Chapter 2

After being told off by Vlad, Bertrand had gone to the training room with a bottle of blood. Ingrid had fled to her room and lay in her coffin until she could be bothered to get up.

At breakfast Ingrid had challenged Bertrand to get him back for the hair dye. Niether noticed Erin texting under the table. She asked Wolfie to go let the slayers inas she couldn't go to the door through the sunlight. She knew Ingrid was due for a lesson so she made Jonno and the slayers wear stasis spray so they weren't detected while they boobytrapped the door. They couldn't get out. Not until they made up at least.

When the lesson finished Ingrid picked up her jacket and made for the door in silence only to find it locked. This room always remained open, so she knew Bertrand didn't have a key. She tried to force it, failing misserably. She threw a fireball at the door, but it evaporated . Argentalium. It had to be.

"Are you still here?" He asked trying to hide what she had done to him during sparing practice.

"The door's locked."

"That isn't possible." He said suddenly appearing by her side. "OK, maybe it is. We may be stuck in here."

"Or, we can shout for help."

"That could work."

"VLAD! ERIN! ANYONE!"

"Hi guys."

"Erin, get us out of here."

"I can't. The door has Argentalium and garlic on this side. You can't get out without a breather. Niether of you are going anywhere until you make up. It was either this or fangcuffs. I will not bring this baby into a world where all he or she will hear is you arguing. Renfield will bring you one bottle of blood to share every 12 hours. He is under Vlad's orders not to let you out. See ya later." Erin smiled to herself, going to look for Vlad.

After a while Renfield brought them a bottle of blood as promised. To share. The two of them sat in silence. Niether looked at eachother. Niether tried to speak.

Eventually Bertrand got bored and began to work his repressed and annoyed feelings out on the bag. Ingrid began to grow fed up after another half an hour she darted to the other side of the bag. Holding it as he delivered blow after blow out of anger and something else she couldn't decide.

This wasn't going to be easy.

The hours passed and he grew tired. Erin had been to check on them, but refused to let them out. Ingrid lay facing the ceiling, she had nothing to do. If Erin had any decencsy she would have given her a magazine.

Bertrand was no better. He had exhausted himself into needing sleep so he didn't have to face Ingrid. He slept in the shade. It was cooler than where the unnatural light hit. The silence was deafening, and the seconds ticked by like hours.

They had been in there two days when Ingrid snapped. She tried ramming the door, Bertrand just watched from where he sat as she collasped and crumpled to the floor.

He walked over, offered her a hand. They were in this together. They had to start and get along if they wanted to be out of this room. There was a knock and Wolfie handed them a bottle of blood. Renfield was probably busy.

"When are you gettin' outta there?" He asked in his usual child-like innocence.

"Soon. I don't know when but soon."

"When you get out do you promise not to argue. Cos when baby's born it needs to sleep. You scare me when you fight. I don't like it."

"Oh, Wolfie." Ingrid wrapped her young brother in her arms.

"I miss you."

"I miss you too," Ingrid whispered. "Promise you'll be good?"

"Promise."

After he was gone Ingrid looked at Bertrand and he nodded. "We need to talk."