More apologies for writers block... I never struggle writing Young Dracula, I don't know whats happening!

-YD-

Vlad sighed, feeling the lack of sleep wear on him but he'd promised his fellow biters he would watch over them.

Thanks to Cesar calling ahead, both of the other Guilds were much more agreeable than he expected, and had worked sufficiently well with the teams he had sent ahead.

"We've neutralised all but one here, same as in Italy and France."

"Did they have anything to say between the slaying?"

"Nothing I care to repeat."

Kristof, the female Chair of this Guild, answered with a wry smirk. Vlad returned it, trying not to let tiredness cripple him.

"As of now I don't think this is anything more than a group of renegades trying to appear more organised than they were by going to different countries. I sincerely hope I'm not proved wrong, but I've not slept a wink since this whole thing started and I just really want to go home. I have a feeling I'll need to invest in a mobile phone, so I'll make sure to get that number passed to each Head Slayer. Can't do anything about the excess charges for texting cross country but it'll be faster than carrier bats."

Kristof nodded her head, holding out her hand.

"I can't say it's been a pleasure Vladimir Dracula, but you're surprisingly tolerable company for one of the undead."

"Well... thanks. Keep up the blood banks would you? The last thing we need amongst this is a sudden shortage."

"Agreed. You must take your leave before you lose the night."

Well that was a massive step up from slayers only ever telling him to have an unfortunate meeting with a sunrise. Vlad sent everyone back to Transylvania ahead of him for rest, agreeing to postpone the necessary meeting at the official VHC building until the next night after everyone had slept and eaten and in Vlad's case, checked on his son.

The sight of his home castle was really quite welcome, especially with that faint hint of pink on the horizon that would become streaks of orange and red and even a strange bluey-purple before the sun broke free to fry him to a crisp. Too tired and in too much of a hurry, Vlad braced himself for an attack as he zipped into the castle. Sure enough, Roque tried to stake him.

"Do you mind?"

"Ah, Your Grandness! My apologies-"

"Be quiet Roque. I am very, very tired. Now, is everyone still as undead as I left them?"

"Quite so sir. Your wife attempted to bring her father over, but as per your rules he was not permitted entrance."

"I bet that went over really well."

"Some heated words were exchanged and-"

"Vlad!"

He must be tired; Vlad realised. He hadn't sensed Adam approaching until he was inches away, throwing his arms around Vlad.

"I'm glad you're back Vlad. I missed making food with you. Did you know Bertrand can cook?"

Trying not to notably react with the joy of having his son back in safe range, Vlad patted his shoulder.

"He's French and spent some time in Italy. Frankly I would be surprised if he couldn't."

Adam beamed up at him - he was in his pyjamas, must have been in or on his way to bed when Vlad returned. Ingrid had obviously heard the commotion; she didn't say anything but he saw her hovering up along the hallway.

"But you're back now."

"I am, but I can see you were on your way to bed and I am so tired right now. Can we catch up tonight?"

The boy stepped away; Vlad missed the warmth of his still-somewhat-alive son.

"Ok. You need to go to bed too."

"I will. I just need to get out of this stuff. Roque, it's too light to leave now but you're dismissed. Find a guest crypt in the basement. Get a bat nap."

"Thank you sir."

By the time he had finished talking to Roque, Ingrid was gone again. He presumed Bertrand was already in a coffin or hanging from the ceiling somewhere, so Vlad stopped in the kitchen for a drink and then dragged his exhausted self up to his coffin.

He wasn't expecting to find Ingrid there.

"Much as I relish the novelty of you in my room for a change, I am too damn tired Ingrid."

"I figured. I came to get you."

"Get me?"

"You're sleeping in my room today. That way I don't have to wait for you to be up and decent before I have you tonight."

Vlad blinked. Ingrid wanted them to spend the day sleeping in the same coffin? He was too tired to argue.

"If you say so. Hang on."

Vlad peeled off his official gear, dumping it and his cape on the floor haphazardly. He tossed his crown back in the bottom of his wardrobe, picked out comfy clothes to wear tonight and sighed before stretching his robes and cloak out along his coffin. He would need them uncreased in the evening.

"Lets go."

Ingrid grabbed his wrist and dragged a half-conscious Vlad along, not paying any mind to whether or not Adze might see them. Though he had no clue if Adze was even home. He hadn't asked. Had barely thought.

He was so tired he could barely undress himself, let alone marvel at Ingrid settling next to him to sleep. Vlad was out within seconds, and he slept like the dead. Ingrid woke him a good hour before dawn, but Vlad was soon too distracted by her nude body to pay mind to his tiredness.

"I haven't been gone that long."

"I had to go to sleep several times without sex. That wears on a girl."

Ingrid made short work of his pyjama bottoms, rubbing herself against his erection with a soft moan.

"I didn't sleep, that wears on a guy."

Both lost interest in maintaining conversation as Ingrid straddled him properly, the chemistry between them intensified by what had, realistically, only been a short seperation. For all the heat inspired, Vlad might as well have been away at war for years. Fuck, had he missed this himself though. Ingrid took him in with ease, fangs down as she bit her lip and seated herself fully. As always, she was soft and wet, receptive and hungry for it and Vlad was nothing resembling coherent as he groaned, fingers reaching to stroke her thighs, grip her hips.

As Ingrid set her own blistering pace, Vlad managed to wake up enough to push his upper half upright, latching his mouth on to a pale breast and feeling Ingrid shudder, winning needy moans from her throat. She rocked back and forth on his cock with the perfect rhythm to drive them both to madness, bucking harder when Vlad pushed up to meet her, thrusts interspersed with nips at the delicate skin of her breast and his nails digging in to the softness of her waist. He groaned against her skin as Ingrid moaned and swore, fingers digging in brutally to his shoulders and upper arms as she thoroughly fucked him.

Vlad knew when Ingrid was close, could feel it in the way her muscles trembled. She sank her fangs into his shoulder, leaving a deep mark that so clearly said "I know your wife won't see this" and it thrilled him far more than it ought to have. He tipped his head, let her continue. Vlad knew as much as Ingrid did that Adze wouldn't see it, and the way Ingrid just took him was so arousing he couldn't help but burn for it. His cock twitched as his climax neared, waiting for Ingrid to topple first before he gave in to the heat.

"Fuck Vlad!"

Her words were muffled in his throat in that way Ingrid knew he loved, but Vlad could still hear them and let them fuel his climax as Ingrid quaked on top of him. Ingrid let him cool in the afterglow, lax and satisfied. Then the warmth and intimacy was cruelly removed.

"You need to go shower before Adam or your lackeys are up. That boy has unerring senses for an untransformed child."

Vlad climbed out of her coffin, hunting for his clothes.

"Well, he's half Chosen One. Did you expect a normal child?"

Ingrid hummed, already picking out her own clothes as she prepared to go and shower Vlad's scent from her skin. This was one of the reasons they waited until dawn generally; she was much happier knowing they weren't likely to be caught out by vampire senses detecting them on each other. Ingrid didn't want anyone knowing they fucked, regardless of the fact she never did things she cared about other people knowing.

It wasn't about reputation.

It was about Adam.

Vlad hurried to get through his shower, putting on his comfy stuff for a quick breakfast before he headed out to the VHC in his robes. His shoulder twinged constantly and he thrilled in it, remembering the sharp pain and sharper pleasure of Ingrid biting him, marking him. Outwardly clean and refreshed, Vlad tried not to grin to himself too much about having spent the day with Ingrid, not to mention having sex only half an hour ago. Things with the Slayers were currently as good as they could be, Adze was nowhere to be seen, sex with Ingrid seemed more spectacular than when he left (or perhaps it was being woken up by it) and any minute now...

"Vlad!"

A happy little voice rang through the kitchen, belonging to the seven year old boy Vlad was utterly addicted to spending time with, to knowing as much as he could about.

"Morning Adam."

Some of the kitchen safety lessons had already stuck - Adam checked Vlad wasn't holding anything sharp or touching raw meat before he tottered up and gave him a hug. Vlad's chest swelled with warmth, not just from the fact Adam was young enough to have body heat.

"Do you have to go away again?"

"I have to go to the VHC today, but I should definitely be home before dawn. I hereby promise you a game of chess before bedtime."

"Awesome! Can I help with breakfast?"

"Sure. Can you grab the bottle of Bulgarian Basic from the crate in the cupboard first? It's Roque's special favourite."

Adam nodded, smiling as he padded over in sky blue socks peeking out from under his black jeans. He returned holding the bottle carefully, placing it on the side where Vlad pointed before washing his hands.

"How can I help?"

"You can either whisk eggs or make toast. It's great having you here, nobody else eats actual food that often."

Adam beamed, practically glowing with happiness and Vlad almost cried. His son was such a beautiful example of perfection, bright and friendly and smart and funny. Engaging and hard working and happy.

And he couldn't take credit for any of it since Ingrid had been the one raising him. Vlad could only helplessly fall in love with the boy, could only feel blessed and priveleged to be a part of his life. Adam smiled as though the highlight of his day was mixing up eggs, pouring them into a pan for Vlad to heat up with meat and vegetables tossed in. They had started on messy omelettes and toast before anyone else joined them - Ingrid stole a mushroom from Adam's plate, which surprised Vlad since he knew Ingrid didn't like them. Until he saw Adam's amused face as he protested and protected his food.

"Get your own!"

"Don't you know other peoples food tastes so much better? Forbidden fruit and all."

"Forbidden mushrooms! Mine mum!"

Ingrid had voluntarily eaten something she disliked just to make her son laugh.

Vlad had almost forgotten how easily she could surprise him.

"Don't worry, unlike this breather lover over here I actually drink blood."

Adam wrinkled his nose.

"Gross. Eggs are better."

Ingrid rolled her eyes.

"Stop reminding me I'm too soft on you. I'm worse than our dad."

"Or better, since you don't periodically yell at him for that very fact."

Ingrid raised an eyebrow at Vlad, who popped a forkful of eggs in his mouth.

"Was that a compliment?"

"Statement of fact. Take it how you will."

He finished his breakfast before Bertrand and Roque both found them there, Bertrand amusingly sleep-ruffled as he went for the blood in the fridge. Apparently being asked to live in as security and tutor saved Vlad the hassle of permitting Bertrand to feed himself. Roque eyed the bottle on the side, which Adam hopped up from his seat to offer.

"Vlad said this was your secret favourite so it's yours since he doesn't drink real blood."

Roqueloire still looked to Vlad for permission, but at his nod he took the bottle from Adam.

"Thank you young man."

"You're welcome... old man. I better load the dishwasher since Vlad has to go get ready for work."

The others were all stifling laughter as Adam turned from a slightly dumbfounded Roqueloire - while it was true Roque was the oldest vampire in the room; at nine hundred and twelve he was older than them all combined, it wasn't a comment frequently made in polite conversation. Biting the inside of his cheek, Vlad refused to look at either Ingrid or Bertrand. He would laugh if he did.

"I'm gonna go get ready" his voice cracked with the strain of not laughing "for Council. Bertrand, you should stay. Roque, you'll be coming with but no rush, drink your breakfast."

He yanked his robes over his head, fixing his cloak clasp with a disgruntled sigh. He hated his uniform. He was the Grand High Vampire, why couldn't he change the law that made him have to wear it for official business unless there was a major emergency and they weren't available. Stepping into his boots, Vlad sighed to himself again.

The sooner I do this, he told himself, the sooner I can be back with Adam.

That was about all the motivation he could muster to drag himself toward where Roque would be waiting. Or in this case, boring his son rigid.

"He's a little young for Council procedure lessons, I should know. I didn't start until I was seventeen and I took over at eighteen."

"Yes, but you have a considerable leniency in your title."

"So does Adam. He's the Dracula heir not the Chosen One heir."

He could taste the lie thick on his tongue, though it was a partial truth all the same. Adam might be his son but Vlad would never wish his blood-awful job on the boy. Anyone after his job was either ignorant or excited for the tedious level of paperwork involved.

For a race of supposedly bloodthirsty, primal animals... there was an awful lot of admin.

-YD-

I'm really hoping this writers block passes soon!