Still don't own!

Having a bad night so this will likely be darker than usual... even for me.

No self harm or suicide triggers or anything though.

Set around the start of season 3.

-YD-

Ingrid was sick of being second best, and the desire for revenge still burned inside her when she thought of Will getting dusted. Those desires had to be put on the back burner while she recovered from her blood allergy/infection issue. As she grew stronger, Ingrid plotted. The Count was too obvious a target, he'd be expecting it. The half fang was too easy, it'd be over in the blink of an eye. Ingrid wanted a slow burn, a true solid blow that she could revel in the build up to and then relish in the result. This left Vlad. He'd be hesitant, slow progress and all the more glorious when he fell.

It helped that she knew she had a head start, Vlad could pretend all he liked that he was good and pure but she'd seen him slip more than once. The corruption would all be part of the fun and games, secrets and darkness that fed the blackest part of Ingrid's soul. She would have to be subtle, carry the plan off flawlessly to avoid scaring him off and losing the game. Now was the ideal time to strike, he'd be the tiniest bit more susceptible to seeing her behaviour improve after he'd saved her from the slayers. The fire in his voice when he'd defended her was intoxicating, the casual show of his 'chosen one' powers almost sensual. If Vlad fell, the whole world would tremble. And that was what Ingrid wanted, what she craved.

There was so much to be gained, and Ingrid had very little to lose anymore. Now would be the start, though the steps would be tiny. Remembering not to look too devastatingly gorgeous, difficult as it was, Ingrid sought out her little brother. He was in his room meditating, rising with a suspicious eye as he saw her. "What's up Ingrid?" Clinging to the taste of victory she'd have, Ingrid tried to make her smile genuine and supplicant. He froze as her arms wrapped around him, mumbling that Ingrid didn't 'do' hugs. He wasn't wrong, but this was all part of it. "I just wanted to say thank you for saving me. I know I haven't been good to you, but I hope that can change." Vlad's arms returned the embrace hesitantly, muttering "You're welcome" and the flickers of confusion in his eyes when they pulled apart were enough for now. Smiling at him again, Ingrid retreated. Too much and he'd suspect her, not enough and it would fail.

The next day had no steps in, if she rushed it wouldn't burn slow enough to sink in. The following day was simple too, smiling at Vlad gently whenever he entered a room she was in and by the end of the day, he was returning them almost shyly, like he'd forgotten how to even interact with her. This continued for the better part of a week, no words but now they smiled in passing almost every time they saw each other. Ingrid remembered to still appear slightly weakened, even if her infection was cleared up by now. It helped if everyone underestimated her. The half fang was a minor sticking point, clearly worming her way into Vlad's affections and taking up his free time. Ingrid took her aside and warned her off, and it amused her to hear Erin say "I don't want to be his sister, that's too weird even for this place." So she was uncomfortable here. Ingrid made sure to push that, pulling the Count on side to help get rid of Erin and they trapped her on the balcony while Vlad was supposed to be meeting her for their first 'date'. When the sun hit her and nothing happened, Ingrid had made sure to dart up there and kill the breather girl. The Count disposed of the body, and Ingrid scrubbed her skin clean twice before daring to go near Vlad again.

The fresh blood in her system lifted her, pushed her to push Vlad a little more. He was moping over a book on vampiric law as he prepared for the future as the chosen one, and Ingrid wrapped an arm around his resisting shoulders. "I know you liked her Vlad, I'm sorry she hurt you. I'm sorry for bringing her here." Ingrid kept her voice even, adding a hint of apology but not stressing it too much. Vlad seemed to shrink in on himself for a minute before standing and hugging her properly. Fighting the urge to shove him off and reject the contact, Ingrid heard him murmur "I'm not, she helped save you. She's gone now, and you're here. I'll get over it." Ingrid clutched him a little tighter for a moment, worried he'd see her smirk of triumph as he declared her importance above his dead breather girlfriend. Letting him go before it got suspicious, Ingrid schooled her face to a softer smile and Vlad returned it, though there was still sadness around the edges.

"I'll let you get on with your work." His hand caught her wrist, and she turned to find his sad face. "Stay? You can tell me I'm a maggot faced garlic muncher if I get a question wrong." Quashing the triumphant feeling from spreading over her face again, Ingrid nodded stiffly. "I suppose, can't have you ruining the vampire world because nobody told you which side of the body you stake someone ritualistically." Vlad smiled at her insult, and she made sure to sit in his eye line without being too close. Staying in his attention span without being too obvious. She left him to work quietly, but fired questions at him about specific laws now and then to check he was actually studying. Vlad answered almost flawlessly, and Ingrid couldn't help but be a tiny bit impressed at his dedication to learning. Even if it was a chronically breather-like habit for him to have.

She left before he got too comfortable with her presence, not wanting him to become steadfastly attached in the wrong way. Or the right way, depending on the view point. As the next few weeks rolled by, Ingrid cultivated his attachment carefully, never letting things stray to comfortable but easing him into a content relaxation of his guard when she was around. The next step would be harder to pull off, but it was a beginning, a means to an end. Ingrid made sure to stiffen if he hugged her, look away when Vlad made eye contact. His face didn't betray much, but Ingrid saw the edges of sadness in his eyes as she withdrew from him. Vlad withdrew into his books again, and Ingrid observed carefully to ensure he didn't go to the point of no return before she sought him out properly again. He regarded her carefully as she joined his study session, raising an eyebrow but otherwise not commenting on her more revealing outfit of tight skirt and leather jacket hanging over a fitted top. Vlad answered her questions mechanically, but his shoulders relaxed slightly over the afternoon and Ingrid left him with an exchange of smiles.

The weeks melded into months, and Ingrid meticulously balanced the to-and-fro of closeness and withdrawal. If Vlad questioned her too soon, it would all be for nothing. If she let him fall away from her too much, everything would fall apart. Ingrid quietly reveled in his minute reactions, tiny hitches of breath or widening eyes as she "recovered" - accenting her curves and beauty slowly and carefully. The attraction was beginning, and Ingrid knew the time for the next step was near. The next shift of withdrawal would be the last, and then she'd take the furthest step. The time he was skulking alone as she shifted away from him again was put into careful planning, concreting every word and action she may need to convince him. The Count was off in Transylvania for a few days after Vlad had posted his old friend Baron von Raculad there in a vacuum cleaner bag, which had amused Ingrid greatly as she saw Vlad rebel against their father, however small it may be. Selecting an outfit that had always made Vlad's eyes linger just a little longer, Ingrid went looking for him.

Predictably, he was sulking away in the library as he often did when Ingrid was playing her 'distant' game. The bottle of soya blood almost made her grimace, and Ingrid was glad she'd drunk an especially good vintage before coming down here. His eyes looked up as she entered the room, his jaw tight but his eyes roved over her body for just a moment before he returned to the book. Forcing her face to remain soft and open, Ingrid sat down next to him. Ingrid saw Vlad's hand twitch, the sign of him about to hug her in greeting but his body tensed as he mastered the impulse. She knew he wasn't focusing on the book anymore, his eyes resolutely focused on one point rather than moving over any passage of words. Keeping her voice soft and quiet, Ingrid all but whispered "Vlad." His eyes flickered over to her, but dropped straight back. She repeated his name a little louder this time, and his face turned to hers. Holding his stare, Ingrid hoped her true colours weren't shining in her eyes as she went for broke. "I'm sorry I've been so... strange lately. I've just... I was worried you'd hate me." The hints of anger left his face then, his body turning towards her slightly. "I could never hate you Ingrid, why would you think that?" Not sure words would convince him, this was an action step. Ingrid blinked hard, feigning nerves as she leaned over and kissed him.

Vlad pushed back into it, just for a second before he pulled away. "Ingrid... what?" Looking away as though in shame, Ingrid chose her words carefully. "I just... I can't help myself. I want you, and I know it's wrong. I thought..." Letting a small quiver hit her voice, the next words were a shaky whisper. "I'm sorry, I'll go." Just like before, Vlad's hand caught her wrist. "Wait." Vlad stood up then, pulling her to face him. Unlike her, Ingrid doubted Vlad was faking the open expressions in his eyes. "You want me? Like... like that?" Lowering her eyes, Ingrid nodded. His hand came up under her chin, lifting her to meet his gaze. "Are you sure?" Worrying he'd see the shift in her eyes, Ingrid let them flutter closed and leaned in towards him carefully. This time he met her half way, hesitant brushes of his lips over hers. Vlad started to pull away, but Ingrid wasn't finished 'convincing' him yet and gripped his shoulder to hold him in place. A tentative hand found her waist, and Ingrid let her tongue trace over his lower lip. A small groan vibrated in his chest, and he met her again as his tongue slid out to taste her mouth properly. A strange heat spread through her as his tongue caressed hers, and Ingrid didn't have to fake the surprised panting as they broke apart again.

"What have you been drinking? That was... something else." Ingrid had to shake her head to clear the haze before she could answer him. "Duchess of something, 1845. Much better than the one dad complained about disappearing. You should try real blood sometime, compare if it's better first hand." Vlad stepped away from her then, returning to his seat and smiling shyly up at her. He looked so open, so content with the barely there contact they'd just had that if Ingrid had a conscience, she'd have felt guilty. Vlad sipped at his soy blood then, and Ingrid was sure she didn't imagine his faint grimace. "Why bother, I think you improve the flavour." Vlad ducked his head after he spoke, as though he couldn't believe he'd actually said it out loud. If he were human, his cheeks would be flushing red. Sitting back down next to him, Ingrid smiled to herself as Vlad tentatively reached for her hand and let him lace their fingers together. "This is a secret right?" Ingrid nodded, smirking at him. "Our secret Vlad." His breath hitched as she smirked at him, Ingrid knew the seductive power she commanded.

Ingrid nudged Vlad to get back to his work, suddenly more motivated when she rewarded his correct answers with a brush of her lips over his cheek. She let him walk her to her room, and let him kiss her softly to say goodnight before flitting off. Ingrid expected Vlad was off to deal with the erection he'd been sporting for over an hour. It hadn't been nearly as difficult to convince him as she'd expected, and Ingrid wondered if Vlad had wanted her before, or if she'd begun a whole new chapter of darkness for the great future leader. This was only the beginning of his fall naturally, but Ingrid had the leverage she needed to start it. Now the game changed. Vlad had such potential, raw dark energy to be moulded but he buried it beneath good intentions. Ingrid needed to draw him out slowly, cementing her place beside him and ensuring she wouldn't be caught in the explosion when he finally broke. He had to be completely invested in her before she could convince him to bite her, to make them equals as Vlad's powers shared with his first bite.

The next day he was a bundle of nerves, clearly terrified Ingrid had changed her mind or that yesterday had been a dream. Ingrid made sure to apply subtle perfume, enough to constantly haunt him whenever they passed in the halls. By midday he was vibrating with anxious energy, and Ingrid knew it was time to act. The next time he passed her in the halls, pacing tensely around their quarters, she pinned him to the wall and kissed him roughly. Vlad melted beneath her, groaning when she bit down on his lip. The strange heat returned when he copied her, nipping and sucking at her lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. Ingrid barely managed to silence the sound of pleasure rising in her chest as she broke them apart. Vlad's chest was heaving, his eyes dark and the proximity had a clear effect on him. "What was that for?" His voice was thick with arousal, his lip swollen where she'd bitten it. Leaning closer, Ingrid let her breath caress his ear and he shivered. "A reward. I wanted to check you could act normally before dad comes back tomorrow, and you passed the test." Vlad shivered again as she murmured against him, his whole body trembling with desire for her. It was powerful, Ingrid could taste it.

It was surprising when Vlad switched them around, pushing Ingrid into the wall and holding her there with his body as he kissed her again. She considered pushing him away for a moment, but the burning desire she could taste in his kiss was infectious and Ingrid let him nip and suck at her lower lip until she felt the skin break beneath his teeth. Vlad moved back then, guilt and hunger in his eyes as Ingrid raised a hand to her bleeding lip. The dark, unoxygenated blood of a vampire was clear on her fingertips, but it may as well have been a bottle of finely aged breather as Vlad's dilated pupils fixed on it. Ingrid could feel him wanting, and she slowly raised her fingers to his mouth. The break of his control was obvious as his mouth and tongue removed every trace from her hand. Ingrid barely had time to appreciate his groan of pleasure before he was back against her, kissing her roughly again, chasing the blood on her mouth. Shoving at him, Vlad looked horrified for a moment, scared he'd gone too far. Ingrid pushed him again, backing him into the nearest room and using his body to close the door. "You need to learn discretion Vlad, it's not a secret if we get caught in the corridors."

Vlad nodded, the fear still there amongst everything else. Ingrid pushed back into his space again, letting her plan advance a step or two as she pressed a cool hand over his groin. Vlad groaned and pushed against her, whimpering desperately. He wouldn't ask, wouldn't dare risk pushing past what Ingrid may be comfortable with. His body betrayed him though, pressing against the friction of her hand. Ingrid moved her hand slightly, lowering his zipper and holding his gaze. His cock sprang free as soon as the fastening was loose, and Ingrid could feel the solid proof he desired her in her hand. Vlad gasped out "wait" and Ingrid looked at him in confusion. "I like that dress, I don't want to ruin it." Making a snap decision, Ingrid told Vlad to strip and almost laughed as he frantically wriggled out of his t-shirt, kicking his jeans and shoes away and standing before her in nothing but boxer shorts. Ingrid stepped back and lowered the zipper, basking in Vlad's hungry gaze as her dress fell away. Remembering he said he liked the dress, Ingrid winked at him as she picked it up and laid it carefully over a chair. Vlad was still staring, drinking in every inch of revealed skin and Ingrid let him, the desire in his face was dark and she needed that.

Crooking a finger to beckon him closer, Ingrid took him in herself. His body was lean, nothing overly muscular or defined but she'd felt his strength in the hallway, Vlad was like a tightly coiled spring and Ingrid wanted to see him break free. The stirrings of desire began inside her, and Ingrid decided it was merely an unexpected bonus of her plan if she didn't have to mute revulsion at his touch. Physical desires could be forgotten if need be. Vlad's hands pulled her by her waist into him, and Ingrid gripped his shoulders tightly, digging her nails into the pale skin there. Vlad kissed her again, less frantic but somehow more arousing as he moaned into her mouth. One of his hands slid down to cup her ass, squeezing at the curve before using his grip to pull her against him. Vlad managed to drop to the floor, pulling her with him and supporting her weight as they fell. He sat back up, lust blazing in his eyes as he looked up at her. Both of his hands had moved to her ass now, and Vlad pulled her against him again. His erection was trapped between her thighs, the firm pressure against her clitoris making her rock in surprised pleasure and Ingrid grabbed his shoulders to steady herself as he moved her body along his cock. The push-pull stopped, and Ingrid almost whined in frustration before feeling his hands trail fiery scratches up her spine, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. She released his shoulders to let the garment fall away, and Vlad's hands returned to rocking her against him as his mouth sealed over her nipple.

The surprising sensation shorted her brain, and Ingrid forgot about trying to regain control as Vlad pushed against her harder. She was vaguely aware that she was moaning in pleasure, but then Vlad's fangs scraped over her nipple and the next thrust against her had her quaking, clawing at his shoulders and feeling wet release pool between her thighs. Unsure if it was the pain, the feeling or the knowledge he'd made her come that did it, Vlad shuddered against her and she felt a new dampness spread beneath her as he jerked and grunted through his own climax. As the afterglow faded Ingrid stood up on her still shaking legs, looking down to see Vlad looking sated and content in spite of the angry red marks she'd made in his skin, or perhaps because of them. Looking down her own body, Ingrid was surprised by the angry red marks on her own skin, twin lines where Vlad's fangs had scraped over her breasts.

Vlad struggled to his feet then, brushing a soft kiss over her cheek. "I'm sorry if I went too far Ingrid. Truly." Ingrid shook her head, realising she could lose Vlad to something as stupid as guilt and kissing him properly. Vlad clutched at her waist again, holding her close to him like he was scared she'd disappear. Blood, would he always be this clingy after sex? As their lips seperated again, Vlad buried his face in her neck and kissed her there gently. The touch was almost soothing, at odds with the way he'd groped and nipped at her earlier and Ingrid couldn't suppress a shiver. She could feel Vlad's smirk against her skin, and Ingrid fought to remember her plan. She wanted him dark, not soft and gentle. Letting her fangs drop, Ingrid dropped vicious nips down his neck before sinking her fangs into his shoulder. "Fuck!" Vlad's head fell back, arching into her bite until his knees buckled and Ingrid had to release him. He dropped where he stood, shuddering in a pile of limbs on the floor and Ingrid admired the puncture wounds she'd made. "Was that... were you claiming me or just fooling around?" Vlad's voice was shaky, raw with desire and curiosity as Ingrid looked down on him smirking. "Claiming you, naturally. You should know I don't share."

Vlad managed to clamber to his feet again, craning his neck to admire the mark. As he stretched, Ingrid could see him grimace at his sticky underwear. "I'm just going to uh, go shower and change." Ingrid could see he needed time to process a little, letting him grab his clothes and flit off before doing the same. Ingrid cleaned herself off quickly, setting the dress aside to note it as one that she could tease Vlad with as she changed into an outfit that didn't reek of Vlad's pheremones. His scent was unique, something like sunshine and power mingling with the usual scent of death that pervaded every vampire. Which meant it was distinctive, and she'd have to be careful if she wanted to keep this secret, to bring it out to relish now and then as she corrupted "little Vladdy" right under the Count's nose. Spritzing a subtle amount of perfume on again, Ingrid went to settle in the throne room with a nice glass of blood. Vlad didn't seek her out for a while, but Ingrid wasn't especially surprised. Even she was struggling to process the mind-altering pleasure they'd shared before, and Ingrid was much better at ignoring the emotional attachments than Vlad would.

The Count returned the next day, and Ingrid reveled in the secrets and deception as Vlad came frotting against her, swallowing her moans in their kiss when his hand crept under her dress and teased her to climax. Ingrid was glad they had to be more careful now, it left less time for Vlad to look at her with his bright eyes and affectionate touches. That didn't stop her letting it happen again and again, any and every chance they could take to fumble frantically being used. Their father looked on in confusion when he found them studying vampire law together, missing the knowing looks they shared as they quizzed each other. Ingrid gave Vlad a week to settle in to their hidden and admittedly addictive routine before she made her next move.

Pouring a goblet of blood and savouring the first mouthful, Ingrid waited for Vlad to join her in the library. A quick shake of his head indicated the Count was nowhere nearby, so Ingrid let him kiss her in greeting and smirked when he groaned at the vintage taste on her tongue. He sat down heavily next to her, already wide eyed. Ingrid pushed the goblet over to him, anticipating his turning away. Leaning in to whisper in his ear, Ingrid intoned "try it" against his skin, and she felt more than saw him shake his head. "You can't say you'll never do it, you practically take a sip every time we kiss. Just try it." Vlad was shaking now, and Ingrid trailed a hand over his thigh to stretch his control thinner, feeling him tremble under the touch. "Try it." A shaking, pale hand reached for the goblet, and Ingrid brushed a kiss over Vlad's neck as he brought the goblet closer. One more murmur of "try it" had Vlad sipping at the goblet, the groan and his near-desperate swallow as he finished it almost obscenely erotic.

Wanting to reinforce the memory of his first taste of human blood, Ingrid gripped his hair fiercely, turning his head and kissing him hard. The taste of blood was arousing, and Ingrid contemplated taking him here and now but mastered the impulse - that would come later. For now she settled for clutching at his hair and swallowing his moans of pleasure, her free hand fumbling at Vlad's zipper. Another fumble and his cock was in her hand, thick and hard beneath her fingers as she stroked him. Vlad's hips arched into the grip, thrusting into her hand and he whimpered into her mouth. Ingrid knew it wouldn't take long, his body singing with the blood he'd finally tasted. The whimpering melted into grunts, and Ingrid felt him jerk in her hand as he spilled over her fingers and his body relaxed completely. Ingrid wiped her hand on a nearby rag and tossed it into the fire, turning back to her prone brother. "Now Vlad, was that so bad?"

-YD-

I had intended to get this all into one document, but I'm sleep deprived and sad so it's a dangerous mix for me to stay up late again, I'll add the rest tomorrow!