:D I am happy that people like this,
Ingrid this time, next chapter will be the endearing Miss McCauley.
Chapter 2 – Ingrid
Dear Fanfiction Writers
It is I, Princess of Darkness, Ingrid Dracula who writes to you ordering you to read.
To start off with I do not like all these stories are being based around my wimpire brother, he doesn't deserve all this attention but I DO! I have a much more interesting life and seriously breathers how can you imagine him evil? I can understand the anger problems but… evil? That is my forte and all this rubbish about him being gorgeous, I mean Renefield looks better than my brother!
I would rather stick pins made out of garlic into my eyes than be nice, in fact I would trade all the lack of blood in my body than be nice to everyone. Take that as a warning, threats will come later on.
Possibly parings are off limits, my FROZEN heart belongs to Will and No one else!
Bertrand: IDIOTS! He is some stuck up teacher who doesn't know the meaning off evil, though kidnapping Erin was a move I should have done.
Vlad: Nothing on this subject yet but I would strongly suggest I do not see any of it, my fangs have not been used in a while and I am gagging to bite someone.
Renefield: WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? I better not see any of it, NONE OF IT AT ALL!
Robin: I have a sentence that could describe Robin. Stupid, idiotic, vampire wannabe. He is eviler than Vlad though…
Jonno: I think I may vomit… There is only one use for that slayer and that is draining, if you even think about it I will show you what my fangs look like up close.
Erin: I WOULD NEVER DATE A SLAYER LET ALONE A FEMALE ONE!
I admit I have a soft spot for Wolfie but only because I am training him to be my evil pet.
One thing I am pleased with but I am not thanking you because VAMPIRES NEVER SAY THANK YOU!, my evil deeds you have written are not quite up to my standard but at least it isn't being nice. But I do not smirk at the end of every evil word I say, I manipulate the person first and if anyone keeps downgrading my words then they will find their next meal is their last, *smirks*
HAHAHAHAHHA!
I order you to make me the Chosen One, ME! Countess Ingrid Dracula, Princess of Darkness, Chosen One, Grand High Vampire, yes..! What a great title.
Now what are you waiting for WRITE MY CONQUERING OF THE UNIVERSE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Yours Evily
*Countess* Ingrid Dracula, Princess of Darkness, *Chosen One*, *Grand High Vampire*
PS: If I do not find the appropriate titles for me I will make your death painful when I conquer the world.
When the letter arrives
"NOO!" One writer wails "I shall never eat again!"
"Huh?" Another writer asks, incidentally the one who replaced the person who was eaten by hellhounds. "Why not?"
"She said that If I kept writing about her without doing what she wants my next meal shall be my last!" he stops to pant and hyperventilate. "And you know what she did, she smirked! SHE SMIRKED!"
"She's not going to hurt you here and they have a treaty!" Says a writer who is still reading the letter. "That's not one sentence about Robin, THAT'S TWO! THE PRINCESS OF DARKNESS HAS MADE A MISTAKE HAHAHAHHAHA! AND ANOTHER, SHE SAID THANK YOU! Just not in the way intended! HAHAHAHAHHAHA!" The writer promptly faints with excitement only to be dragged out of the room by two hypnotised breathers. Three guesses who hypnotised them.
"I think he just went insane," One of the writers says watching their friend be dragged away.
"I totally agree but he was wrong anyway." Says a female writer who wore a hood and stood in the shadows, it seemed she had fangs…