Vladimir Tod: Summer Screams

Andre

"Garlic?" Otis mused. Vlad nodded. "I would assume it was garlic that got me feeling so weak all of a sudden. I was blacked out for all of it though. If its answers you need, you may have to ask Henry he saw who it was." As if summoned by the mere mention of his name, Henry walked in the house and took a seat next to Vlad, who couldn't help but smile. Boyfriend. He was dating Henry McMillian. THE Henry McMillan.. He was probably the most crushed on guy in the small town of Bathory and he was more then proud to call him his... Vlad got lost in his light blue eyes and snapped back to reality when Henry squeezed his hand to get his attention. Otis didn't miss a beat. "Did you see who attacked Vlad?" Henry looked surprised at the sudden question being thrown at him but Vlad noticed a hint of pain and sorrow flash his features as he began to speak. "Yeah... his face was covered so I didn't get a good look. I did happen to notice a really big tattoo on his left shoulder... It looked like a cross, but it was dark. I can't be sure." Otis froze. All the color drained from his face, making Vlad gulp. "Uncle Otis... Who was it that attacked me?"
"Your going to find this hard to take, but He is cousins with D'ablo." Now it was Vlads turn to panic. D'ablo. Vlad knew that name all too well. He had been a pain in his ass since the eighth grade because he had a filthy obsession with trying to claim Vlads status as the Pravus. (The first vampire born and not  created and his destiny is to reign over vampire kind and to enslave the human race.)  D'ablo had been the cause of so much pain and loss in Vlads life and he was not happy to deal with his cousin... If Andre was anything like him, he would stop at nothing to get what he wants, which is Vlads blood. Vlads panic stricken thoughts were interrupted when Henry squeezed his hand and motioned toward the front door.