Ok, this is just a tease, I know naughty me, the rest will follow as the images in my head become words.
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Dracula.
Ingrid heard the trash of the thunder through her scolding hot bath water, Ingrid always like the sensation of the scolding hot water against her ice cold skin the almost painful moment of indulgence, her hair waved weightless in the water as her mind drifted to Vlad, her brother yes but also her lover, her beloved, two years, it had been two years since Vlad had left to reconcile his Lightest and darkest sides, Erin had left with Malik, the traitorous little bitch, first trying to steal HER Vlad and then abandoning Vlad when he needed her !
Outside amongst the needles of rain and freezing spirals of wind which would bite at human skin stood Vladimir Dracula, staring up at Garside, a smile forming across his face as he noted the flickering shadows of candlelight in Ingrid's room, My Queen I am home.