She stood motionless, watching death feed on the lifeless figure in a matter of seconds . A mist of blinding dust showered down over the ghostly pale faces but only one was truly horrified. Ingrid let out a shriek that ran down the spines of everyone in the room, even the chosen one had no choice but to shudder at the desperate cry. She reached out her hands, stretching the muscles in her arms till they tugged at her joints causing her to flinch once or twice, but she didn't let go. She started writhing her fingers trying to get closer and closer but she was stuck firm to the floor. It was like it was pulling on her legs, dragging her down into the ground to be swallowed whole by the darkness. She still didn't let go. Her joints began to burn and tear at the stretched skin, cracking and crippling the reaching talons. The pain spread through her body turning her whine into a full out screech from her exhausted lungs as she reached for him. "WILL!" her cry fought through the solid oak of her coffin, echoing from her room all the way down the emptiness of the old twisted corridor. The nightmares were back, worse than ever before.
She found herself with her joints locked into place. She couldn't move, the most she could do was shiver or scream and she had already accomplished the second one as everyone else in the building had found out the second she waked. Suddenly her arm regained it's ability to move and she creaked open the coffin. The lid clanged against the side of the wall making dust fly up into the already musty air. She grasped hold of her shoulders whist tears glazed her eyes. The darkness seemed to beckon her as the light started to shine through the curtains causing the shadows in her room to twist and turn. She observed this happening for hours till she brought her shaky hand up to her face to batter away the tears left clinging to her pasty skin.
Slowly she used her strength to pull herself up. All her weight shot down into her arms as she lifted herself out of her coffin. She lightly pressed her feet onto the wooden floorboards before putting weight onto them as they were nearly as old as the Count himself. The floor was prickly and cool. Ingrid indulged herself in the relaxing sensation until she realized that it was slightly damp too from where her tears had previously fallen. This made her cringe at the bad memories she held captive in her cold mind. She swooped across to her wardrobe holding her head high and her shoulders back. She wasn't one to dwell on the she had dressed herself she put her make up on. She stared into the mirror straightening down her luxuriously smooth hair before painting a devilish smile onto her face. This is what she was best at, pretending.
It was just before 10 when Ingrid waltzed down to the table filing her nails which anyone could see were perfect anyway. "Morning Ingrid…" Vlad stared at her with a concerned look whilst continuously stabbing a fork into the priceless old table. "Since when have you cared" Ingrid said whilst sitting gracefully into her chair, "oh chosen one…" she added in a mocking voice. "Knock it off sis…" he said trying to stretch a convincing smile onto his genuinely concerned face. They didn't speak again at breakfast, they just sat staring into space. Eventually Vlad broke the everlasting silence by springing to his feet and saying "well I should be off!" He said this in the most enthusiastic lively voice a vampire could ever achieve. "What? Where exactly should you be off to?" Ingrid interrogated harshly. "Sorry the chosen one doesn't share with the inferior class." He chuckled with a grin spread across his face, the first genuine grin he had managed all morning. He speedily walked off expecting Ingrid to lob an object at his unprotected head but instead she just sunk in her chair folding her arms and aiming a hateful gaze at him, though he was too far gone to see it.
The day passed far too quickly for Ingrid's liking. It seemed that she had spent the entire day lounging around irritating the Count and that sniveling dog of his. It had passed 12 when it came to Ingrid's attention that Vlad hadn't come back from his unidentified trek. Despite most things she still cares for her little brother ,though she claims to be far too evil to admit it. Therefore she spent the night strolling along the corridors of the house pacing in and out of the shadows and moonlight. She spent hours doing this getting more and more anxious with every pace until he returned in the moonlight, but he wasn't alone.