A Love Returned

Chapter 10

A whole hoard of disappointed and exhausted vampires re-entered the room.

"We could not find The Chosen One anywhere," An Irish clan leader spoke for them all.

The Count screwed up his face, he had no idea what the man had just said for his accent was so heavy that it was impossible to understand.

"Whatever you just said," The Count began, "It isn't important and you can go home."

Erin stepped forward just before the vampires were about to do just that and go leave.

"Did you find Vlad?" She asked.

The clan leader was about to speak, but a much younger vampire pushed him aside and started to say, "No. He's disappeared. Completely."

"Where are you?" She said to herself.

Wolfie, now in his human form, twiddled his thumbs with a guilty look on his face. After turning back he had forgotten to tell them a piece of vital information.

"Umm..."

Erin turned to face him, as did everyone in the room, "What is it?"

"I forgot to say.... I sniffed out Vlad, you know- as a wolf, and... he's underground. Like... not literally under us, but somewhere under the ground."

There were a lot of groans and sighs passed around the building.

"Sorry," Wolfie cringed.

"It's okay, thankyou for remembering," Erin gave him a hug.

"We are not getting involved in this," The Irish clan leader said.

Several of his clan nodded in agreement, everyone else looked at him, confused.

In the end all the party guests sped back to their coffins, leaving the Draculas and Robin alone again.

"Now what do we do?" The Count said, throwing his arms in the air, "I need blood... Renfield!"

"Renfield disappeared ages ago," Erin replied.

"That no good toad!" Count Dracula sped over to a table and poured a glass of blood himself.

Robin, after a long silence, said, "It was that vampire. He took Vlad."

"Well done, Robin!" The Count exclaimed half way through a gulp, so that blood seeped out of his mouth, "But unfortunately we don't know where the man took him!"

"Yes we do. He took Vlad underground," Robin grinned.

"Robin," Erin sighed, "You are not being helpful."

He made a face at her, "Well since you're acting like my mother, how do I help, then?"

"I don't know," Erin waved her hand dismissively, "Go see if Artur's okay or something."

"Fine," Robin began walking up the stairs, swishing his cloak around as he did so.

The Count placed down his now empty glass and used his sleeve to wipe the blood off the front of his shirt, although it still left a noticeable red stain.

"Let's get to it, then!" He clapped his hands together," Let's go find Vladdy!"

Erin looked at the large wooden front doors, they were now wide open.

"I don't think we have to," She whispered, frightened, as two strong hands clasped around her neck.

Vlad.

"Cooperate, darling Erin," He hissed, "Or I snap your pretty neck."