Kid Dracula and his 3 bats was asleep on his bed room floor, his hands had cuts and tiny little wounds on them. He was laying next to a pile of wood and tools that he swiped from his fathers workers.. one of the bats was even asleep on a piece of paper that had darck's exact measurements on it and next to the pile of wood was half of a poorly built coffin he was trying to make for darck.
Darck had been wanting to check on Adrian ever since he showed great concern the other night. So, the half breed slid through the shadows, easily arriving at The Count’s demon castle and fazed out of the stone wall.
The sight that greeted her was… Adorable, to say the least. The vampire child had tools scattered about, wood here and there. And he had certainly worked hard to get what he had done. Albeit a bit unpracticed and messy. Him and his bats put some real effort into it. Surely, the Count and his minions would notice missing supplies and tools.
Softly, the woman moved closer and knelt down. Taking each of Kid Dracula’s hands in her own, and kissed each and every cut or scratch. Easing them closed with each touch. It was easy, really, considering he was a full blooded Nosferatu, and these were only simple wounds to treat.
Very carefully, she picked the boy up, and his bats as well. Craddling them gently as she walked over towards his own coffin. Laying the boy inside and the bats to sleep with him. And only left the lid open a crack, just enough in case those flying creatures needed out.
And with that, she slipped back into the shadows, returning to her office.
