Chapter 4: What the?
"Get out of here Vlad," Ingrid just managed through gritted teeth. She stood next to Robin's sleeping body; Vlad couldn't see her face because of the darkness. This was the ultimate revenge, thought Ingrid, killing Robin. For some reason Vlad actually cared what happened to the breather, this would really hurt him. She didn't care, she thought of it as revenge against him.
Vlad however, found his sister's threatening tone laughable. He was grand high vampire for goodness sake, no one could stop him. Especially not his sister.
"Oh Ingrid, I am grand high vampire and you know it! You know that you can't stop me doing anything, and you know that I am stronger than you and could defeat you with a single blow!" Vlad said, he would never have said anything like this when he was still a weak little mortal but now he felt strong, confident. He was still Vlad, still a hopeless little breather lover, but that was part of the reason he was stopping Ingrid now. The other was he didn't want to be found out. He didn't want pain for Robin's mum and dad.
"Really? We'll see about that worm brain!" Ingrid snarled, Vlad could sense that she was prepared to kill him, her own brother just for revenge. But killing Robin and everyone Vlad cared about would be a lot worse, he would have to live to see them go.
She smirked at Vlad and put one arm out, flaming fireballs came shooting out of her hand at Vlad, he narrowly escaped the first but the second flew into his arm and left a hole in his shirt sleeve. He swore under his breath, surprised that Ingrid was so strong, but knew that he was stronger. He was Grand high vampire; no one could ever defeat him.
The fight went on for about two minutes until Vlad realized the terrifying truth. Ingrid was winning. How could this be? Was it her anger and fury? Probably. But the important part was that Ingrid was about to rip him to shreds and he had no way to stop her.
Ingrid however was thrilled. Some grand high vampire he was. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Robin wake up and sit up in bed. "Vlad? Oh, hi Ingrid..." he spoke to her in the same admiring tone he used always, even when she was about to kill his best friend. Obviously Vlad's little hypnotism trick hadn't worked on him. That was the trouble with dirty little breathers, you became too familiar... she was glad that his parents were in a trance, if she had to bite them and they joined the vampire clan she would most probably run away.
Vlad was nearly dead, he lay on the floor just waiting for her to deliver the death blow and end his breather hugging life...
"INGRID DRACULA!!!!!!!!"