Chapter Twenty Four
Feelings are for Breathers
Vlad was at a loss of what to do.
Without his sister, he was at a loss all the time these days.
He remembered what she used to say to him when they were little.
'Always check for Werewolves under your bed, Vlad, Mummy got took by one!'
He smiled bitterly.
That was of course before she became power obsessed and evil.
He missed her more than anything.
He didn't think it was possible for a vampire to have this many feelings.
His head swam with the sheer emotion of it all.
Ingrid's last words to him were etched in his head.
'I may not have shown this, but I love you, you're my little brother and to be quite honest, if she doesn't love you when she..transforms, then she's not worth your fangs.'
He began to sob uncontrollably.
He would do anything, anything, to see her again.
"Vlad?"
Bertrand's voice was weary.
"In here, Bertrand." Vlad said, trying to compose his thoughts.
"Can you look after Luna for me? I need some time alone, please, Vlad, I'm begging you."
"Yeah, sure, Bertrand, anything I can do, just let me know."
Bertrand smiled a half smile.
"Thanks."
"Anytime."
Bertrand shot out of the room.
Vlad looked at the little bundle in his arms.
"You're going to be alright, you and your Daddy, you know. I know you are. You're part Dracula, you won't give in without a fight. Oh, sweet Luna, I do wish I had the power to turn back time."
She gurgled in response, and placed her hand on his neck.
He flinched, wary of himself.
"No, Luna, don't do that, sweet heart."
She gurgled again, before falling asleep on his chest.
Vlad sighed happily and watched her contently.
She would have the best life.
Vlad and Bertrand would make sure of that.
Erin stood outside on the corridor, listening.
Vlad was being so passionate about Luna.
It was almost like it was her Vlad, like he was in there somewhere.
She smiled at that thought.
"Vlad?" She queried, warily.
"What?" He snapped.
As if there was any doubt he'd be different.
"I just came to see if you were alright, I'm sorry about what I said, I didn't mean it."
"How did you get out of the cuffs?"
Erin shot him a sly look.
"Never you mind." She said, smugly.
Vlad had an idea how she did, but he kept quiet.
"You will be sorry." He shot back, all traces of passion had left his face.
"Vlad, I came in here to apologise!"
"Apologise? You told me my sister deserved to die and you think you can just apologise?!" He snarled.
He got up and placed Luna in his coffin.
"Erin, I swear if I ever see that garlic muncher again, I am going to kill him. I don't care if it hurts you. No one hurts my family and gets away with it."
"Jasper didn't know what he was doing.." She tried to justify.
"Enough! Go away, all you ever do, is talk abut him! I have had enough of this, get out, just get out!"
Without a second glance, she turned and walked out of the room.
Vlad didn't her her sobbing.
She didn't hear Vlad sobbing either.