A Love Returned

Chapter 2

Ingrid woke up in a mess. Her hair was strewn with dry vomit and she looked like a zombie. The mirror must have been rigged. Or maybe she looked like this every day and she just couldn't tell, having no reflection and all. No way, she was beautiful. Except when she vomited. Poor Will, having to put her to bed. He was still sound asleep, luckily, so she could clean herself up before he woke. 

Ingrid grabbed her clothes and got changed, she washed her hair the best she could with no shampoo, and sat down to drink some blood. When it touched her lips it tasted absolutely disgusting.  

"Yuck!" She spat out what she could, but some slowly made its way down her throat. She had obviously lost her appetite for blood. 

She quickly went over the kitchen sink and filled up a glass with water. Much better. The icky blood taste soon got washed away. 

"I got woken up when someone shouted Yuck!" Will walked in, making a funny face when he said yuck. 

Ingrid laughed and apologised for waking him. 

"You feeling better?" 

"Yep," she poured him a glass of water, "Trust me and stay off blood." 

Will took the glass, "Yeah, breathers don't enjoy drinking it." 

"To us, and may we get used to breathing," they clinked their glasses together. 

They were suddenly interrupted by a loud knock at the door, followed by whining. 

"It's Wolfie!" Ingrid got up, remembering her dusted father. She ran to the door, no longer being able to speed, and opened it. 

Wolfie held up a plastic shopping bag, inside were The Counts clothes, and Ingrid presumed his dust was also in their. 

"He just dropped to the ground!" Wolfie was crying, whining and yelping at the same time. Ingrid wrapped her arms around him and just stood there for a few minutes. 

Will knew that Wolfie would need a place to stay, as Ingrid comforted him, Will got together some blankets and pillows; making a makeshift bed on the couch. 

He walked over to them, the bag was on the ground. 

Ingrid looked at him desperately while she hushed Wolfie. He took the bag and locked it in a cupboard, where no one could see it and where it would be safe. 

He went back and hugged the two. 

"You can stay here Wolfie," Ingrid reassured her half brother. 

He snuffled, "Thanks.... but what happened?" 

Ingrid tried to smile, to portray that she wasn't so upset, "You know the mirror at the school? It was smashed-" 

"The big one with the horn statue guys?" 

"Yeh, well because it was smashed. We aren't vampires anymore, we are breathers, so dad... Uncle Count... he was..." 

Will finished for her, "In breather years he was really old, so he just died." 

"Oh," Wolfie stopped crying now that it wasn't such a mystery, "Does that mean that I won't become a vampire?" 

Ingrid shook her head, "You're part of your mothers bloodline, you're safe." 

"That's ok, I guess..." Wolfie was a dog, he knew when people were sad. He knew his big sister was really upset, and he had to try and make her feel better. To do that he had to be happy himself. 

Wolfie got out of the group hug and stood tall, "I'll be a really good vampire," he forced a smile. 

Ingrid grinned in Will's arms, she was happy that Wolfie was ok. 

Will also stood up and helped Ingrid. "I made a temporary bed for you on the couch." 

"Thanks!" Wolfie ran into the living room. 

"Thankyou," Ingrid said to Will. 

"For what?" He replied. 

"Just for being there," she smiled. 

"My pleasure." 

She looked down, "Maybe we should check on Erin and Vlad." 

"We can't speed. It would take at least an hour to get there. Can't we just call them? Or whatever breathers do." 

"None of us have a phone, silly," she giggled. 

"Right. Ok, in the morning. When the suns out, we'll catch a bus or something." 

"Sun..." Ingrid imagined the warm rays of light hitting her back. 

They made their way back to the kitchen, past Wolfie who was sleeping huddled up in the blankets, Ingrid opened up the cupboard. There was nothing except two cans of spaghetti. The rest was vampire food; blood soup, blood pig, blood everything really. 

"This is all useless," Will grabbed the bin and threw everything in it, except the spaghetti.  

"I wonder if there's a supermarket around here." 

"There will be near the others, we'll have to a stock up tomorrow." 

"We need a car," Ingrid laughed at the thought. She's never tried to drive, she'd never needed to. 

Will read her thoughts, "I used to drive around my Uncles farm." 

"You on a farm?" Ingrid teased, "I can't imagine that!" 

"Yeh well. Anyway, cars cost money. We can't hypnotise the salesmen anymore." 

"Good point..." She shuddered, "I'll have to get a job." 

"Being a breather is going to be very hard. Maybe we can get some vampires to bite us, become half fangs." 

"No!" Ingrid shut the cupboard doors and sat down at the table, "I'm not being a half fang." 

"I was a half fang!" Will joined her at the table. 

"But I bit you, there's a difference."