A Love Returned

Chapter 14

Ingrid couldn't believe it, Nothing was going her way at the moment. Well, she had Will back. She was forgiven for the deceiving plans she'd once created. Her family was actually complete for the first time since... since she'd first bitten her boyfriend.

Now here she was, fifty sharp wooden stakes pointed right at her.

She didn't know if Vlads powers could stop the stakes from impact, her powers certainly couldn't.

She held tightly onto Will, knowing that this could be the end.

Even if they were bringing back the dusted, if her whole family was dust, who would bring them back? Noone.

She gave Vlad a scared look and he glanced back, all hope drained from his face.

(Vlad's pov)

Vlad didn't have the power. He knew he could only do one helpful thing; either he could dust the council and let the stakes hit him.

Or he could destroy the stakes and have the while council come right at them.

Not much of a choice, huh? Be dusted or be staked. Lovely.

But there was one way, Vlad could sacrifice himself.

Unleash ALL his power; protecting his family, dusting the council and destroying the stakes.

But would they want him to do that? Would they rather be staked together? Vlad silently scolded himself for suggesting this, it sounded so selfish, but it was true.

The Count nodded at Vlad, Vlad knew his father could partly read his mind and knew what he was thinking.

"We'll go together," was the Counts response.

Ingrid and Will instantly understood, and all four of them formed a group hug as the council smiled, ready to force the stakes into them.

Vlad couldn't take it, he wouldn't let this happen.

"I love you all, bring me back somehow," he knew that wouldn't happen, only the council knew how to do so and they were about to be history. But he figured it would lighten the load for them.

His family began trying to persuade him otherwise as they readied for impact.

Vlad felt power surging through his whole body as a huge red supernova engulfed the mansion.

There was suddenly a huge gust of wind and the council members exploded, the stakes following.

Ingrid and the Count felt their arms drop down where they should have been on Vlads shoulders.

The Count let out a small scream as he looked down at the remains of his son.

At the dust that was once Vlad.