"Vladimir!" His father was using his insistent disappointed voice. "It is your duty as the chosen one!"
It was a tuesday evening and Vlad was attempting his history homework. Though he feared it would not get done.
"Dad!" Vladimir slammed his notebook down. "I am not going to marry some girl I've never met!"
His father gave him a sympathetic look. Vlad knew he was being sarcastic.
"My dear boy, You have no choice in the matter." He said. "Renfield!"
After a few moments Renfield waddled in carrying numerous frames.
"Dad? What..?"
His father interrupted him. "While you were at the breather school all day. Renfield and I have been deciding on a possible few candidates for your...vampire bride." Count Dracula took a frame from Renfield.
"Exhibit A. Now not much of a looker, I admit. But. Marrying Carmella Vorhis does have it's advantages... The Vorhis family are good friends of ours and we're going to need their help should there be a war..."
"The Vorhis clann are our good friends. Were there to be a war they would help us. No matter if I marry that girl..." Vlad took a proper look at the picture. " And I am not spending eternity with that...Thing."
Count dracula looked at the portrait. "Yes. Well, I do not blame you for that one." He threw it over his shoulder, aiming for the fireplace. Only the portrait was caught by an appearing Ingrid.
"Ah." Ingrid said as she looked at the portrait. Carmella Vorhis. Bride shopping are we Vlad?"
She sat on the arm of the couch and rolled back, landing on the seats.
"Don't get cocky Ingrid." Count started. "Your next."
She laughed. "For what!?"
"To be married." Count smiled at her.
Ingrid's jaw dropped. " way. You tried that before!"
"Like your brother you do not have a choice. Political alliances and all that." He paused. "Infact. This may be the first ever time you have ever been useful. "
"No!" Ingrid stood up. "If I am going to spend eternity with someone. I want it to be of my choosing!"
Vlad felt it was his time to come in. "Ingrid is right. I'm almost eighteen. And Ingrids 21. You can't make choices for us now..."
His father cut him off. "Bertrand!"
"Yes." Bertrand was standing behind him.
"Ah. Tell me Bertrand. with your infinite knowledge. What is the age a vampire is required to marry?"
"18. But obviously Vlad is in no fit state to be getting married. He has training and school to focus on..."
"18." Dracula said slowly. "Exhibit B. Andromeda Aguilar. Powerful family. Pretty girl too."
"No Dad!" Vlad shouted. He stormed out the room.
"Fine, I'll invite them all for dinner." His father called. He sighed and looked at Ingrid.
"I suppose I best invite your suitors too."
"Ughh!" Ingrid sped out in a fit of rage.