Vladimir sat by the fire, reading 'The Vampire Times', while his father paced around the room admiring the new arrangement.

"Yes. Yes, I think this layout will work quite well." Said the Count, standing near Renfield who had just gotten down from a ladder. Vlad looked over at them tiredly. As if a changing the furniture was going to make things better. He was still morning internally after loosing Erin, and was still finding it strange living with Malik.

"I still think we should leave." Protested Ingrid, sitting on the sofa beside Malik, screwing up her face at the new layout. "Nothing is going to change what happened and you know that."

"Yes, I do know that, stupid." The Count responded as he turned to Ingrid and staring firmly at his daughter. "Elizabeta is gone, and besides, Vlad resisted the poison. After all, he is the chosen one."

"So that's it? Just because Vlad was lucky enough to get through things this time, automatically makes him invincible?" Ingrid argued. "You almost died! You let Miss McCauley transfer schools after you made her forget everything!"

Malik grinned. "You almost had her, pops."

The Count cringed. "Don't remind me!.. And, you!.. Don't call me pops!"

Ingrid gave a smirk as Malik raised his hands in defense. "I'm sorry, father."

The Count glared, pointing his finger around wildly. "And get up off that sofa! Renfield is moving that next." Vladimir put down the paper and sat watching, little Wolfie fast asleep on the floor. It had been a long few months. Vlad could only hope things would start to return to normal. Renfield moved the sofa as Ingrid glared at her father one last time before she zoomed out of the room. Malik stood and watched.

"I'm going out for a bit." Vlad announced, giving his father no eye contact as he head towards the door.

The Count zoomed in front of Vlad faster than he could blink, his arms crossed and his face expressionless. "It's in the middle of the afternoon, Vladdy! Where could you possibly go at this hour without, getting yourself sun bleached?!"

"I promise I wont go far." Vlad replied, a little annoyed. The his father looked at him, as if he were debating on the matter. "Fine, fine. But be careful."

Vlad cringed and walked out of the room, running down the stairs, his hood down and jacket unzipped. He smiled proudly as he took a tube of Sun Block 75 out of his pocket.