Chapter 1: In the Beginning...
Ingrid sat curled up in the corner of the castle hall, depressed and lonely. Her brother sat in the middle, opening his 4th Birthday presents. His father was away hunting right now; she was surprised that he could possibly miss precious Vladdy's birthday. Vlad ripped open another black wrapped present, which should be mine, thought Ingrid bitterly. Even at the age of 6 she was ignored and neglected by her father. For her last birthday she had received a tattered sock.
Vlad pulled the cape he had just pulled out off the ground and stood up, a big, innocent smile on his face. Ingrid wondered why he was so happy. Did he enjoy her pain or something?
He wandered over to Ingrid, who was sitting on the table, swinging her legs, looking bored as hell.
"Ingrid, do you want this cape? I don't really want it, it's too dark, and black, but I know you really want one so I'm giving it to you!" his smile broadened as he held out the cape to her, looking genuinely kind. Freak, Ingrid thought. Vampires were supposed to be mean, not nice.
Ingrid grabbed the cloak and through it on to the crackling fire. Her brother looked surprised, not even angry.
"I don't want that rag! It has all your germs on it! Go away, pea brain." Her insults would only get worse as she grew older, but they were pretty cutting already. Vlad's happy, innocent smile vanished and hurt replaced it. Good, Ingrid thought, he deserved it. He had everything that was rightfully hers and he didn't even appreciate it.
You could see the tears threatening to spill over, you could see them glistening in his eyes. She didn't regret what she had said. That was how a true vampire behaved. Evil, nasty to all who stood in the way of their goals. And Ingrid's was to be the best, strongest vampire in history, prove to dad that she was so much more better than anyone else, and inherit the title.
Ingrid smirked.