All Over Again (A Young Dracula Fan-Fiction)

Note: Young Dracula is not owned by me. I have written this fan fiction for the simple enjoyment and pleasure of reading for my Wattpaders. Also, don't forget to watch Young Dracula, it happens on CBBC or ABC3. Enjoy... xoxo -Wishi

Vlad's POV

The day seemed long and monotonous as Jonno pushed me along my never- ending training. The bolts surged through my veins as I incinerated the paper into nothing but ashes. Thunder roared outside and Ingrid still hadn't returned from The Dark Forest as she promised. 

"Vlad, you must remember to clear your mind when you are bolting," Jonno advised. However, all that was on my mind was Ingrid. She should've been back 10 minutes ago. I shouldn't have let her go. Jonno whizzed downstairs and grabbed a bottle of fresh blood. "Something to refresh your system." Jonno mentioned. 

I sat there, on my throne waiting for my sisters arrival. 30 minutes... 1 hour... 2 hours... 5 hours...

No sight of my sibling.

"She ran away. It's the only solution." Jonno continuously said. I denied the fact she alienated the people she loved. Suddenly, the door slammed open. I flitted downstairs to see Connor. With him was a girl in ragged clothes and a slitted leg.

"INGRID!" I yelled as I assisted her to Renfield's table. "I thought you were dead."

"I would never leave you, Vlad. I just got chased by a few rebels. That's all."

I was infuriated. "They dare touch you!? I will kill them." Connor didn't react to my threat. Tears plummeted out of his golden eyes. 

"Save her." Ingrid turned to face Connor and kissed him. She told him not to worry and that everything would be fine. She spluttered a cough and croaked a few words, not knowing whether she'll live to see us again: I LOVE YOU. ALL OF YOU.

Then, her eyes remained open as she lay her head on the pillow supporting her body weight. The gash on the right leg inflated like a mosquito's bite on a summer's day. Her clothes were torn like a pack of werewolves ripped her limb from limb. Only time will tell if Renfield could make the correct antidote to the contact between her skin and the lethal werewolf spittle.