Chapter Seven
Blood Bath
Adze hadn't seen Vlad for quite some time now. Not that she was worried, that is. Vladimir Dracula could take care of himself, that was for sure.
She lounged about lazily in their roomy coffin, reading a bat-eared copy of Fang Magazine. God, she was bored, bored of doing the same thing day in and day out. She wished Vlad would notice her more. Since Erin had come back all he bothered about was getting revenge on her, all Adze wanted was to feel wanted again, by anybody, not just Vlad, it was like she had become invisible over night.
She sighed, kicking the contents of her make-up that was laying on the bed onto the floor. She was extremely sick of people, no, not people, vampires assuming they knew her. Just because her Father was a sick and twisted old man, that didn't mean she was a sick and twisted young lady. A tear slid down her brown cheek, staining the bed sheets with a black gunk from her mascara. She heard footsteps, quick, pacing footsteps. She sat bolt upright, rearranging her hair and wiping her eyes, freshening up, in the hope it was Vlad. Three sharp, shrill knocks echoed around the vast room, vibrations sending a shiver down Adze's back, causing her fangs to drop in surprise. "Who is it?" No answer followed, Adze stepped tentatively towards the door, unsure of what to expect. "I said who is it?" She called, more forcefully. Still no answer. She was too curious to ignore them now, though. She curled her perfectly manicured hand around the brass door handle, pulling it slightly. "Hello," She called, annoyed now.
"Erin?" The voice spoke, surprised.
"No, I'm not Erin. Who is it?" Adze called, intrigued.
"Can I come in?" The voice, a male voice, asked.
Adze opened the door so that she could see who the voice belonged to. "Hello, I'm Ryan, Erin's," He paused, not knowing really what Erin was to him any more.
"Erin is down the hall, second right." She shot back, annoyed. Why couldn't someone want her for a change.
"Right," The boy named Ryan said, thankful. "Thanks." He disappeared, leaving Adze alone once again. She threw the door shut in a rage, and sunk back down onto the coffin.
She heard his footsteps returning, probably to ask her where Erin was, no doubt. The door opened a crack. "She's down the hall! Second right!" Adze screamed, annoyance detectable in her voice.
"What?" A now confused Vlad replied, half laughing, half confused.
"Oh," Adze realised, "It's you." She avoided looking into his eyes, or, in fact, at his face.
"What's the matter?" Vlad asked, perplexed by his rather unfriendly welcoming.
"What's the matter?!" Adze spluttered, not believing he could be so pig-headed. "You've hardly fogging looked at me since fogging Erin came back!" She seethed, beyond mad at her Husband's lack of composure. "You have hardly looked at me since Tuesday! You haven't bothered with me because your EX is back! I am your Wife!" She screamed at him, outraged, her fangs had dropped, and her eyes were black.
"Adze, whoa, Adze!" Vlad's own eyes were wide with wonder, "What's brought this on?" He put his hand on her shoulder, only for her to bat it away.
"Don't touch me, I," She wiped at her eyes, "Just don't. I am not being second best anymore." She whispered, almost too quietly.
Vlad sat down, running his hands through his hair. "Adze," He whispered, "What's brought this on?"
Adze stared at him, her eyes full of, what was that, hate? "Go away, Vlad. Go cry to Erin."
It was Vlad's turn to stare now. "Go and cry to Erin? It is not my fault she showed up here, Adze. How dare you pin this on me? I came to see if you were okay, babe, I know I haven't been the best Husband, but I promise you, I will be here for you one hundred percent from now on. I love you." His own eyes had blackened, and his fangs had dropped. "I love you, not Erin."
"Well," Adze spat, not caring she sounded like a fish wife. "You have a fogging funny way of showing it. Just go, Vlad, I need some space."
Vlad laughed, annoying Adze even more. "You can't just expect me to leave."
"I can, and I do. You have no right to question me, Vladimir Dracula. Four months, just four months, I have been married to you. Four months and you dump me as soon as your ex comes back into the scene. How dare you? Can you not remember what that garlic muncher did to you? Get it into your head, she's trouble!" Adze turned her back to her Husband, fury etched on her face. "I said get out, Vladimir. Now."
"Don't 'Vladimir' me!" He snarled, his anger slowly appearing to match his Wife's."I shall do what I want, when I want, you are not my Mother!"
No," Adze sighed, "No, Vlad, I'm your Wife!" Adze cried, tears dripping onto her golden embedded dress like candle wax. "I'm your Wife, Vlad, you're supposed to at least try and put me first, not Erin, not Bertrand, not even The fogging Count! I am your Wife, when we became one at the blood-binding, you made a promise to love me and cherish me, and, so far, Vlad, you've done nothing but pine over that pathetic excuse of your ex girlfriend. Just go, Vlad, just GO!" She screamed, full in his face.
"Adze," Vlad tried to reason with her, pleading. "I love you."
"So you keep saying," Adze faltered. "So you keep saying, Vlad."
"That's because it's true." Vlad simpered, desperate to turn her mind around from Erin.
"How can I believe you, Vlad?" She asked, avoiding looking at him, "How can I believe you, you never put me before anybody else, Vlad, I'm always swept under the coffin," More tears emerged, "Nobody cares about my views anymore."
"I care, Adze." Vlad soothed.
"Again, you have a funny way of showing it. When are you going to put us first?"
Vlad stared at her once again, confused at her particular choice of wording. "Us?" he asked, curious.
"Yes," Adze played with a strand of stray hair that had escaped from her ponytail. "Us." She looked at him, then looked quickly away again. "Vlad," She began, but was interrupted by a confused Vlad.
"Adze, what are you trying to tell me, babe?" He asked, not knowing whether he really actually wanted to know the correct answer. "Tell me, now." He half ordered, half simpered, half whispered those last few words, mainly to himself, he found.
"Vlad, I'm pregnant," She said quietly, as a tear slipped from her cheek onto her lip, then onto the floor. "You're going to be a Daddy, Vlad." She whispered, then, quietly, she slipped away without another word.
Vlad stared at the dust she had stirred from her exit. Was she actually being serious? Was he really going to be a Dad? His head hurt at the mere thought of it. How the bat would he cope with a Baby?
