You got Old.

The words don't seem much, a simple comment, to anybody who walked by. Who knows? They could even be seen as an insult.

Not to her though. As she and Vlad dance around each other - because it is nothing if not dancing - she looks at him, his hair darkened by the transformation, his wardrobe muted from the orange and blue obsession he used to have.

In fact, Ingrid thinks that he stopped that a while ago.

But his hair flops a little over his forehead, and he's taller than her now, which is a nightmare for her ego, and he has fangs and his beautiful sapphire eyes that looked to her first, when he was born, turn black at a moment's notice now.

Because he got Old, and Ingrid wasn't around to see it.

That's what hurts the most.