Chapter 2: Saved by the little one
Ingrid was sitting hunched up on her bed when the door flew open and a fuming, seething Count Dracula walked, no ran in and started screaming at her.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN UPSET ME SON AND HEIR AND GET AWAY WITH IT? WELL YOU'RE WRONG, YOU, INGRID, ARE A GIRL AND YOU DO NOT KNOW YOUR PLACE!"
Her continued to shout at her, annoying, his tone grated against her nerves. Little did the Count know that every word he screamed at her would make a lasting mark, and that they stung and cut her confidence to bits. Little did he know that Ingrid would one day have revenge on him.
Ingrid covered her ears in an attempt to block out his ranting and concentrate on ways to have revenge on her family. But she couldn't block him and completely, she was about to start crying but knew that truly evil vampires never, ever let anyone see them upset. Besides, if she showed any sign of being a bad vampire he would only use it against her as a reason to deny her acknowledgement for her bad deeds.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a little movement and heard the door creak open slightly to reveal a sniffing Vlad clutching a cuddly bat in the doorway.
Her father's immediate reaction was to flit over to his son, Vlad Vlad Vlad, that's all he ever thought about. He started fussing over him but Vlad just said, "Daddy, you know you're telling Ingrid off for," sniff, "burning my new cape, well she didn't really you know, I made it up, I threw it away," sniff, "because I didn't like it, and blamed Ingwid," he said, jabbing a sticky finger at her.
Ha ha, Ingrid thought, her childish mind guessing what would happen next. Vlad would be in biiig trouble and Ingrid would finally be recognised! So she was surprised by what happened next.
"Oh, well done Vladdy my boy! I knew you would turn out bad someday!" dad hugged his son and "rightful heir to the Dracula throne" tightly.
Ingrid was confused. But he had yet again showed that he was not a proper vampire, not evil at all!
"But daddy, I was bad! I fwew away my cape daddy! Aren't you angry wiv me?" Vlad was confused too know. His babyish tone was even more annoying than dad's angry one.
"But no my son, you proved that you were evil by blaming your sister! If only you hadn't told me... I would have something to punish her for," dad cried happily.
"That's not fair dad! I'm the evil one here and you know it! You're being mean to me because you hate me!" Ingrid cried indignantly.
"Oh Ingrid," Dad sighed, "Vlad is my favourite because he is a boy," he said, perfectly calm.
"Grrrr!!!!" Ingrid screamed, and stormed off. As usual.