10. Epilogue (1/1)

firstly: how epic was the episode? very epic. ok done with the caps now.

secondly, this is the epilogue and the end. hope you've enjoyed the story! did you get which one it's an adaptation of? just curious. anyway, here's the epilogue. enjoy!

disclaimer: none of this is mine.

"vlad, if we're going to date, you should probably know… i'm not the marquis of anything, i never was. i never meant to take the title, but my sire… he's dust. this was his castle, i took it. he was… i couldn't let him… he couldn't be allowed to hurt you or ingrid." vlad frowned, taking this in, and bertrand could only wait for his judgement."so your sire was the one writing to dad all this time? he really did send you to be my tutor, you had to come?""i had to come because of the book. but no, all of that was me. i needed a sire – a half-fang without one… and mine didn't want to know which, all things considered, is for the best." he watched anxiously as the chosen one processed this information."well," vlad said at last, "when i'm officially grand high vampire, i'll have to see about formalising it." bertrand stared at him."i thought you'd be angry.""i thought you'd be relieved. maybe even grateful. i thought you might kiss me." bertrand had spent too long teaching the chosen one to let him be wrong about that.

it had been 8 months since bertrand had dusted his sire, and seven and a half since he'd come clean to vlad. now, after weeks of discussion, they were waiting for the count to make his way into the lounge at garside grange. when he did, it took him precisely twenty seconds to realise that something was up."what's going on?""we wanted to talk to you, dad, about this… trial dating thing." the count raised an eye

ow."i'm listening." vlad continued."it's not really working out, we don't want to do it anymore."

vlad's father sank into the nearest chair, a slightly puzzled frown appearing on his face."i see. and it all seemed to be going so well. do you mind if i ask why?" this time, it was bertrand who spoke."it's unnecessary. we want to

ing our engagement forward." before the count could even react, vlad had crossed the room to slip an arm around his former tutor, the marquis of carabas."bertrand proposed, and i said yes, and please don't tell me you've changed your mind, dad."

the count's frown lifted gradually into a

oad smile."finally! there are arrangements to be made, we have a lot to organise! where's your sister? how soon can we make this happen? renfield!" as his father began shouting orders and instructions, bertrand pulled vlad closer against him and dropped a kiss into his hair."i think he's alright with it."