Being dragged away by two men, twice the size of you, when you weren't expecting it, wasn't one of the more pleasurable things to experience. It had took Ingrid by surprise when she was literally, swept off her feet by the men, and carried to the middle of the floor. She was struggling against them, but everything she tried was ineffective. The alcohol she'd previously consumed had a large effect on her powers and her ability to control them.
As she was fang cuffed to a chair, breather after breather were pushing past her, in attempt to run away from the chaos Vlad was causing. She was pleased to see that her brother was on the verge of draining the slayer, which was now a rather disturbing version of Van Helsing, dry. She would have urged him to go on, if a stake wasn't directed at her heart for the second time this evening. She spoke to him telepathically, begging, well telling him rather sternly, to prioritise her instead of Jonathan. Let's face it! The guy wasn't going anywhere.
"Vlad! A little help here?!" Ingrid's voice echoed decidedly in his mind. 'For the love of Hades! What did she want now? Ahh..' Ingrid was being held captive by two slayers, one of them pointing a stake at her heart. Vlad was quick to flit from Jonathan that was on the brink of death, to Ingrid who seemed to be doing a bit better.
As Vlad neared his sister, the slayers beside her were obviously overwhelmed with fear and doing a terrible job at hiding it. They directed their stake at him with their trembling arms and attempted to bargain with him, saying that they'd only let Ingrid go if he were to take her place. Vlad found this boring, and proudly displayed a very disinterested expression on his face. He proceeded to click his fingers, and both the slayers dropped dead then and there. This obviously caused another outbreak of screams from the surrounding breathers. Typical.
Robin woke up feeling extremely woozy. He looked around from his slouched position on the floor see pandemonium. The hall was now filled with screaming people. Each and everyone of them looked traumatised. Robin sat up and looked over to the middle of the floor where he saw Vlad, looking rather bored as he was supposedly listening to the guys who'd punched Robin. Then he clicked his fingers to cause the men beside him to fall. Robin couldn't make out much more than that. His eyesight had also gone haywire, making him see stars and sparkles surrounding pretty much anything he saw.
It was then he realised the terrible pain that was lodged in his jaw. He touched the place where it hurt the most, and was suprised to find blood on his hands. In a moment of excitement, he felt his neak, searching for the classic vampire bite he had longed to posses for years on end. Sadly, he was unable to discover any sigh of two punctures in his neck. Feeling slightly disappointed, he got up and went to sit on the table Jonathan had been standing on.
Hold on. Jonathan! Where was he? Robin craned his neck in attempt to spot the guy. He scanned the crowd but was unable to see him. Being unsuccessful, he went back to his hunched sitting position on the table. Behind him he could hear some noise. It sounded like the sound affects zombies made in the films. Intrigued, Robin turned around, and was shocked to see Jonathan lying there. He wasn't bleeding, but his whole body was bruised and he could tell that he had multiple bones that were broken.
Robin's mother had brought up her son in a very moral way, so Jonathan was lucky. He got down from the table ans stumbled towards the sprawled body behind him. Robin crouched beside him, not actually sure how to help. He said "Mate! Are you ok?" even though Robin knew he wasn't. "Robin?.." moaned Jonathan. He was clearly in a lot of pain. "What the hell happened to you?" asked Robin. Even if he and Jonathan hadn't actually been 'real friends' he'd still help him. "You really want to help me? But I left you alone. I let my men hurt you. Why?" Asked Jonathan. "We can worry about that later. Now what happened?" Robin said. "Well, I was going to stake Ingrid but Vlad saw me. I don't remember much after that, but I remember being flung in the air by Vlad. He brought me down eventually, then started to choke me." Jonno explained.
Robin was in complete shock. The idea of Vlad being so vicious and cruel made Robin question if his friends' morals. Vlad had always been so kind. It was now hard to even imagine the young boy who'd do anything to avoid anything vampiric. Mainly because the same boy was stalking towards him with an enraged look on his face.
Vlad had hidden the men's two bodies under the bar. He'd returned to break Ingrid free from her fang cuffs which was easy for him, even though they were made of argentilium. He wouldn't tell Ingrid that though as he pretended to struggle in the process of breaking them.
He planned to help Robin next, but couldn't because he'd gone. He looked around and saw him with Van Helsing. The little traitor! How dare he even think of helping him!! He staked towards the two, livid. This was indicated by his red eyes and once again, lowered fangs. His darker side had dominated his body, and there was no telling what he'd do.
He arrived by their side, but was shocked to find himself feeling guilty at the sight of the slayer. He stood there, just looking at what he'd done to him. His limbs were deformed, his body was limp and hi didn't make any sound. Vlad was aware that Jonathan did have the full intention of killing him when he arrived, but he hadn't actually hurt anyone himself. As for Vlad, he'd killed two men, and had come near killing three. His eyes had returned to their usual blue, and were now full if remorse. He bent down and apologised, which was in the slayers mind, uncharacteristic. He'd caused Jonathan enough harm as it was, he didn't need o add anymore.
Ingrid was now looking at her brother apologise to a slayer. Could anyone get more pathetic? She flitted to stand by Vlad and told him very sternly that they should get out of here whilst they could. They didn't need anymore near death situations to be thrown at them. Vlad agreed but whispered to Robin something about waiting outside.
Vlad's eyes started to glow a rather hypnotising shade of yellow, although there were sparks of blue flickering inside tham. He started to float, causing everyone except for Robin, who was running out the doors, to stare at him. He spoke close to the same words he had spoken when he'd first put on the crown of power in Stokely Castle. "All mortals, you shall leave this place tonight, and remember nothing of vampires. We do not exist. As for the slayers, return to the guild as if no mission had been attempted." Vlad's hand let out a white lightning bolt, directed at the crowd of breathers that had previously tried to escape. Unlike the time he'd worn the crown of power, he descended to the floor quite gracefully. Vlad was obviously chuffed with his work, because a wide grin had been plastered on his face.
The siblings then exchanged looks, thinking the exact same thing. Robin.
Quick update on me, my school has closed for obvious reasons, so expect this fic to be finished quite soon! Hope you'll stay safe aswell.
I do feel like my writing is a bit all over the place at the moment, but it's probably cause I have millions of ideas for fics on my mind. Sorry if it isn't up to standard.
The next few chapters will be the last, just so you know :)
Please review if you can ~Minty
