Predetermined

Chapter 11 - Note

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Vlad saw the grenade falling; his reflexes were faster than Tom's. He honestly didn't think that Tom would let him live after taking Erin.

Vlad looked around the room trying to find a way to stop the grenade. He would never call it to him without it smashing, there were too many obstacles in its way it would smash the second it hit one of them.

Obstacles.

That gave him an idea.

Vlad flung his hand out and immediately the large table flew though the air, it landed table surface against the door with a bang at a forty-five degree angle, he was lucky the antique frame didn't break in half.

The smash of the grenade followed a millisecond later, releasing its deadly contents.

<p>He'd only just acted in time.

The angle of the table deflected the purple blast, towards the west and east walls and safely away from them. It acted as a shield. The UV light couldn't penetrate the mahogany of the table.

The vampires threw their hands over their eyes, turning away to shield themselves. The UV light could still blind them if they left them unprotected.

"VLAD!" He heard Erin's scream then a scuffle on the other side of the door. He knew they were trying to drag her away from the building as fast as they could.

He couldn't' do anything about it until the weapon had been completely depleted.

The rays seemed to expand and stretch on forever, this was more powerful than the one Ingrid had given her vampette to slay Vlad. Obviously the Guild had focused on enhancing this aspect of weaponry as well.

The second the UV light dissipated, Vlad acted.

He grabbed the table in his right hand and threw the table out of the way, with all of his strength.

It hit the south wall, amazingly it didn't break considering it forced the antique panelling covering the walls to cave inwards a significant distance. It just showed that there was nothing like a good quality table.

As soon as the doorway was unblocked he opened the door and raced off down the narrow corridor.

The Count looked at his favourite table, distraught at the state of it. It was a little wobbly now as the legs had loosened on the impact, a few large scratches were gouged into the surface but apart from that there was nothing else wrong with it. "Did he have to use this table?"

"Would you prefer to be dust?" Ingrid asked him angrily.

The Count shut up.

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Vlad had never sped so fast in his life. If he could fly outside he would have, he hated the fact he couldn't go out in the daylight.

The corridors seemed to stretch on forever. The floorboards cracked as he raced along them.

If his heart still beat he knew it would be racing. He felt sick at the thought of them taking Erin. He had to stop them.

A blonde head made him turn. "ERIN!" He yelled as he reached the first level of the foyer. Vlad's eyes were full of fear and heartbreak.

The Nobles stopped at looked up at him, Tom glance towards the door there were only a matter of feet from it, from the safety of the sunlight.

Erin glanced upwards, a smile covering her face as relief washed over her at seeing him safe. She should have known her dad would still try to slay Vlad, he was a slayer that's what he did.