83. Wait (1/1)

i have no idea. i suppose i was just thinking about characters who've never actually met and blam, this happened. enjoy. mentions of slash.

spoilers for up to 4x09.

disclaimer: none of this is mine.

bertrand stared around him in shock."i know what you're thinking," said a voice behind him, "there is an afterlife for vampires after all." he turned slowly to face the speaker, a little disappointed that there didn't seem to be a way back."actually," he admitted with a frown. "i hadn't got to that yet. i'm still a bit stuck on where did the stake come from?" the other man sighed."oh, yeah. i'd forgotten the am-i-dead stage. been here a while, see." he glanced around as if looking for something. "i got a talking ball of moonlight to explain all this to me when i arrived, but it looks like whoever's in charge is going to leave me to explain."bertrand frowned."go on, then. i don't suppose you can tell me why i'm dust?""i'm afraid not. but i can tell you why you're here. and then i think i might punch you. but i'll explain first." bertrand gave the boy - for it was barely more than a boy speaking to him thus - a long, appraising look before raising an eye

ow, unimpressed."i wouldn't advise you to try punching me, even if i understood why you wanted to. please do explain.""you're here because you're in love with a dracula, and they love you back. which means we've got a problem, because ingrid's-""all yours," bertrand assured him, "i have absolutely no interest in her whatsoever. you must be will."

will - because when had bertrand ever been wrong when it came to dracula-related facts? - frowned at him."then why are you-? oh." his eyes widened. "vlad?" bertrand thought about it for a moment."apparently so." he frowned right back at him. "i hadn't thought... i expected, given recent... i didn't think i could love anyone, let alone someone who treated me like this." will nodded understandingly."yeah, ingrid could be a bit hard to deal with sometimes.""vlad... i think vlad was holding the stake." will had no answer for that. after a moment, bertrand seemed to reach his own conclusion. "but i do."

"if it's any consolation, the fact that you're here... he must love you back. although i have to say, he's got a funny way of showing it." bertrand nodded.

"so... what do we do, here?" will shrugged."we wait. for them to join us." bertrand sighed and sat down, making himself comfortable."let's hope we're waiting a long time." will seemed puzzled by this, but then he thought about it. he didn't want ingrid to die any time soon. he settled down himself."so, ingrid... how is she?" bertrand smiled sadly."she doesn't talk about it much, but she misses you."

nothing else about the world of the living and the undead seemed important, once he knew that; they turned their conversation towards getting to know each other.

after all, they were hoping to be stuck with each other for a very long time.