spent the last week butt kissing so he could fail her.
"They've gotten wind of the fact the every vampire within a hundred miles is no longer undead but simply dead!" Her father looked just as vexed as she felt and for once she understood his anger – in his attempt to be more human her brother was letting vampires die. Vlad had an unfocussed glaze in his eyes.
It enraged her.
She snatched her brother by the cheeks. His face condensed into a droopy fish-face between her nails.
She hissed in his face. "You are the Chosen One! Your race is dying and you're sitting around waiting for it to solve itself!" She roughly shoved him, forgetting that at this point in time she was stronger than him.
He toppled out of the chair backwards and didn't move. Her father scowled at him. "Now look what you did!" Her brother was absolutely out cold. Ingrid huffed and stormed out of the room.
Now what was she meant to do? She'd intended to manipulate Vlad into utterly destroying the slayers but it seemed he couldn't and even if he could he wouldn't. He was not fit for the task she wanted him for. He was useless but he was the chosen One.
A thought crossed her mind and Ingrid abruptly stopped midstride. She glanced back into the room she'd left where the Count was struggling to put an unconscious Vlad back in his chair.
She could take him out of the game now. She could not give him a chance to mess everything up again and she was not letting Erin's comment of waiting too long come to pass.
She would destroy Vlad this very second.
They hid in the shadows when the sun rose but under the cover of night; they didn't know how to hide. Slayers stalked their territories with new weapons and a determination they'd never experienced before – humans who'd barely been a concern had become the bane of their existence.
Nakshatra was hidden with seven half fangs, and he did not feel safe. When they'd realised that the slayers were going all out on vampires he'd scarpered like the rest of his clan. They were all dead. His sister Sita's death had been their only warning and then they were being hunted like animals. He however, was not a half fang. He'd gotten word that the slayers were going after the powerful vampires first so he had disguised himself within a cluster of half fangs. He hoped they had not realised who he was or that slayers had no method of discovering strong vampires.
They were hidden in a dank sewage tunnel with one entrance only, this also meant they had only one escape – something Nakshatra had protested against but also had been shot down about. He desired to show these half fangs, mere more than humans, the strength he possessed however, his self-preservation was stronger than his pride and he allowed them to back them into a corner.
It had not paid off. They quickly heard the thundering of heavy combat boots and a UV rifle was slotted through a gap in a wall.
It fired with a thunder-esque crack and all leapt to the floor. A female half fang, by the name of Eva shrieked.
"TAKE HIM! YOU CAN TAKE THE CLAN LEADER!"
His heart starting beating when he registered her words. She'd known?
His eyes snapped to hers, glowing red in response to his anger. She shivered but did not back down.
There was discussion from the group outside. "Send him out and we'll spare you!"
That was enough for the half fangs, they snatched him by the arms – even his strength was not enough for half a dozen vampires – and hurled him out into the large cluster of slayers. Instantly a stake was pressed to his chest.
He smiled at the slayers around him; he would not give them the satisfaction of his weakness. A slayer bared his teeth in response before removing a purple flashing sphere and hurling it into the half fang's hideout.
Nakshatra heard eight vampires simultaneously scream and explode into ash.
Then the stake pierced his skin and he followed them into inexistence.
Ingrid had a stake. And she had a target.
Her brother lay asleep on the throne room sofa, hand resting awkwardly in the wheel chair. Her father was distracted; a quick tip to Renfield that Miss McCauley wanted him to ransack her office for cockroaches. Vlad was all alone.
She approached him slowly deciding how best to stab him. She had suddenly realised how unbelievably long she'd been waiting for the moment where Vlad would die.
His eyes were closed and Ingrid was pleased to realise she didn't care that he looked completely innocent in rest. It revolted her more than anything.
She raised the stake above her head, teeth extending in excitement as she prepared to plunge the stake into her brother's chest.