Ingrid Dracula is the princess of darkness. That's who she is, who she will always be. At least, that's what she thought. But as she looked at the pile of dust that used to be her mother she was reminded of just how easy it is to die. "Mum" She cried under her breath. She looked up at her father who looked remarkably pleased with himself. "You killed her" She said, her voice trembling. "Why do you care?" He asked, "Never mind, I don't care". Vlad sat on the lounge, just staring at the ash. "Dad, think about what you've done" Vlad said, holding back his tears. The satisfaction that the count got from his children's hatred was pure evil. "Magda, you will not be missed" He says in a cheerful tone. "I'm all alone" Ingrid said to herself. She felt a hand on her shoulder,
"I'm here for you" Vlad said sympathetically.
"I feel so much better" Ingrid said sarcastically.
"Oh how touching" The count said, continuing with the sarcastic speech, "Stop, please, you're making me cry". Ingrid looked up at him, her stare burning. The count, for the first time, felt worried. Had he gone too far? 'She may be a girl, but she still has my blood, she's capable of anything' The count thought.