1. Chapter 1 (1/1)

good gods what is this it's a fic with stokely in it. enjoy!

disclaimer: i own nothing; furthermore i don't even know some of these characters that well, so this should be fun.

"vlad, the truce has been

oken. i think we can salvage the situation, but we need you on the scene right away." jonno's voice crackled through the phone and the chosen one sighed."which side

oke, and where do i need to be?""a vampire, but the slayers retaliated. we've got the slayers concerned in custody, but we need you here to reaffirm the treaty. the half-fang's also in the cells, just to be on the safe side. i'm not clear on the details, it was all sorted out by the time i got here.""and where is 'here', jonno? i only have 'til sunrise." he didn't bother to hide his irritation this time, and jonno gulped."oh, sorry. stokely.""meet me at the castle." vlad had barely bitten out the last syllable before he hung up and launched himself into the dark sky.

jonno met him outside the castle, as arranged, although vlad thought that it might be a little charitable to describe the charred pile of stones as a castle. his face was grim, but vlad didn't have time to waste on asking him what was wrong. he simply set off down the hill, letting jonno catch up and start leading the way."thanks for coming so fast. look, i've just been talking to the response team, and there's something you should know.""so spit it out, jonno, i'd like to be back by dawn.""the victim... the half-fang. it's-""i don't need names right now, jonno. i'll make sure they're taken care of, placed with a clan if i can manage it. but i don't want to hear about it until the truce is back in effect.""but... fine, you'll see when we get there."

slayer hq in stokely was really just a house with a particularly fortified and expanded cellar. vlad was invited in, amidst much muttering from the slayers, but he saw a couple of faces he recognised and most of them seemed a little more tolerant. he supposed they must remember the type of kid he'd been – hardly the terrifying leader of the vampires the rest of them seemed to be expecting. fortunately, signing the truce didn't take very long – both sides accepted blame, and vlad was hardly going to object to the slayers' actions given that they were clearly motivated by self-defence."against an immediate threat," he hastened to add, "you can't use the 'all vampires are dangerous' excuse. but i'm glad your team were on hand; this could have been much worse." he put pen to paper, witnessed by all the slayers and ingrid, who'd flown in specially and then headed straight back to the school muttering about having better things to do. the truce was secure. "now take me to the half-fang."

he strode down to the cells, wondering how long it would take to locate someone who would take the new vampire in and show him the ropes. he suspected that it would require him to spend the day here."can i have somewhere to sleep for the day? this probably won't be sorted by dawn."as the slayer escorting him nodded, gesturing for another to make the necessary arrangements, a voice called out from the cell, sounding hoarse but instantly familiar. suddenly jonno's attempts to tell him the victim's identity made sense, as did his refusal to escort him himself."vlad?" he ran the length of the short corridor, refusing to believe his ears until his eyes confirmed their report."robin?"