A Love Returned

Chapter 3

The Count woke when he suddenly felt a huge urge for blood.

He realised it had been quite a while since he'd had a good drink and he needed blood, now.

He crept down the hallway and out the front door, he quickly stepped back inside, smoking.

"Curse you sunlight!" He shouted, annoyed.

He received a strange look from a lady walking past, he smiled at her and she began walking towards the cottage.

Hypnotism.

This have the Count a whole new idea.

He bared his fangs, getting a very good feed from her. But he didn't completely kill her, he would let her live, as a half fang. For a little while at least.

He let go of the hypnotism, as she was now loyal to him.

She rubbed the spot on her neck, confused, and looked at The Count.

"I need you to come inside and help me, now!"

She obviously didnt like his tone, no matter how loyal she was.

The half fang ran in the opposite direction from him- into the sun.

She exploded in a pile of dust.

"Gah! You idiot!" He scolded the pile of dust from the shadows, then brushed them away so Ingrid wouldn't see.

She wouldn't be happy if her tried to sacrifice an innocent when she knew Vlad wouldn't want that.

At least Count Dracula had quenched his thirst.

He heard a stir from the bedroom a quickly sped back to his sofa, Ingrid and Will appeared beside him.

"Enjoy your meal?" Ingrid asked, her arms folded.

"I haven't eaten," The Count said guiltily.

"I could smell blood, I thought you might have been thirsty, nothing to be ashamed of," she looked at he father, accusingly.

"Maybe I had a bite..."

Ingrid grinned, "You can't hide anything from me."

The Count looked at the book, then back to his daughter. He could hide things from her.

But she saw him looking, "You didn't try?"

"Of course I tried," he let out, "I don't care who I sacrifice! I want my heir back!"

She rolled her eyes, "Dad! You will get him back! But you can't go creating lots of half fangs until one succeeds!"

Will walked out of the room, leaving them to quarrell.

He too needed blood, but it could wait. He'd go hunting with Ingrid when night fell. That would be soon.

But until then he decided to tidy up the cottage a bit. Make it more homely. Who knows how long they would be living there?