Author's Note
I do not own Young Dracula.
A big thank you to everyone who showed this story some love! This is such a small fandom that I wasn't expecting half as much attention or hits as this fic got!
They wouldn't see him again for six years, longer than all the time he was away from Ingrid.
In that time Erin's powers only grew, bested by Vlad's and Ingrid's alone. She was the most powerful half-fang in history. Perhaps it had to do with her being the Chosen One's first bite. They talked about having kids only once, but decided to wait. After all, they had eternity to make the world perfect for their children.
Chloe and Robin aged a little, and grew stronger if not older in appearance. Chloe let her hair grow out to her waist, a tangled mass of blonde curls that looked terrifying in battle. Her friendship with Olga grew into something... more, and everyone pretended not to hear them during the dawn hours. Robin hated the separation from her, but he wouldn't deny his sister her happiness.
Sirius grew into a healthy eleven year old boy with a muscular figure that made him look years older. His wolf form grew too, developing into a small but fearsome wolf capable of taking down any vampire. And take down vampires he did.
They were doing this for his generation after all.
In that time, those six years, they waged war with the other vampires, both through paperwork and physical means. Laws and rules were changed. A new school for young vampires was established in what used to be Garside Grange, teaching them useful skills like how to fit in with breathers and how to live day to day. Vlad's little family oversaw it personally.
A ball was held in honour of Vlad's twenty fourth birthday. His dad came for some reason. He even brought a present, a black leather jacket for Vlad, a red velvet cape for Ingrid and a green glass necklace for Erin. Vlad looked at him from his throne on the stage, surrounded by his true family, and wondered whether to thank him or stake him.
