Finally chapter 3! I do have to apologise for how long it's been but my writing schedule is nothing if not easily shot down by what amounts to the rest of my hectic life. I did warn you it would happen in the first chapter though.
Anywhoo, I do promise the fic will eventually get finished, all of my fics, will eventually get finished. However, that being said I can't make any promises as to how long that will take. (Constructive reviews with suggestions might speed it up though. :D)
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Dracula, any copyrighted plot lines, or show specific constructions. The characters should definitely come live with me though, I'd look after them way better. :P
Under New Management
Blinking in shock he stared at the purple drapes, mind reeling. Since when did Ingrid run the castle? What had happened to Dad? Where was Ingrid?
He realised he'd been slowly backing away from the draped throne towards the door and as the thought percolated down into his conscious he made the snap decision and ran. Twelve steps and he hauled the great entrance doors wide before he sprinted out into the night.
He got as far as the gate.
With a shuddering creak the great iron gates slammed shut just moments before he got there, the gargoyles' sinister laugh closing down on his chances of escape.
Without thinking about it he stepped sideways to avoid the gargoyles gooey spit shot and exhaled loudly, looking around himself at a loss, "Right, so what now then?"
The sound of fluttering fabric and rushing wind heralded an arrival to his answer, "So sleeping bratty finally woke up. Welcome back to the real world loser."
Vlad turned to look at his sister properly, "Nice to see you too Ingrid, what did you do with Dad?"
"Me?" Ingrid placed a delicate hand to her chest, an expression of mock surprise on her features, "Whatever would I do with that old idiot?"
"Oh I don't know, perhaps ram a stake through his heart! That sounds about your style. You seem to have done away with his stuff in the castle, why not him?"
Ingrid laughed, her high evil cackle cutting through the worry and anger that had been leading Vlad's actions up until now, "Oh brother, you're so cute when you're nasty." Smiling she stepped closer and placed a hand on his shoulder, "No, as much as Dad's pretty much useless at everything I do have to admit he knows how to run away. After the UV cage ran out of batteries he insulted me and buggered off, and quickly too, even I couldn't catch him."
For a moment she looked almost whimsical before the sneer slipped back into place and she spun around to walk back to the castle, purple and black cape fluttering in a wind that seemed to be for her alone, "Come on then little brother, the castle won't let you leave, and I can't kill you without the council coming down on me with their watchdogs, so I want you to come and see what I've been doing since you decided to go for a nap."
Without any other options open to him Vlad just followed along, still silenced by something akin to shock. His Dad had just run off, and he'd left him behind!
As soon as they were back in the throne room Ingrid held up one hand and snapped her fingers. The great table slid to the side of the room and her two cronies from school appeared with a flutter of fabric, "Girls, look who finally woke up."
Smirking evilly they made a mocking gesture of deference, "Hail the Wimpy One."
Vlad just grit his teeth and turned back to Ingrid, "You turned them? Were you lonely with no one to talk to?"
A moment later he found himself up against the wall with Ingrid's hand coiled painfully in his shirt front pressing against his chest, "Look loser, you're still here and alive only cause the council won't let me kill you, and the slayers won't let me move you, but this is my town now. I run things around here and I don't expect you to question me."
Very suddenly her hand was gone and he found himself on the ground as his legs buckled. Near him Ingrid was walking away in a regal manner when she looked to the girls, "Lock him in his room with his coffin, and tell Renfield to take him something horrid to eat. I haven't finished hunting yet."
And she was gone.
One of the girls promptly gripped him by the arm and forcibly dragged him back downstairs, despite his protests, while the other went to get Renfield.
When Renfield arrived shortly after with a fold-out table and rat-cockroach stew he could just tell, if he thought life was hell before, it had only been getting warmed up.