A Love Returned

Chapter 8

After being a breather, Ingrid laid off the biting a bit. She had bitten one or two, maybe three, but she was thirsty, and that's much better than her usual six or seven.

When she and Will arrived back home, Ingrid decided she needed to rest.

"We have to get a coffin," she told him, "The bed's getting slightly uncomfortable."

"Sure thing," he hadn't had to buy a coffin before, "Is there such a thing as a coffin shop?"

"In Transylvania there is, I could get a pretty nice one shipped out."

Wolfie was still on the bed, he roused when they walked in.

Ingrid was about to shoo him onto the couch, but she didn't have the heart, he looked too cute. She went in on one side and Wolfie snuggled into her lap.

Ingrid tried to go to sleep but she was in an uncomfortable position, she just lay there waiting for Wolfie to move. But he didn't, he just slept.

Eventually Will returned to the bedroom, after having dinner, and pulled Wolfie into the middle of the bed so Ingrid could actually sleep.

She thanked him and fully lay down, soon she began to drift off.

Will got in the other side, "Goodnight, mother bear."

There was that name again, it reminded her that there were four people in the room; Her, Will, Wolfie and her baby, "Sweet dreams."

She fell asleep.

Ingrid was sitting in a rocking chair, cradling a baby. It was obviously a girl, with the pink blanket wrapped around it. Not it, her.

"Clove," she whispered, "Go to sleep," she kissed the baby on the forehead, rocking back and forth.

Clove raised her arm to touch Ingrid's chin, then closed her eyes. The baby's soft breathing could be heard in the silent room. Then there was a huge bang, getting louder and louder, as if closer and closer. The room exploded, everything being destroyed except Ingrid. Fallen on her knees, she saw the bloody remains of young Clove, the pink blanket burning around her, her still body just laying on the ground. The banging continued.

Ingrid screamed very loudly, she woke up tangled in bedsheets, her face wet with sweat.

Will grabbed her, holding her close. Ingrid just stared into the distance. There was banging. Like in the dream... it had just been a dream, right?

"It's alright," Will hushed her, "It was just a dream."

Good, just a dream. Ingrid held tightly onto his arms, he kissed her forehead. Kissed her forehead. If she had been calming down she began to panic again. The baby...

"Just a dream," she told herself.

"That's right, just a dream," Will comforted her.

She did her best to nod.

But there was still banging.

Ingrid forced herself to get a grip, it had just been a dream. Not real.

"That noise..." She said.

Will looked at the door, "I know... well I don't know... what it is."

"Where's Wolfie?"

"He went onto the couch an hour after you fell asleep."

The banging got louder, Ingrid could swear that she heard some kind of shouting. Will must have heard it too, because he quickly got out of bed and sped down the hall, in the direction that it was coming from.

Ingrid followed, she didnt want to be alone.

Wolfie was constantly pounding on the hallway cupboard door, in his wolf form. He was trying to open it and must have thought he'd be stronger as a dog. But there was also a loud knocking coming from inside the cupboard.

Ingrid gripped onto Will's arm.

"Down, Wolfie!" He said. Wolfie stopped and sat.

Will grabbed the cupboard key off a shelf and unlocked it.

Instantly the cupboard door swung open and a misty figure sped out, so fast they couldn't make out what it was.

Wolfie whimpered slightly, Ingrid and Will watching in awe.

The mist turned into a vampire. Laying on the floor was Count Dracula.