Vladimir Tod: Summer Screams

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Vlad walked down the streets of Bathory with his hands in his pockets and his eyes fixed to the concrete. He couldn't believe what he had done... He hurt his beloved Henry and he didn't do anything to stop himself... What scared him even more was that Vlad enjoyed it. He enjoyed feeding from the source and he wanted to do it again. Vlad slowed his steps when he heard his uncles coaxing voice in his head. Vladimir? Why did you run out of the house? Is everything alright? Come back, Vlad we can discuss about whatever's bothering you..
Otis you don't understand! I can't come back to the house.... I... Vlads thought process trailed off. What he saw he Almost could not comprehend. A man who looked no more than 30 years old was standing before him. He wore black leather pants, huge military boots, leather gloves, and to top it all off he wore a black t-shirt that exposed.... A cross tattoo.. On his left shoulder. Vlad gulped. Andre. As if reading his thoughts,(which was probably the case.) Andre gave him a sly smile."well well well. If it isn't the infamous Vladimir Tod. Funny running into you, master Pravus." Vlad gulped. "What do you want?" He had meant his voice to sound throating but it ended up coming out at a frightened whisper.
"Oh I think you know what I want all too well." And with that, he dashed to Vlad With a blur of vampiric speed and held a dagger in his hands. The same dagger... -Vlad gasped-that D'ablo had tortured him with his sophomore year. "I'm going to finish what my cousin started before he was murdered." Vlad resisted the dagger before it fell. Using vampiric strength, he flipped Andre over so now he was on his back with Vlad on his stomach. "You are a lot of things. But the Pravus is not one of them." Vlad knocked the ritual dagger out of his hands and hovered it over his chest with one hand, while with the other he held him down. Vlads eyes burned and he knew that they had flashed that iridescent purple again. He was glad. Vlad threw the dagger far away and began to throw punch after punch at the vampires face. He was just about to finish him off when he heard his uncles voice calling out to him. Not in his mind, but Otis was actually there. Vlad slowed and looked at him with tear filled eyes. "Otis...." Otis paused in front of Vlad and put a caring hand on his nephews shoulder. "I'll take it from here." Vlad shook his head. As much as killing Andre really appealed to him, the half human side of him(the Pravus is half human half vampire. His mother was human his father a vampire.) knew that killing wasn't right, and he felt guilty. He didn't have the energy to worry about what was right and what was wrong. He decided he had been through enough of the day and he weakly walked over to Henry and collapsed in his arms.
Otis punched Andre in the face again. The sun began to rise and he knew exactly what to do. He threw him into the Suns rays and listened to his bewildered screams. Satisfied, Otis descended to the shadows and walked home.
Vlad pulled himself away from Henry and looked into his eyes. "Henry... I have to-"
Henry cut him off. "Vlad, I know what you did. You fed from me... " Vlad let his black hair act like a curtain in front of his dark eyes to hide his tears. Henry continued."And... It's okay.. I love you, Vlad and I'll do anything for you.. I know you Didn't do that on purpose.. And it's okay.. I'm okay.. Please don't cry, baby I'm okay I'm okay.." Vlad had been through too much these past couple of days. He just wanted go home and camp out in front of the television. And fall asleep. Henry put his arm around him and they walked home in the shadows.