A Love Returned

Chapter 13

Ingrid sat up in bed, in her cottage. /Her/ special home.

She suddenly thought of the others, "Will

He sped in from the living room, "What?"

"They'll be wondering where we are."

"So? Let them wait," he said, but saw Ingrid's face, "Can't you talk to them telepathically?"

She considered this, "Alright."

Will leaned against the door post waiting for information about the others.

"Vlad?" She said in her mind.

No answer.

"Vladimir Dracula, answer me!"

Still no answer.

Was he blocking the link, why would he? Or was something wrong? Slayers maybe.

She looked up, "He didn't answer!"

"Don't worry, Ingrid. He's probably just trying to get a rest from you," He laughed.

"It's not funny, there could be slayers in the townhouse!" She was truly scared.

"Try someone else then."

Ingrid shut her eyes to focus, "Dad!"

"Ingrid..." He replied, much to her relief, "Is everything alright?"

"Vlad didn't answer me, is he in trouble?"

"I think the dying mongoose is gettin beauty sleep." The Count laughed, "Where are you?"

"The cottage," Ingrid replied, "I'm fine."

"Fine. Bye," he shut off the link.

Ingrid sighed, glad that everything was alright, and knowing that they wouldn't worry about her either.

"What did he say?" Will asked.

"Everything's fine."

"Good!" He went back into the other room.

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Erin was woken up by Artur crying.

She groaned.

Vlad stretched and groaned too.

"I thought we'd finally get a good sleep," she got up and walked to the crib, she saw Artur's face, "He's hungry."

Vlad sped down to the kitchen and gave her a bottle of milk.

Erin sat down on the end of the bed and tried to feed her son, but he coughed the milk back up.

Vlad saw this, "Check for fangs."

Erin forced open Artur's mouth, she sighed.

"He wants blood, then," Vlad frowned.

"No, we can't let him taste it at this age."

"He needs it," Vlad left and came back with a cup of blood.

Erin helped Artur drink it, he did so willingly.

"It's barbaric," she complained.

"I know. We'll have to get used to it."

Erin burped Artur and put him back in the crib, but the baby suddenly disappeared. They heard a crash downstairs.

"Artur!" Erin shouted and she and Vlad rushed into the dining room.

Among a heap of broken plates they saw their son's fragile body.

Had Artur sped there? Had some force thrown him there?

All they knew was that their son was badly hurt, if not dying.