My first multi-chapter Young Dracula fic. Chapters are short but updates should be relatively frequent.
As usual, I own nothing but the plot. Please enjoy, and reviews are always appreciated!
It was Ingrid who found Erin hunched over a toilet, retching pitifully, for the third time in a week.
"Erin, Renfield's cooking's terrible but it's not dangerous. So either you've got some kind of eating disorder or you're pregnant, which is it?" She was joking, but Erin turned even paler than she had been before and her hand flew to her stomach. "Oh, no. You're not-?"
"Please, Ingrid, you can't tell anyone. I only just found out for sure, I don't know what I'm gonna do-" The elder Dracula held her hand up, cutting off the slayer's words.
"Is it Vlad's?" There was a long pause, and then Erin nodded, blushing furiously. "Does he know?" She shook her head. "Then tell him. Or I'll have to."
Ingrid had given her two weeks' grace. That meant two weeks, Erin reasoned, for her to work out what she was going to do about Vlad.