Usually, I try not to use too much swear words, or darker themes, but I've made an exception just this once.


This was bad. Every door guarded by slayers. There was virtually no way out. He could always turn to smoke, or a bat and flee, but that would be snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. Draculas certainly didn't run away, well this generation of them anyway. The Count didn't really, well, count.

Vlad's mind was racing to get a plan in place. First, he'd tried to suppress his darker side. Granted, this was much harder than it sounded. He had to ingnore the fifty pulsating hearts that pumped slayer's blood around each of their bodies. There was obviously an asset of the attendees, but they weren't as appealing to him. Vlad's darker side was begging to be released from his control, but tried his best to take no notice of it.

He had calmed down from the initial shock of the slayer's appearance. He'd finally thought up a plan. First he would distract Jonathan, then Ingrid would sneek behind him. Ingrid would threaten to bite him if he didn't surrender. Because he wouldn't want to be bitten, the slayers would surrender, Vlad mind wiped the whole hall. They win basically. There was the possibility of the plan going terribly wrong in various ways, but he kept his hopes high. Now he just needed Ingrid to cooperate.


'Bite Jonathan Van Helsing? Vlad was getting better at this whole plan thing.' Ingrid thought. She agreed to go along with it, mainly because there was a possible outcome of a dead Jonathan. Ingrid did always love it when blood was spilt, especially slayer's blood. It was a perfect situation as well. She was starting to get a little hungry.

It did cross her mind that Vlad didn't really think up plans with the chance of someone getting hurt often. Vlad had never really condoned violence, but when Van Helsing tried to dust their father, oh how he'd lost it! He tore Mina limb from limb. Ingrid had never been prouder. Obviously Jonathan was heartbroken about his mother death. Breathers were always so easily depressed. Ingrid would never understand their way of thinking. Jonathan had then come to seek revenge, break the ceasefire and go on a killing spree. Ingrid was rather pleased with this outcome, because she now had the right to kill as many breathers as she wanted.

Ingrid was now in position. She looked over at Vlad who was clearly destroying Van Helsing, and wasn't even using his powers. Ingrid decided to let Vlad continue on with his taunting. She'd taught him well.


Vlad had totally humiliated Jonathan. Majority of what he said wasn't true, some things about taking drugs or over drinking. He did add the part about his father being loopy though. Luckily, this wouldn't be seen as insensitive, because Vlad 'didn't know' his father had died. Jonathan had gone silent. He was obviously embarrassed, but his face was filled with rage. Out of nowhere, he spoke up. What he said next, didn't only shock Vlad, but the entire hall, which had been listening to their very one sided 'argument'. "You're the reason my parents are dead!" He yelled. Vlad was surprisingly calm and responded "They're dead!? Hold on, how is it my fault?" although he did know that they were dead, and he did know how it was his fault. "Don't play dumb Dracula, you hypnotised my father and killed my mother!" The whole hall was staring at Vlad in silence. Whispers broke out between the crowd like "Did he murder his mum?" or "Surely someone wouldn't blame such a thing on another if they didn't do it!" Vlad then retaliated "The only reason I did it, was because you tried to dust my father!"

There was no longer any point in pretending. Vlad's eyes had turned into a shade of blood red, his extremely sharp fangs had lowered and thunder rumbled outside, followed by a flash of lightning. The whole hall started screaming and the Branaghs had fallen to the floor in agony. Their heads felt as if they were exploding. Vlad merely stood there as if nothing happened, glaring at Jonathan, fangs on full display. He was a vampire!

"Oh shut it!" Vlad yelled, his voice unnaturally deep. The whole hall quietened at his request. He could smell their fear. He drank in it, which made keeping his reflection from taking over his body immensely difficult task. "Now, either you leave without a fight," He took a break midsentence to let out a menacing cackle "or Ingrid will rip your throat apart." He continued to say in such a calm voice it was deadly.


'Ingrid?' thought Jonathan. Without warning, a hand had wrapped around his neck and was refusing to let go. 'Oh, Ingrid.' he thought. He'd escaped from situations like this many a time before. Usually, he just raised a stake to where he thought the vampire's heart was. If he were to do it to Ingrid, he'd have to do so without her or Vlad noticing. He slowly inched his hand to grab the stake that was positioned in his pocket. Whilst doing this Vlad declared that Ingrid would bite him in five minutes time if he didn't surrender. He had to act fast. Ingrid had now scrapped her fangs on his neck, letting a few droplets of his blood appear at the suface of his previously unscathed skin. He had only minutes to stake her.

He drew the stake out of his pocket, hiding it up his sleeve. Now was his chance! Vlad had turned around. He had a split second to dust Ingrid. He raised his arm, and drived it into what he thought was Ingrid's chest. Instead, it had been thin air. Lightning was crashing outside like never before, screaming filled the hall once more, and Jonathan was in extreme agony.


That bastard! First he'd tried to dust his father, and now his sister! Oh he wasn't getting away with it this time!

Vlad had turned around to see Jonathan, wielding a stake directed at Ingrid's heart. Using his telekinetic powers, Vlad had flung Jonathan into the air, allowing him to float there. His back cracked, and was now arched in a what looked like an extremely painful way. The hall broke out in screams as lightning flashed outside. Vlad loved the fear that was surrounding him, it made him feel powerful. Now Vlad understood why his father had desperately tried to take him counless times to torture chambers or executions after his 18th birthday. They would have been so much fun to witness.

Anger was now overriding Vlad's mind, allowing his reflection to break free from his control. 'Kill. Kill. Kill! KILL!' It chanted, and Vlad was going to do just that. He approached the limp slayer, who he'd now lowered, not enough that he touched the floor though. Ah yes, this would be fun. He started off by choking him, until the colour of his face was close to purple. Then he forced him to the ground with a large crash. By now he must've broken multiple bones, bruised his entire body and was nearing his quite imminent death. Vlad was so busy trying to knock every last breath out of Van Helsing's body, he failed to realise that Ingrid had been taken by the two men who'd earlier knocked Robin unconscious.


Ayy! Getting this out today cause I got carried away studying yesterday, even though I probably did very badly in the tests.

(I've also put this up on Wattpad if you prefer reading on that)

Please review if you can ~ Minty