A Love Returned

Chapter 12

Erin pounded her fists on the door, "Someone let me out!"

She'd been in there for what felt like years, though it was probably only a few hours.

"Wolfie! Robin! Count!" She shouted, almost desperate.

Vampire or not, she was not enjoying the assortment of cobwebs and dust that had found its way into the cellar.

"Robin, what is the girl mumbling about?" Count Dracula said.

He, Robin and Wolfie had all been tied up in the kitchen, much to Vlad's enjoyment.

All they could hear of Erin's shouting was a quiet mumble coming from beneath them.

"How should I know?" Robin groaned, "No one bit me, so I don't have super powers."

"Oh... shut up, boy!" The Count looked over his shoulder at Wolfie, "How is it going?"

Wolfie was happily biting at the ropes, he found it quite fun and time passing; although he wasn't making any progress.

"Mm mopay mumfle mount," He tried to talk as he chewed.

Count Dracula dropped his head and sighed in frustration.

"Anyone care about me?!" Erin pounded on the doors once more and then gave up, "I guess not."

She walked over to a bottle of blood and stared at it, not knowing what else to do.

"Yes!" Robin heaved himself up, now standing. He thought that was quite an achievement considering that his hands were tied behind his back, "And I am up!"

"We don't care," The Count stated.

"Mes if poo!" Wolfie mumbled again, still biting at the rope.

Robin waddled up to the kitchen cupboard, leant in and tried to open it with his tongue. It didn't work. He did get a layer of dust on his tongue, though.

"Yuck!" He turned around and spat infront of him, a large ball of spit landed on Count Dracula's shoulder.

"Robin! You disgusting cockroach!" Count Dracula screwed up his face and threw a fireball at Robin.

Luckily Robin dodged and the fireball landed on the stove next to him, causing the stove plates to heat up and turn on. This caused the room to heat up a bit.

"That was close," Robin beamed, "Now if I can just reach that pancake mix up there," He eyed a jar on top of the cupboard.

Erin sighed and pushed her hands up against the ceiling, "Ouch!" She quickly stopped doing so.

The ceiling was hot, not just warm but hot. Like something was burning above it.

"The blood down here must get boiled," She said to herself and laughed.

The room was slowly getting warmer from the heated ceiling.

Wait. Erin suddenly had an idea, one that could help her.

'Whoever built the castle must have considered that this cellar would heat up,' She thought, 'They must have put in some sort of ventilation... a vent... an air vent.'

She smiled and eagerly began pulling cloths and paintings off the walls.

After about ten minutes, she found it in the left hand corner, carved into the wall that faced the outdoors. An air vent. Five perfectly round holes leading straight outside.

Erin pressed her eye up against the hole and looked for signs of daylight.

She didn't see any sun, but the moon wasn't exactly bright, so she'd have an hour or so before the sun rose.

Erin took her chance and used her vampire powers to turn into smoke, she floated out through the air vent.

The night breeze met her instantly, she felt her smoke form being pulled about in all directions.

Erin quickly turned back to her proper form to avoid any limb losses. She didn't want to have the smoke that contained her leg being blown away.

'I'm out,' Erin thought happily, 'Now to pay someone a visit.'

She had to find Vlad, she either had to make him pay for locking her up, or help good Vlad take back control over his reflection.

She hoped the second option would work out, but that would be a very difficult endeavour.