After proclaiming my rightful place on the Dracula throne there was only one thing I wanted, craved…Revenge!
I looked down at Vlad, the cause of all my problems. He brought breathers into our lives, he wanted to be normal, he caused this havoc, yet he still got all the love and attention.
What did I get?
Neglect ion, humiliation, pain, a complicated life that drove me to where I am now, sitting on a throne holding a stick with a skull on, smiling. Yet underneath I just wanted to cry, let it all out but I couldn't…wouldn't.
Vlad's small body seemed to taunt me. I almost felt…guilty.
No, Ingrid Di Dracula never shows remorse, I am a cruel, cold hearted, blood sucking vampire!
I wanted someone to blame, and that person was Vlad.
Suddenly my father cried out to me "Ingrid please help him! He's your little brother, please" He was pleading with me. Ha, the boots on the other foot now.
"Shut up moaning already! You've never once treated me with any respect ever since I was a child! All I ever wanted was your love; whatever I did it didn't matter. Vlad has always being the favourite. So, why should he live? Why? Tell me daddy, why?"
"Please" his voice was quiet, I knew I'd hit a nerve. He avoided eye contact and just focused on Vlad.
"Please" he repeated a little louder as though I hadn't heard him the first time.
"You're pathetic and helpless!" I said as I walked over to him "Stuck in a cage with your only son and heir dying on the floor and you can't even reach him. Ask yourself this, why should he live?" I looked him directly in the eyes. He looked down at the floor. I asked him again "Why should he live?"
"WHY SHOULDN'T HE!? HE SACRIFICED HIS LIFE AND EVERYTHING FOR US!" I was taken aback.
My father had this look on him that used to scare me as a child. I knew he was right but I didn't want to listen. I stormed out of the castle. In a flash I was outside and down the unwinding path to where the breather's houses were. I looked around. There it was the house where I would go, where the family who lived there started getting to close. That's the house I would release my first installment of fury.
The Branaghs household.
I moved closer to the house trying to find an entrance. I smiled when I saw Robin's window open widely. Perfect. If only Vlad was here to see this now, I imagined his horrified face as I flew up to the window appearing in front of Robin.