1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

have some bizarre. it's a bit rambly, but there we go. part 2 to follow.

don't own.

the count sat in his throne and sulked. bertrand, with his rolling 'r's and wavy hair... the man was an irritation, nothing more. so why couldn't he stop thinking about him?

it had been centuries since the count had been with another male, and he didn't know why that should change now. he couldn't deny, however, that his son's tutor was a fairly attractive specimen of vampirehood, and it had also been a while since he'd got any sort of... 'action', at all... perhaps he should seek a meeting of convenience between the two of them.

he cornered bertrand in the training room, where the younger vampire was pummelling a punchbag as if it had personally offended him. he turned,

ushing a stray curl off of his face, and waited to hear why the count had entered his personal domain."bertrand. i have a proposition for you."

bertrand didn't take in much after that. this had to be some kind of a joke; the dracula family were toying with him."did ingrid put you up to this, or was it the other way round?" the count raised an eye

ow, confused. "you're the better actor, at any rate – it was obvious she was just messing with me. should i expect a visit from vlad later?"

"i was being serious, bertrand. consider your answer carefully."the tutor frowned. "forgive me; i make a policy of avoiding personal attachmen-""attachment has nothing to do with it." count dracula scoffed. "no strings, just... convenience."the other vampire shook his head slowly. "i'm sorry. i'm flattered, but no."

the count turned on his heel. "fine. i'll find my fun elsewhere." he left in a huff, and bertrand wondered what on earth had just happened. first ingrid had sought him out with some ridiculous line about how he would be the perfect partner in crime, among other things, and now the count was hitting on him. he lashed out at the punchbag again, but turned almost immediately at the sound of yet another interruption.

"frustrated?" the innocent tone of enquiry could only have come from his student. bertrand shrugged, rolling his shoulders slightly to ease the tension in his muscles. vlad wandered casually across the room, running his hand lightly along the wall as he passed it, watching his fingers trail over the stone as he spoke. "i'll have to have a word with my family. i heard everything."

of course, vlad had said something about working on using his senses to best effect. bertrand had assumed that was an excuse for his charge to slope off and read comics, but it seemed that he was taking this whole chosen one business seriously at last."i suppose i should be flattered, although i think ingrid was just toying with me.""oh, no, she was toying with me. she knew how i'd react. dad, though, he's just bored." the chosen one wrinkled his nose in distaste. "i'd rather not think about it too much."