A Love Returned

Chapter 6

Eleanor, one of the werewolves, was bandaging Ingrid's wrist. She didn't dislike him as much as the other wolves. He was being gentle and didn't seem to want her painfully destroyed.

"I hear your brother is very powerful," He broke the silence that had filled the small wooden hut.

"Yes he is," Ingrid replied stubbornly, she was holding onto a grudge. She knew it wasn't fair to Vlad, it wasn't his fault. But at the same time; if he hadn't lost control of his stupid reflection, she wouldn't have had to help him and she wouldn't have gotten staked.

Eleanor, being a wolf, read her bitter emotions. He finished wrapping the bandage and picked up a clip to hold it in place, "Is something wrong?"

She chuckled, "I'm being held prisoner and my wrist is hurt. Yeah, just another days work."

"Anything else?" He eyed her suspiciously and let go of her arm, having now applied the bandage.

"Nothing I want to tell you about," Ingrid stood up from the bench she was sitting on and walked over to the locked hut door, "What are you going to do with me?"

"You're being held ransom. We're just going to keep you here until the price is paid."

"And if it's not?" She wrapped her arms around herself, being careful not to bend her wrist.

Eleanor looked away from her, "You get cooked. But I don't think you're in a state where you'd care."

She glared into the forest, "I might care. Not every vampire wants to be eaten by rotten dogs."

Eleanor laughed slightly, "I don't really like your sense of humour."

"And I don't like yours. Why don't you just let me out of here?"

"You really think I'm that stupid? The werewolf walked over to Ingrid and grabbed her good arm, "I don't want to hurt you, but we wolves are very sensitive. We don't like being insulted, and when we are we strike back hard," He pulled her to the ground, so she was kneeling infront of him.

"If you want me to beg for forgiveness, I won't. I didn't call you stupid, and if you think I did then you need to get your ears checked!" She looked him straight in the eyes, venom on her voice.

"There it is again," Eleanor said sharply, "You keep implying things. But why am I explaining things to you!" He kicked her legs and she stumbled slightly, only having one arm to keep balance with, "Beg!"

"Never!" Ingrid shouted loudly.

"I'll have to kill you!" Eleanor shouted in return, "Beg!"

"Are you deaf!? I said never!"

She sensed other vampires approaching and formed a wide smile on her face.

"Brave words, vampire. That smile shall be your last," Eleanor flexed his hands and formed claws, then slashed them at Ingrid's face.

Ingrid shrieked slightly as she felt his sharp claws cut her cold flesh. Dark, vampire blood oozed from the deep cut all across the left side of her face.

"You will pay for that, your time has come," She hissed.

Eleanor raised his hands to strike again, but suddenly flew back against the hut walls. Blasted back by an invisible force. The werewolf slid down the wall and lay on the ground, motionless.

"Come in!" Ingrid shouted, putting her hand over her face to stop the blood pouring out. It hurt, but it shielded the pain she was feeling inside.

Vlad, Erin, The Count, Will and Vaine (who had been hypnotised by Erin) all ran into the hut. Vlad showed no mercy, he went straight over to Eleanor and drove a sharp knife into his heart. The wolf let out a whimper and breathed his last breath.