A Love Returned

Chapter 13

The Count woke in an argentilium coffin. As he tried to open it, his powers were useless. As he tried to telepathically call for help, the coffin blocked him.

He was a rat in a mousetrap.

"Let me out of here!" Corny as it sounded, he didn't have any other ideas.

Little did The Count know, his two children were directly below him.

"Let me out for I'll vomit on your precious coffin," he slapped his face for saying such a stupid thing. But it seemed to have had some effect, Ramanga pulled open the coffin lid, releasing a wave of fresh air into the Count's cage.

"You..." was all he could say, his face turned into an annoyed expression.

Ramanga looked pleased, "Not so mighty now, are we, Count Dracula?"

"Well I look much better than you, if that's what you mean," he was ready to play this with insults, "I can imagine your head being used as a toilet by stray bats."

Ramanga's face screwed up for a second, trying to understand what his captive was saying, he soon realised, "Your hair is full of dandruff!" Ramanga replied.

The Count bared his fangs, being quite offended by this remark. He felt his full strength return to him and before Ramanga could act, Count Dracula has imprisoned him in the argentilium coffin.

He could hear Ramanga rampaging around in the coffin, but he wouldn't be getting out any time soon.

Adze entered the room after hearing all the commotion.

The Count looked at her in disgust, he wouldn't allow her to get away with hurting both his children.

"You..." He pointed his finger at her, "Need to learn a lesson."

"Well I certainly couldn't learn anything from you!" She laughed.

It was meant to be an insult, but the Count used it to his advantage, "You certainly won't! Because you'll be in the same situation as your father... trapped!"

Adze began to turn into a bat, her best defense, but as she did so a heavy leather jacket was thrown on top of her.

She squirmed and tried to get out, but the leather was too heavy for a bat to get out from.

"Now you shall learn your lesson!" The count went into the storage cupboard, at first he was only going to lock her in there. But then he saw a big canister of garlic juice, a refil for the sprinklers.

"Perfect," he dunked the leather jacket with the female bat inside the canister and shut the lid on tight.

The Count wasn't too sure if she'd turned to dust yet, he wasn't even sure how she'd become industed in the first place, but he didn't really care.

As he walked down the hallway, examining his surroundings, his head suddenly filled with Vlad's voice.

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"I've got him!" Vlad shouted happily. Ingrid and Will exchanged happy glances at him as they cuddled in the corner. Vlad, having his back feeling better, had used his chosen one powers to heal her arms. Everything as going perfectly for her.

Vlad turned back to his telepathy, "Dad! Where are you? We're in the cells at the mansion. Are you alright?"

There was silence in the cell for a moment and suddenly the cell door opened with a crash.

It was Count Dracula holding a stake he'd found in the supply cupboard.

He smiled at Ingrid and nodded at Will, then sped over to his very surprised son.

"How did you get here so fast? Did you stake the guards? What's hap-"

"Vladdy, it's a very long story which I'd rather not waste time on. We really should get out of here."

They all made gladly made their way out of the cell.

But when they ran up the stairs they were greeted by the whole of the Vampire High Council... and fifty stakes flying right at them.