Faustian Slip
When Bertrand said training would begin immediately he wasn't joking.
If Valarie had thought him to be attractive at first , that was quickly replaced with annoyance and dislike.
She was not keen on Bertrand.
Plane and simple.
He was demanding.
He was bossy.
He had no personality.
He was a stick in the mud.
He was everything you would expect from a backstabbing and conniving vampire.
He really sucked the fun out of her days.
It was exhausting, she had no time for herself.
During the day she had classes, thankfully she did have a few free periods to catch up on some sleep, but not enough. Then the moment the sun went down Bertrand was dragging her down to the training room to begin her training.
He pushed her and he didn't take no for an answer.
Take right now for example.
He had val trying to levitate a long chain though not just levitating it, she had to keep it in a prefect triangle the charm at the top.
To work on your focus and concentration.
Bertrand would say.
It would be easier to concentrate if she didn't have Bertrand constantly circling her, she could feel his presence.
"Good work, Val, Good work."
So he does give compliments then.
The necklace fell.
Dammit.
Bertrand scowled and picked the necklace of the floor.
"You lost your focus! This is unacceptable!"
What was with this guy!
She was trying.
"I'm trying." She growled out, flashing her fangs at him.
Bertrand bared his fangs back.
Suddenly the count flashed into the room.
"Valarie, I have a job for you."
The tutor and mentee retracted their fangs before turning to the count.
As expected Bertrand took his place behind the count.
"What is it dad?"
"Alex needs someone to paint over the graffiti in the school and I generously told her you would do it."
What!
Why did she her to do it?
That might be worse than training, and that was already a fang ache.
"I'm not doing it. Clean up your own mess."
The count fired back.
"I'm too busy cleaning up YOUR mess! I have to smooth things over with Von Racalud in person."
This again?
Her father was the biggest Hypocrite if she had ever seen one.
"I only posted him to Transylvania, you garlicked Goody McEldrich!"
Did he just forget that?
"There's a big difference!" The count argued back.
How!
"I didn't get caught."
"You need to learn that actions have consequences.Being a vampire isn't all about mindless violence. That's just the fun part. You need to learn discipline!"
"I'm not spending my whole weekend cleaning up graffiti."
She was going to see if Erin wanted to hang out.
"Of course not! You need to keep up with your training too."
This was so not fair.
"I've been training every night this week"
The count counter attacked.
"You still haven't mastered telepathy."
"I hope you can read this."
I will shove my foot so far up you ass you will be feeling it for a week.
"Actually, I can. And the answer I seriously doubt it would fit."
Val gritted her fangs.
"Bertrand, make sure she doesn't slack off."
"You can't tell him what to do."
Bertrand interjected.
"Unfortunately, he can. Until you're 18, I must obey the Regent, as must you."
Typical, her big bad tutor was nothing but a puppet.
Her dad departed.
Bertrand went to pack up but stopped when val placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Why don't we continue with practice I feel much more motivated now."
Bertrand smirked.
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PUNCH
PUNCH
PUNCH
PUNCH
PUNCH
"Ah!"
Bertrand hissed after a particularly powerful punch, his hand felt that through the gloves.
Val apologised.
"Sorry!"
"Don't apologise! I've never seen you so focussed." Bertrand reassured her holding up a boxing pad with a picture of the count on it.
"This new technique's bringing out your killer instinct."
Still pumped up on anger Valarie hit her boxing gloves together.
"Let's go again."
"Not now. It's time for telepathy practice."
"Ugh! My father can go bite himself!" Valerie roared out not caring who heard her, lighting stuck.
"We must obey the regent."
Again with the regent!
Follow the regent!
Do what the regent says!
"This Regent thing is doing my head in!"
Bertrand despite his pupils state of anger is calm and collected.
Val rolled her shoulders trying to get the aches out.
"Fine, we'll do the stupid telepathy thing."
Bertrand returned with a set of cards with different pictures on them.
"Just clear your mind. Focus on the images, and send them to me."
He then hands her a walkie
"As you're still learning, I'll communicate with you on this, OK?"
Valarie held the walkie up to her mouth.
"Message received. Whiskey, tango, foxtrot."
"Over."
Rolling her eyes.
"Over."
So telepathy training began.
So far not great.
"Try the next one, concentrate."
Val groaned from her potion on the floor but did as asked.
She pictured the snake in the grass, trying to push it into Bertrand's mind."
"This is stupid."
Suddenly the arrival of a haggerd, hunched over, rag wearing person had val spooked.
Slowly the person came closer to a increasingly worried val until the person pulled the hood of to reveal…
"Hello darling."
"Mum?"
Except it wasn't the mother she was used to seeing, this woman in front of her had dirty grey hair and was dressed in scraps of clothing one would suspect from a homeless women.
Magda Westenra was many things, lying, back stabbing, vein, adulterous, contemptuous and just plane nasty but she would never be caught in such a state.
Valarie stood up.
"What happened to you? You look...awful."
There was no sugar coating it.
"Patrick left me."
Oh.
"Really?"
Magda nodded sadly.
"Cast me aside for some blonde she-wolf arm candy."
Val offers her mother some sympathetic words.
"Well, I'm sure he'll take you back, he always has done before."
Val had lost count on how many times his mother broke it of with Patrick.
"Not this time, She's only 100 years old. How can I compete with that?"
Well vals mother wasn't exactly the nicest woman.
Suddenly Bertrands voice came through on the walkie.
"'OK, I'm getting an image. A horned devil woman with a forked tongue and cloven hooves."
Valarie winces, Great NOW she picks up telepathy.
"Is that how you see me? Thank you Val if only Patrick could see me that way." Magda began crying.
"Patrick's just one werewolf. There's plenty more fish in the sea."
Val was certain magda could bag another man.
"Look at me. What man would want this?"
Val looked at her mother.
"Renfield, I'm definitely getting an image of Renfield."
Shut up Bertrand!
"Forget it, I've had it with men. I'm going to be an independent woman standing on my own two feet."
Seriously, this coming from the woman who has a melt down when she chips a nail.
"You?"
Magda looked at her youngest with hurt.
"You don't think I can do it?"
Val gestured to her mother choice of appearance, so that may of been a little mean but nothing her mother Didn't deserve.
"Well, it's just it doesn't seem to be going very well so far."
A gentle smile graced Magda's face she reached up and cupped her hands on Val's chin.
"You know, you've really grown."
"Really." Val stated the obvious, it had been almost 5 years since she had seen her last.
Magda elaborated.
"I mean inside You're strong. You're not a little girl anymore. You're a woman, I'm proud of you."
With one last affectionate squeeze Magda dropped her hands and once again inched over.
"Goodbye."
She began to hobble off, leaving her daughter to watch.
Oh bats!
Valarie couldn't believe what she was about to do.
"Wait..."
Magda turned to Valarie looking hopeless.
"You can't leave like this."
Valarie grasped her mother by the arms and lead her out the training room and into the hallway.
On the way they passed Bertrand who was coming back to the Training room.
The French vampire took in Magda with confusion and mild distrust.
"Bertrand this is my mother, Mum this is my tutor Bertrand."
"So lovely to meet you." Magda sweetly spoke.
Val lead her mother past Bertrand
"You can get yourself cleaned up in Dad's room, Second on the left."
Magda gave her daughter a grateful smile.
"Thank you Val."
She stumbled into the counts room.
Val began to wonder just What she had just done.
Erin was quick to join her.
"That's your mum?"
"Yeah, Dad will go BATS when he finds her here."
That was an understatement.
"I'm sensing your mum and dad have got a few issues?"
"Just the usual stuff, lying, cheating, multiple murder attempts."
And that was just scraping the surface.
"Why not just tell her to get lost?"
Val knew that she really should of, Magda deserved no less, but at the end of the night well…..
"Because she's my mum."
Val turned to give Erin a big smile.
"Now if you will excuse me I have a bucket of paint and multiple graffiti walls with my name on them."
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At this point val was pretty sure the paint fumes had destroyed her sense of smell.
The paint was so powerful, it had scared away Bertrand, val had tried to coax her tutor into helping with the illusion she wanted to discuss vampire clans but the moment that her tutor got a wiff of the paint he was gone.
How was she supposed to trust her tutor if he wouldn't even give her a chance to get to know him.
At least she wasn't completely alone, Miss McCauley was constantly checking in on her.
There was a whoosh from behind her, perhaps her tutor had reconsidered.
It was non other than Magda, well the Magda val recognised, tight red dress, red lips, hair in pristine condition and an assortment of jewellery.
She looked like the old Magda.
"Mum."
"Valarie."
Val gave her mother the once over.
"You look great."
"That you darling, so what are you doing?"
Valarie looked at her paint covered shirt and help up the wet brush.
"What does it look like?"
Soon the sound of footsteps could be heard and Miss McCauley was approaching with a cup of tea.
"Time for a tea break?"
She handed val the tea before noticing the other presence.
"Sorry, who are you?"
Valarie quickly introduced them.
"Oh, er, this is my mum."
The smile Magda gave Alex was one of a predator.
She sauntered towards the head teacher with a predatory stance.
"Magda...Carmella...Elizabetta...Barthoria...Westenra."
Alex to her credit didn't react.
"Alex...McCauley" she then held up a plate "biccie"
"No, thank you."
Despite her mother's less than warm introduction Alex have Valarie a smile.
"Keep up the good work, Nice to meet you, Ms Westenra."
Magda icy smile turned down once McCauley was out of sight.
"Ugh, What a drab little peasant. What does your father see in her?"
Valarie looked back at where Miss McCauley had disappeared.
"Nothing. She's just head teacher."
Magda just chuckled.
"I know your father he always had this perverted thing for breathers."
Val scoffed before leaving against the wall.
"You're being paranoid. Miss McCauley is not Dad's type."
Magda let out a sigh.
"What up?"
Magda gave val a sympathetic smile.
"You should be preparing yourself, Your glorious destiny is the Chosen One, not slaving away like a common peasant."
Well that was one thing they could agree on.
"Don't tell me, tell dad. He's my Regent. I have to do what he says till I'm 18."
"Why should you listen to him?"
"Like I said he's my regent."
Wait a minute, While dad may be vals regent, She still held the power to elect her regent.
She could make mum regent, and the best thing is She knew her mother.
She will stick around for a few days but will eventually get board and leave, leaving val to do what She wants.
Perfect.
She turned to Magda.
"I don't think dads suitable for the job at hand, and I am currently in the middle of looking for a new regent, it needs to be someone I can trust."
Magda looked thoughtful.
"It would have to be someone in the family."
"It can be you."
Magda looked shocked.
"Me?"
"Why not?"
"But I couldn't be Regent. Such responsibility! That's man's work. I wouldn't know what to do."
Bingo.
"That's the beauty of it. You wouldn't have to DO anything. I'd make all the decisions."
"You really want ME to be Regent?"
"Yes, Mum, I want you to be my Regent."
Magda grinned triumphantly and in her hand appeared a contract.
"What's that?" Val asked curious.
"Our contract."
"That was quick."
Too quick.
Something was wrong.
Valarie became defensive.
"Not really,It took me months to get that drawn up."
Bats!
Valarie had really done it this time.
What was she thinking.
"I'm cancelling this right now."
Wait!
She didn't know how to.
"How do I do that?"
Magda smirked showing her perky white fangs.
"You don't only I can cancel the contract."
Bats!
Bats!
Bats!
Bats!
She had fallen right for her mother's trap, how could she be so stupid!
Val walked right up to her mother.
"You devious, conniving witch."
"You say ALL the right things."
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"Bertrand!"
Val yelled down the hall for her tutor.
In a flash the vampire was In front of her.
"you called me?"
"What do you know on vampire laws, more importantly contracts."
"I would say I'm confident, why?"
Val bit her lip a habit she's did when she was guilty.
"I may of done something very stupid."
Bertrand's neutral expression turned to confusion and unease.
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Val kept her eyes on her tutor and held her breath as Bertrand read through the entire scroll.
"Is it legally binding?"
Bertrand locked eyes with the hopeful vampire.
He gave a sharp nod.
"Afraid it's water-tight. Someone really knows their vampire law."
It was not the news Valarie wanted to hear.
"Patrick's lawyers are the best." Magda boasted.
"He's in on this!? Your back together?!"Valarie sharply turned to her mother
Magda scoffed.
"We never broke up, as of any man would leave this."
She twirled a strand of hair on her finger.
The door opens and renfield walks in.
"Ah, the peasant. Take that outside and burn it."
Magda points to a oil painting of the count.
"Put it down, Renfield." Val orders.
"Patrick and I need the space!"
"He's NOT moving in here."
"You don't have a choice Now, do play nicely when Patrick arrives for the photo-shoot."
"Photo-shoot? What photoshoot."
Good question Bertrand.
"FANG! Magazine are doing The Chosen One And her Regent We're going to be stars."
Valarie could only stare at her mother in disbelief.
"We're supposed to be in hiding. You'll get us slain!
"Don't be so dramatic. And you might want to get changed."
"I'm not doing it."
Valarie attempts to destroy the contract to no luck.
"The Ward agrees to forfeit all powers against her Regent." Magda reminded val.
Val turned to Bertrand.
Her tutor held out his hand prepared to do the job himself.
Magda was quickly to stop him.
"No... I don't think this tutor's working out, Val."
Bertrand stood where he was.
"Go!"
Bertrand shared one last look with the vampire before speeding off.
Val following after him.
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Val followed Bertrand all the way to his room.
"Please, you have to help me!"
For a moment val through she saw a flicker of genuine emotion cross her tutors face.
"I must obey the Regent's orders, I'm sorry, Val. Good luck."
Bertrand began collecting his possessions, trinkets and items from his 400 years.
"Bertrand! Don't leave, please."
Valarie almost found it comical, she didn't Trust Bertrand as far as she could throw him, her she was begging him to stay.
Bertrand was in the middle of putting his rather large book Collection into piles, he looked up.
"Like I said val, I can't go against the regents orders.
"Wait!"
Val placed a hand on Bertrand's shoulders.
"Look give me until the end of the night to figure something out."
Bertrand knew he would be going against everything he was taught, but he had also heard the rumours that the Dracula's had a certain charm to them, looking at the hopeful face of his mentee he was inclined to believe them.
Slowly he gave one single nod.
"Alright, but I can't help you."
Relief consumed Valarie.
"Thank you, I promise I'll find a solution."
She quickly hurried out the room, leaving a conflicted mentor in her wake.
What exactly had he gotten himself into with this clan.
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Valerie sat of her coffin completely dumbstruck and planless.
"You're doomed."
Valarie gave Zoltan an unamused scowl.
"Unless I tell dad."
"Like I said doomed."
Zoltan was right, her dad would probably chain her to to gates of the school and wait for the sun to rise.
"How angry do you think he'll be?"
"On a scale of one to mass murder?"
She would just have to bite the steak on this one.
"There's no choice."
"If those journalists report where we are, we're all dead." Now that she thought about it "Me, Dad, Ingrid and Mum. That doesn't bother me so much anymore."
She shooed Zoltan away.
"Anyway, I need to call Dad immediately. I need to use my training. Leave me alone... Let me get on with it!"
Valarie closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind remembering what Bertrand had taught her.
Clear your mind and focus on the vampier Syoc wish to Contact.
An unfamiliar feeling came over her head, it was almost felt like she was being attacked by string emotions of glee and happiness, emotions that didn't belong to her.
Come home now, Major emergency.
It was silent then l of a sudden…..
Shaking.
Her whole room was shaking.
"I knew you could do it, Val." The count was sat in-front of her. "Your message came through clear as a bell. "Come home now, Major A blood for tea."
"Major emergency." Val corrected.
"Oh, not nearly as good, what's the emergency?"
"Reporters from FANG! Magazine are on their way I need you to get rid of them."
The count brushed her off.
"I'll just tell them to leave you alone, I'm regent."
Moment of truth.
Val cleared her throat.
"The thing is, er, some stuff happened while you were away. Some of it good, some of it bad, Actually, most of it bad. Look, long story short, I kind of made Mum Regent."
She was greeted with a roar of outrage front he count.
She rolled her eyes at her fathers dramatics.
"I made Mum Regent because you never listen to me, and you treat me like a child."
"So you have my powers to that fur loving strumpet!"
"I thought she'd respect me I've got a plan to fix this, but I do need your help."
"Why should I help you, you little traitor?!"The count hissed.
"Cos mums regent She'll throw you out and you'll be powerless and homeless."
Valarie had no doubt dad would be the first to go.
The count knew this as well, his attitude quickly changed.
"So what's your plan?"
"Mum's got this crazy idea that you fancy Miss McCauley."
"Ludicrous" the count admonished a little to fast.
Val gave her father a questioning look.
"I know right but we can use it."
See than filled her dad in on the plan.
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...
Dad was clear on the plan, all they needed was Ingrid.
Dad and Val walked into her coffin room and found her with a dog.
When did they get a dog? Val wondered.
"How would you like the opportunity to stab your mother in the back?"
Ingrid perked up at dads offer.
"Literally?"
"Regrettably no."
Vale rolled her eyes.
These two.
"It's better than nothing, I suppose."
That was three they had in their team.
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"You're clear on what you're doing?"
This was the most important part of the plan and it rested on the shoulders of the count.
Valerie was nervous.
"Of course."
"Just remember…"
"I know, Pretend that I like Miss McCauley." The count Finished having heard the plan nearly five times.
"And do not fall for Mum - again."
Her father gave Val an insulted look.
"What do you take me for? She's a detestable abomination, black-hearted and evil through and through."
"Like I said, don't fall for her."
Val gestured for her father to enter the room.
Here we go.
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CRASH!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
CRASH!
Valarie was sat outside the door with Zoltan listening to her plan take effect.
"Mistress V? Who do you think is winning?"
CLATTERING
"That'll be Mum throwing something at Dad."
BANG!
"That'll be Dad destroying the furniture."
SMASH
"That could be either of them."
CLATTERING
Suddenly all sound stops.
"It's over."
Val walked into the room, to see her father kissing her mother's neck.
"What are you doing?" Val questioned whether father incredulously.
"How can I resist her? She's my world, my death, my darkness."
Magda laughed in glee.
Valarie rolled her eyes and shut the door behind her.
Leaning against the door frame he rests her head against it.
"I hope you have a plan B."
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Val walked into the kitchen were renfield was in the process of making one of his signature concoctions.
The servant barley looked up before dismissing Valarie.
"I'm busy."
"I need your help."
"I'm at a critical point"
He was preparing to add the crushed door mice to the mixture.
Val leaned on the worktop next to renfield knowing the outcome already."l
"I need you to dress up as a woman and pretend to be Mum." She said it with such ease.
Well his potions could used the time to simmer.
"Nothing that can't wait."
He eagerly follows the youngest Dracula out the kitchen.
If there was one thing renfield loved more than anything.
It was dressing up like a woman.
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Knock
Knock
Showtime.
Valarie pushed a disguised renfield towards the school.
"Go on open it!"
Val hid behind the gate.
With flare renfield opened the door pushing out it fabric stuffed chest and fluttering his fan.
"Hello darlings."
There was silence.
"FANG magazine, We're here to interview the Draculas."
"Please do come in."
"No get rid of them!" Valarie hissed.
"Where is the so-called "Chosen One"?"
Momentarily renfield leans to look at Val.
No I'm not here.
Val mimed.
"She's out. But I'm all yours."
Renfield stepped out and posed.
"All right, darlings, I am ready for my close-up."
If this were any other time val would laugh.
"I sense a heartbeat!"
Val tensed up.
"Your no vampire, your not even a woman."
Val held her breath, she didn't want renfield to become vampire food, despite his less than ideal small and personality he had been with them for years.
"No!" Renfield whimpers.
"It's obviously another hoax, Waste our time again breather, and we'll be flossing you from our fangs for a fortnight."
With a whoosh the reporters were gone.
Val let out a breath of relief.
Part 1 of the plan complete.
Time for part 2
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Valarie strolled into Bertrand's coffin room.
"Come with me."
Bertrand looked up from the leather bound book he was writing in.
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"
Valarie too pumped brushed aside his complaint.
"It's time to get rid of mum."
Bertrand closed the journal and laid down the quill.
"For the last time, I can't go against your mother!"
Valarie let out a chuckle her perky whites showing.
"You don't have to, all you have To do is watch."
Val turned to walk out the room.
"Now come along."
Bertrand followed.
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Val walked Into the throne room/living room, followed by Bertrand and a still disguised renfield.
Her mother dressed up for her interview was pacing the floor.
"Where are those wretched hacks?"
Magda casts her eyes on renfield.
The count eagerly turns to Val.
"Was it a success?"
"Renfield dressed as a woman - never fails."
Val leaned against the back of the sofa.
"The journos have gone."
Magda could scarcely believe her youngest's words.
"What do you mean gone?"
The count used this as the perfect time to turn to Magda with a vengeful smirk.
"She means you totally fell for my plan."
"Your plans bun buns?" Magda cooed.
"Don't Bun-Buns me, you nefarious harridan!"
Magda gasped shocked.
"Bun-Buns!"
"Dad was just distracting you while we tricked the journalists,It's over."
Magda grew more and more annoyed as the miners went on.
"Over? Its only just begun!" She growled eyes turning red. "I'll sell our story to the Vampire Times instead."
"Stop right there."
Ingrid who was still confined to her wheel chair rolled into the room with a laptop resting in her lap.
She pulled up the screen to show a picture of Magda and the count kissing this evening.
It was the picture she had been instructed to take by Valarie.
"Oh, look at those cheekbones, You could cut glass with them." The count preened looking at himself.
"Where did you get THAT?" Magda growled.
"Wouldn't it be terrible if someone uploaded them onto Bat Bite for everyone to see?-"
Val was cut of by Ingrid.
"Especially Patrick."
Magda settled down straight away.
"Please, don't show the pictures to Patrick."
"we won't, As long as you annul the contract and go home."
"Never!"
Magda deserved this throne, and she not giving it up for anything.
Val shrugged and Ingrid pressed the upload button.
"Fine, if that's what you want….. 50% uploaded...60%….."
"WAIT!"
She would not loose Patrick, she would just have to come up with another idea.
"You're a fool, you could've been famous."
"Dead famous." Val concluded.
The contract in Magda's hand Burst into flames.
She let the burning paper fall to the ground.
"Goodbye, darling."
Just like that she was gone and the contract turning to ash on the floor.
"Well, I hope you've learned something from this." The count lectured Valarie.
"Always read the small print."
"And."
Val knew what she had to say, didn't make it easy though.
But she did owe her dad something.
"That sometimes you're right?"
The count patted her shoulder exactly.
Suddenly the door opened and a hurried looking Erin rushed into the room, bags packed.
She stopped dead in her tracks and her stared in shock, as if she couldn't believe any of them were alive.
Val would have to ask her later.
First of all, why did she have her bag packed.
"Erin, why have you packed your bags?"
Did she want to leave.
Erin didn't respond.
Vals heart sank, just when she thought she might of found a friend.
"Oh, close the blinds, Renfield. It's sunrise!"
The count voice broker her lamentations.
Renfield was quick to close the blinds at the same time a rather cute dog walked into the room.
Except it wasn't a dog anymore, right before Vals eyes the dog turned into a little boy.
The little boy couldn't of been older than four.
"Ow!" The child moaned.
"Who is that?"
The little boy looked around at the occupants.
"Has anyone seen my mom?"
Val's mind was taken back to when her mother visited.
4 years ago.
Pregnant and trying to pass the baby of as dads.
That baby.
Well the baby that dad had fawned over, his long awaited heir, turns out the baby wasn't his.
Well he wasn't a baby anymore.
The count, Val and Ingrid traded looks, the three of them figuring out who this was.
"He's your brother, you deal with it." The count ran off.
Ingrid and Val looked at each other.
"Well don't look at me, I'm sick remember."
Ingrid wheels herself out.
Her brother was still siting on the floor innocently looking up at the strangers around him.
Valerie was at a loss.
What in bats was she supposed to do.
Once again her mother had been selfish, but this time it involved leaving her child.
Valarie placed a smile on her face and slowly approached the young boy.
"I don't suppose you remember me do you?" Val tried to keep her voice gentle, the last thing she needed was a young werewolf/vampire running around.
Her half brother shook his head.
"Are you friends of my mums."
"Not exactly, do you remember that woman in the wheelchair you were playing with earlier?" The little boy nods. "Well myself and that lady are your mothers daughters."
Surprise was clear on the little boys face.
"You are?"
Valarie nodded gently.
"Your my sisters?"
"Yes we are."
Val looked over her shoulder at the three remaining people in the room.
Getting the message Bertrand, Erin and renfield quickly left.
"Where's my mum?"
Valarie took a deep breath, how could she tell this child that his mother abandoned him.
"Your mum has some unfinished business she needs to deal with and she thought it would be best that for the time being you live with us."
She might of expected tears, but then she forgot her brother was the child of Magda.
The little boy looked slightly sad but then perked right back up.
"Alright!"
"What's your name?"
She still didn't know her brothers name.
"I'm wolfie."
"Well then wolfie, my names Valarie."
She took the litt- wolfie's hand and lead him out the room.
"We'll have renfield bring up a coffin for you, and I'd like to introduce you to someone."
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It was later in the day and finally val could relax.
After introducing wolfie to everyone. (Some had better reactions than others ie, her father)
She had renfield bring up a coffin to the room in between hers and Ingrid's.
Better to keep him close to them than her father.
Patrick sent a note telling them he would have the pups stuff mailed.
That saved val one job.
It was mid-day and wolfie was finally in his coffin asleep.
Which was exactly what she was about to do.
After dressing in her fluffy pyjamas that were light pink and had a picture of stitch holding a ukulele (don't judge her) she clicked her fingers and the lid of her coffin opened, after Climbing in she rested her head on the silk pillow she had put in and then with a snap of her fingers closed the lid leaving her in darkness.
Finally.
Valarie let her eyes close.