AN: Hey guys! So, this is a spin off to the Peace at Last series. I've kind of lost some of my inspiration for the sequel, so it is on a temporary hiatus (please don't kill me), but I promise I'll upload it ASAP. So this story is basically when the Draculas were kids and their lives in Transylvania. If you have any prompts, please PM or review. I should be updating weekly (I hope) but if I don't then I'm obviously stumped for ideas, or I have a huge-ass test coming up. Enjoy :)

Chapter 1- Big Sister

Ten year old Ingrid Dracula woke up to the sound of sobbing. She thought about ignoring it, and turning back to sleep, but the sobbing was bothering her. Maybe her dad would hear it and sort it out. Unless he and mum were out hunting. Again.

That's all they did. They rarely saw them. Their parents slept during most of the day, and went out hunting when they were fast asleep. Sometimes, Ingrid wondered if they even cared for them, or if they were mistakes. Maybe that's a disadvantage of having a father who is the Prince of Darkness. The Count only had eyes for Vlad, her little brother, who would soon be the next boy on the throne. Ingrid couldn't help but be jealous, even though she loved Vlad to bits. Not that she'd ever admit that to his face.

Slowly getting out of bed, she wondered into the direction of the sobbing. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she opened the door, and found her younger sister curled up on her bed, crying her eyes out.

"Irie?" She asked, walking up to her.

"Hello Ingrid," she sniffed, not looking up.

"What's wrong?"

Irina rubbed her eyes, drying the tears from her eyes. She looked up at her sister. 'I heard Mama and Papa talking," she said. "They were arguing again. Mama says she wants to keep us in Transylvania, but Papa wants to move away from the peasants and the pitchforks. Mama said that she would keep me, and you and Vlad go somewhere else!" The tears started flowing out of Irina's eyes again. "She said Vlad needed an older sister, and I was just useless to the family! Is that true?"

Ingrid was stunned. Never had she thought that her parents would go that far. She stroked Irina's cheek, and wiped the tears away. "It's not true Irina, and you know it. And even if we're sent away, you'll always be my little sister. No matter what."

Irina beamed at Ingrid. "Can I stay in your room tonight? So I don't get any nightmares?"

Ingrid wanted to tease her and call her a baby. Tell her that it was just a stupid dream, and it didn't matter. It wasn't real. But Ingrid had her fair share of nightmares, and she could never talk to her parents about it, or they'd call her weak. So Ingrid took Irina's hand, and they walked to her room, snuggling up on the big double bed she had. Just as she was drifting off to sleep, there was a knock at her door.

"Ingrid?" The voice said. "I'm scared..."

Reluctantly, Ingrid opened the door to find Vlad, with Mr Cuddles in his arms, a tear across his face. Ingrid had no idea what he was scared about, but as big sister, it was her duty to look after her siblings. Vlad told her about his awful nightmare, where he was being chased by an evil Dad, who was saying that he wasn't good enough. Feeling his pain, Ingrid allowed Vlad into the bed with her and Irina, and they both were asleep in an instant.

Ingrid wondered how many more moments they'd get like this. Things were changing in the Dracula household, and all Ingrid wanted to do was remember. Remember everything good, and everything bad, because what mattered is that they went through it together. And whatever happened, she would always be their big sister. Until the end.