Title: Argentalium Bones

Author: HyaHya

Rating: T

Genres: Angst, supernatural and drama

Warnings: Perhaps a bit of goriness.

Synopsis: A series of well-aimed blows sends the treaty into a downward spiral and when the slayers find a way to cripple Vlad forever peace becomes a lost dream. Can Vlad repair the broken links before it's too late or will all be lost?

Disclaimer: This is Fanfiction, if I owned Young Dracula this would be happening in the show :D.

A/N: Soo…. Squeaky clean…. Uh um…. I…. removed it. It wasn't working for me, I realised all my plots were way too similar so I wrote this instead and it will take SC's place.

This is a story that has been festering in my mind for too long and I am really excited about it. :D

I've noticed a lot of my stories are similar but this is going to be quite a change, for once I might actually do it well. :)

Welcome to Argentalium Bones.

Ingrid was going to upset Vlad, in a big way. She was going to push him further than ever before but she was hoping that the strange misguided hope and faith he had in her would protect her from the impending doom she was about to dive head first into. She looked across the room her face set in a bored expression to the leather clad slayer turning the pages on a faded newspaper.

Mina's face was curled in a deep set frown and her eyes flicked around the room, to the door, onto Ingrid, onto the varnished stake with the guild insignia strapped to her waist and back to the newspaper. For the next ten minutes Ingrid analysed the slayer Mina completed this manoeuvre with her eyes a number of four hundred and fifty two times before Ingrid finally broke the agonisingly dull silence.

"This is a nice apartment…" Ingrid declared and the slayer looked up from her newspaper rather surprised at the manners Ingrid was showing. "For a slayer." Mina let out a sigh at the hiss and turned back to her paper. Ingrid glanced around the lavishly furnished room. They were sat in Jonno and Mina's fancy apartment. A blue painted room with brownish leather chairs and a large beige carpet in the centre of the room. Pity, Ingrid though, it was going to get badly stained. She looked at the slayer again; Mina's eyes were doing her little circuit again. Ingrid's lips rose into a half smirk.

"So are you taking garlic pills like the other slayers?" Mina sat up and regarded Ingrid coldly.

"You know there's a rule against taking garlic pills, unlike vampires, we follow rules." The slayer hissed in a very vampire-like manner. Ingrid threw her head back and laughed.

"You seem to think we're stupid!" She grinned at the slayer showing a row of perfect snowy teeth. "Let's face it. All the slayers still take pills unless Vlad is giving a presentation, or," Mina was staring a hole in the wall Ingrid noted as she smirked at the slayer. "They just take odourless ones."

Ingrid was enjoying the guilty look on Mina's face all too much. "So which do you do?" Mina scowled at her and Ingrid smiled innocently back.

"Neither." The slayer answered shortly. "Vlad's like a bloodhound, he can smell garlic from a mile away," She sighed. "Even the odourless ones." She glared at Ingrid again. "So no, I do neither."

Ingrid gave her a smile that was almost sympathetic, almost. "Well that's a pity…" Mina looked at Ingrid her expression suddenly guarded.

"Why?" A delighted leer snaked across Ingrid's face as she heard the undercurrents of worry in the slayer's question.

"If you had taken garlic pills then I would've carved every inch of flesh from your bones with that." With a friendly smile Ingrid nodded at the carving knife sat happily in its holder. "But now I can drain it from you!" She bared her fangs and leapt forwards her teeth tearing through the slayer's flesh like it was butter. She took as mouthful of blood and gagged.

She spat out the garlic contaminated blood. On Mina's face. Ingrid let out a disgusted snarl. "Liar!" She raised a hand as the slayer clutching a bleeding neck sprinted for the door. A bookshelf flew across the room to block it as Ingrid snatched a carving knife from its wooden container. Ingrid gave a gruesome grin as blood dripped down her chin and she approached the slayer yanking at the bookshelf. Most of the books were now lying on the floor but an unseen force kept the wooden shell in place.

Realising she had no option but to fight Mina turned drawing the gleaming wood from her belt.

"I am going to enjoy this way, too, much." Ingrid cackled with a practically evil smirk, this was going to so be personally gratifying.

The slayer's face and was white and drawn as they circled each other, in fact Mina was so pale that Ingrid wondered if the slayer was actually turning; but she wouldn't be because Ingrid had missed the vein sadly.

They continued to move round each other clockwise sizing each other up. Ingrid's eyes glowed crimson as they lingered on the blood trickling down Mina's collar.

"That looks like it hurts, maybe you should sit down." Ingrid's voice was melodic and hypnotic as her eyes shone gold. The slayer put a hand to head swaying slightly and Ingrid launched herself into the slayer.

She hit Mina straight in the chest and they both went crashing into the floor, Mina winced as her back was pressed down on and a book dug into her spine.

Ingrid raised the knife her above her head her eyes shining with a malevolent delight.

She plunged the knife down once. Blood escaped from the fatal wound. She stabbed downwards again and again and again.

After Ingrid had got bored of slicing Mina to pieces she went and had a shower to wash off all the blood that had gone everywhere. She couldn't fix their lounge and really she didn't care about how she'd permanently stained the beige rug she just needed to wash the blood out her hair before it went all dried and sticky.

She was apparently just in time with drying her hair as not thirty seconds after she'd finished and sat on the sofa Jonno and Vlad walked in looking a little frustrated.

Vlad realised Ingrid had done something crazy and/or stupid the second he walked in. The scent of blood fermented the air and his enhanced eyesight picked up things he didn't want to see, like the faint drops of red on the blue floor, the lack of beige carpet and Mina's stake discarded on the other side of the room. Evidently Jonno hadn't noticed any of the things that were making feeling this sense of foreboding. His eyes locked with Ingrid's.

Ingrid, what did you do? His voice echoed in her head threateningly. She winked at him as Jonno asked her a question.

"Where's mum?" Jonno frowned at Ingrid and she grinned back at the slayer. It set Vlad's teeth on edge.

"Oh, she's in the bathroom." Jonno nodded happy with Ingrid's answer and went over to the fridge. He let out a strangled cry when he opened the door.

Vlad instantly zoned in on Jonno's blanched face and he looked in the fridge. The smell told him exactly what he was going to see.

It was a heart, a human heart. Vlad and Jonno spun round to face Ingrid. "What did you do?!" Vlad snarled at the same time as Jonno said. "Where's my mum?!"

"Like I said, she's in the bathroom." Jonno sprinted away and Vlad stared at Ingrid.

"What have you done?" Vlad opened his mouth again to reprimand his sister when he heard Jonno scream.

"MUM!" At the hoarse yell Vlad sped to wear Jonno stood ashen faced looking into the small room.

It was Mina, no wonder Jonno looked like he was going to vomit.

There was a fairly obvious cause of death, the big gaping hole where the slayers heart should've been

"INGRID!" Vlad roared and he heard a laugh from the living room. Jonno drew his stake and ran to the source.

Vlad stood in between Jonno and Ingrid, the slayer in question had his stake raised and was breathing heavily, his eyes were also a little red; Vlad was fairly sure that the only reason Jonno wasn't crying was because they were there.

"Vlad, she broke the treaty!" Jonno growled straining against Vlad's outstretched palm. "The punishment is staking!"

He looked at Ingrid and she ignored his gaze continuing to glare at Jonno. Vlad's stomach turned, could he honestly order the execution of his own sister? Of course not.

He snapped his fingers and Jonno froze. Cautiously Ingrid pulled out of her combat stance and regarded Vlad coldly. He scowled at her.

"Go back to Garside; I'll deal with you later." It was not a discussion.

Ingrid vanished a split second later. Vlad turned back to Jonno with a slight wince and twinge of guilt at what he was about to do.

Vlad returned to Garside shortly after her with a concerned scowl. She wondered what he'd done to placate Jonno; she doubted he was going to be pleased with her.

"Ingrid." She turned away from the dying candle she'd be watching at his call. He didn't look happy. "You killed Mina and cut out her internal organs…" Vlad said flatly and Ingrid felt a burst of pride at her accomplishment as it had rendered Vlad speechless. "Why?" He demanded shocked.

Ingrid scowled; he should know why. "Because she was going to kill us!" Ingrid yelled at Vlad who looked slightly surprised by this outburst. "Treaty or no treaty she was going to be the one to stick a stake in the Dracula family!" Vlad opened his mouth to speak but Ingrid started speaking first.

"Face it! You know she was so caught up in Van Helstink's death and wants revenge! She wasn't going to stop until we were all dead! So I stopped her first." Vlad blinked.

His expression turned almost pained and he sighed. "Whatever twisted reason you did it for it doesn't matter, just please don't let Jonno ever know you're still alive."

He walked away and the candle Ingrid had been watching fizzled into darkness turning the hallway they'd been standing in to pitch black.

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