1. Chapter 1 (1/1)

random thing that sprung to mind earlier when someone

ought up bertrand/erin. which this is decidedly not. however, vlerin fans may wish to stop reading at the end of this chapter. you've been warned, i say no more.

disclaimer: show = not mine. this travesty of a story = mine. got it? good.

"no, vladdy! you can't keep a

eather hanging around the school. perhaps if she was a vampire you could keep her as your mistress, but she's not, so it's out of the question." the count's mind was made up, and there was no altering it.

vlad stormed off to his room, stopping only to give bertrand a despairing look, a plea for some kind of solution."there's got to be some way, any way. i just want erin." then he was gone.

bertrand had checked all the books, he'd quizzed the count, he knew exactly what was acceptable and what wasn't for the chosen one's domestic arrangements. but he thought that maybe, just maybe he'd found a way that the two star-crossed lovers could be together after all. he wouldn't tell vlad until he was sure it had worked.

"erin, you must be missing the slayer training exercises." she frowned suspiciously at him, but nodded all the same. "would you like to train with me?" for a few awful moments he thought she was going to refuse, but then she nodded and followed him down to the training room.

they worked for about forty minutes before bertrand made his move, erin gradually relaxing around him as he put her through her paces, then showed her a few of his kendo moves. predictably, she asked him to teach her, and allowed him to put his arms around her to correct her grip. in a flash of fangs, she was his, caught in his grip as her blood flowed and he concentrated very hard on making it a nice, clean turning.

"vlad?" she stood in the doorway of her boyfriend's room, nervous all of a sudden as he turned and his eyes locked onto the bitemark on her neck. bertrand watched his reaction carefully as she continued speaking. "i can stay with you now."

the chosen one stared at her for several long moments, then his eyes met bertrand's and he nodded curtly in thanks. he left them to their eternity.