A/N This came to me during the night plus after watching the last episode of season 4 again I had to write it down. This is my first Young Dracula written story. I apologise for not being a good writer and maybe this not making sense at times.

Also I don't own Young Dracula no matter how much I want to.

I hope you enjoy this and let me know what you think of it.

Apologies

Ingrid Dracula was sitting in her coffin room, looking at the picture that she drew when she was younger and her Father, Count Dracula gave back to her earlier when someone knocked on her door.

"What!" She snapped,

"It's your Father… Can we talk?" The Count muttered.

"Fine… Come in" She replied a little surprised.

The Count walked in, his eyes swept around the room before they settled on Ingrid.

"Why are you here?" Ingrid asked.

"Well… I wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier," said The Count.

Ingrid looked a little worried; she had hoped that when he told her he loved her that was the truth. He looked at her when he saw her hesitation and said "Oh Ingrid, I'm not going to take back what I said, I do love you. I came here to talk and apologise"

"Apologise?" Ingrid asked surprised

"Yes"

The Count paced up and down her room wondering where to begin. Ingrid's eyes followed him.

"I'm sorry for how I've treated you while you were growing up, for the way I never helped you, supported you or for not giving you any attention. I realise now that after my ordeal from nearly dyeing and us nearly losing our Vladdy, that we all should support each other. I will try and be nice towards you and tell you that I love you more often in the future" The Count said finishing off his speech.

Ingrid looked at him speechless, tears welling up in her eyes, she replied saying "Thank you dad. That… that does mean a lot to me," she smiled a little at him.

"Come" The Count said holding his arms out gesturing for her to hug him. Ingrid walked hesitantly towards him. She walked into his arms and he said genuinely "I love you Ingrid"

Ingrid smiled into his shoulder replying "I love you too… daddy"

The Count pulled back and put his hands on her face, brushing a piece of hair out of her face.

"Now, I know this will take a lot of time for me to stop being… horrible to you, so you'll have to forgive me if I slip" The Count said teasingly.

"Off course dad, we can do this together, I'll try and do the same to be nicer too" Ingrid smiled, "Now that I know the truth, I think I can forgive you. Especially because you're so old and it's basically the way you were brought up" Ingrid finished laughing. The Count hesitantly replied smiling at her.

"Now," The Count said straightening up "Let's go find Vladimir and team up together to get him to drink some proper blood instead of that soy stuff he drinks." He ended jokingly.

Ingrid laughed and said "Like that will ever happen"

"Well, we can dream" The Count replied happily, both walking out her door.

A/N I have a second chapter ready if you want it, but I can keep this as a one shot. Let me know.