My Daughter

Ingrid sighed, slamming her door as her father had bellowed after her some insult.
"How dare he, after I prove that I'm the better child!" She scowled and fell onto her bed. Her birthday was due in less than a week, her sixteenth and still the Count refused to so much as look at her unless it was to cause her hurt again, She sighed once more and buried her head in the pillow and forced herself to not cry.

The count sighed, his eyes rolled as he had watched his daughter show herself as a true Dracula and preened inside about that fact, she was his and would never escape that fact, nor would his son but he knew the boy was just a late bloomer. He tilted his head to one side thoughtfully, he wanted a word with his daughter before she took her place as a true vampire and he knew of few enough moments of quiet in his castle.
"Renfield!" The count snarled, hearing the skidded patter of feet of his servant.
"Yes master?" Renfield kept his head bowed low as the count stood
"Take my son and his…breather friend back to that house down the hill, and make sure you go find good dinner supplies afterwards!" He saw the momentary pause in Renfield's frame before he bowed low.
"Yes master" With that the count stood up and took a leisurely stroll up the stairs.

Ingrid groaned, she heard a tap on her door as she tilted her head up enough to blink curiously. No one ever knocked on her door, apart from the breather, but he wasn't here, was he?

"Who is it?" The door simply swung open to reveal the count, standing in all his glory with a strangely calm look on his face.

"I want to talk to you, Ingrid" She glared and threw her pillow at him.
"That was childish, now can we talk?" he watched her sit up and watch warily
"You never want to talk to me dad, why should I believe that you're here just to talk to me now?" He stepped into her room and looked around it, decorated appropriately as it should have been for his only daughter.
"I have not forgotten when young Vladimir hypnotised me and our conversation that occurred from it"
"So?" She eyed him suspiciously
"May I sit down Ingrid?" He gave her a pointed look
"I suppose so" she scooted far enough back to let him sit on her bed, their eyes almost level.
"Well, what I came to tell you was that, what I said that day Ingrid is what I really feel, now this isn't easy so let me finish-" she had stood up sharply and glared at him
"Your tricking me!"
"I am not, child, now listen to me" he took her hand and gripped it
"You'll be sixteen soon, and your powers will be all unlocked to you, I just, wanted you to know that I do approve of you. You have all the true traits of a Dracula and I am proud to have you as my daughter." He stood, towering in front of her with an unreadable look on his face.

"Dad..?" She stared as he flew out of her room, leaving her with a twisted feeling deep inside.
"Vampires do not have feelings!" She murmured angrily, pacing her room over and over.

As the count slept in his coffin he heard the sound of heeled shoes stomping towards him.
"Daddy" The coffin lid rose and the count lay looking up at his daughter, her eyes gazing fierily down at him.
"Did you really mean what you said?" He sat up and let the lid fall to one side.
"Yes Ingrid, why would I lie?" He smirked at the look she gave him.
"Do I have to reply to that?"
"No" His smirk widened as he took her cheeks in his hands, watching her look both frightened and surprised at once.
"You're my only daughter, I love you" She blinked back tears silently, he tugged her into a hug , she winced as the edge of the coffin struck her hip, her hands gripping the back of his cape.
"I love you daddy…"

Fin