The Count still had the book under his arm as the group arrived at a small cottage on the outskirts of London.
Ingrid sat down, puffing, "Is this really necessary? Finding them in specific? We could use anyone."
"Vlad wouldn't want us to use an innocent person," the Count reasoned.
"He wouldn't want us to use Erin either, or even Malik," Ingrid said grudgingly as she placed her bag on the ground.
"We'll we've got no choice."
Will came back to join them after quickly scouting the cottage, "Imagine the odds of finding an abandoned house."
"Good, I'm tired out from all this travel!" Ingrid sped inside and crashed onto the bed.
"We'll I'm going to continue reading this book," The Count walked to into the kitchen and sat down at the table, reading the book.
"I'll just... stand here," Will said, being left alone. He picked up the bag Ingrid had left and put it inside. Then he walked up the street, watching the moon set, looking for any signs if danger.
The cottage was dusty and old, but vampires love that sort of decoration. It came equipped with a kitchen, bedroom, living room and bathroom.
As he read the book, the Count considered how nice it would be to just stay here. Having no worries, no reasons to be hunted. No one exempt themselves knew that they were here.
He had now grasped the basics of undusting: You had the sacrificial vampire hold the book open, the place the dust on the page and had them read the words.
He wondered how they'd get Malik or Erin to do this, they'd have to somehow be hypnotised. Perhaps that's the method the council used.
He closed the book, satisfied, leaving it on the kitchen table.
Then he checked on Ingrid, she was sound asleep. Although squirming at the strangeness of not being in a coffin.
He found himself walking into the living room and also laying down to nap on the couch.
Will returned to the cottage, having found no signs of danger and sat at the window staring at the peaceful world until the sun began to rise.
For the first two days that he'd been undead again, he hadnt quite felt that he'd belonged. But now he did. And he had to be strong for Ingrid.
He checked on the Count, noticing that he was no longer mumbling over the book, and lay down, wrapping his arms around Ingrid, and too went to sleep.
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A Love Returned
FanfictionLife seems to be going well for Ingrid until she is forced to make a choice. Her decision will decide the fate of all the Draculas. And as Vlad nears his eighteenth birthday, it only brings more complications.
