((hey guys just a short little fic that i thought up, not sure whether to extend it and make it into a story of what could have happened to Ingrid after Vlad and The count fled. What do you think? please please review and tell me what you all think, id love to hear your feedback.))
The sadness in her eyes was enough to drive anyone crazy, she was in a state of no return, she had lost her way, she was just a body now with nothing left inside to love, cherish or even to smile about, he was gone, taken from her in a mere heartbeat and would be forever. Just a pile of ash on a cold lifeless floor.
He was fighting next to her and in a moment he was ash. How could that be? How could her immortal soulmate be ash? Her love had been given and returned and now there was no love being returned, there never would be. Just the stone cold hatred of her father and a brother who she despised.
Even now as her brother lay unconscious on the floor next to her feet she said nothing, no emotions stirred inside of her she was an empty shell without that person who had loved her. Her words dripped with venom as she had spat them out clutching a skull and a staff as she sat on her fathers thrown(now hers).
Her eyes now void of all emotion except for rage and anger. They ruled her, her eyes soulless black and huge as she took stock of what had just happened, everybody would pay for what had happened.
Starting with slayers.