Predetermined

Chapter 15 - Water Bottle

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Vlad spun sharply, facing Bertrand fully. He let out a hiss as he glanced down at the stake that was now pressed against his cold skin directly over his still heart.

Vlad looked upwards his eyes crimson red, they'd only been that colour twice in his unlife. Once when he actually gained his fangs and the other time when he allowed chaos to reign around the school.

Bertrand's hand didn't waver under Vlad's anger. He could bear it; he'd seen it before and faced it before.

"I'm sorry Vlad." Bertrand repeated. Vlad didn't accept it. He didn't have time for this at all. He clicked his fingers and the stake burst into flame.

Bertrand immediately let go of the stake and tackled Vlad, fully intending to fly back to the school with him. Vlad fell to the ground but Bertrand didn't count on his quick reflexes. Vlad kicked his legs upwards before he could fully grab him and send him flying over the top of him.

Bertrand gasped as he landed sharply on his back. Vlad stood slowly and looked down at his mentor, Bertrand shouldn't have tried to stop him.

Bertrand jumped upwards and tried to pin Vlad's arms to his side. Vlad dashed out of the way before Bertrand could touch him, he grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his mentor's back sharply. Bertrand gasped he didn't realise Vlad was so strong. Obviously Vlad had never let his powers increase to this level before in training.

His knees buckled and he landed on the ground with a jolt. He looked up at Vlad, his eyes watering instinctively at the painful sensations racing through his arm. Vlad's grip increased on Bertrand and Bertrand knew he wouldn't be able to escape Vlad this time.

Vlad looked at Bertrand, he hadn't wanted Bertrand to realise how powerful he actually was he wanted to keep his mentor guessing just in case he was betrayed.

The only think that prevented Vlad from turning Bertrand to dust was the fact that his mentor was obeying his father.

Bertrand tried to get Vlad to see reason; "You can't do this without thinking it through." Vlad had to think about everything before saving Erin. He couldn't risk getting killed over a breather; if he wanted this then he would need help.

"You don't want me to save her. You've always had a problem with Erin, trying to kill her from the moment you met her." Maybe that wasn't strictly true but he had a feeling

Bertrand shook his head, "She's always distracted you." Vlad couldn't afford distractions in his role amongst their kind.

"She didn't distract me until after you tried to get rid of her." It was true Vlad had constantly thought about her during training but it was only when he tried to pick though the lies they'd told him that he truly was distracted.

"She's not the right person to stand by your side, she doesn't know anything about our culture. You should be with a vampire not a mortal. Your sister would agree with me." Vlad let out a low growl.

"Do you know why Ingrid caused chaos in Stokely?" Vlad asked him, it was about time Bertrand actually checked his facts instead of making assumptions. "Ingrid lost Will, the breather she turned into a half fang. So don't you dare assume that you know how Ingrid feels about it."

Bertrand remained quiet. He looked at the young vampire in front of him and the window he knew Vlad had been gazing at.

"You love her?" Bertrand was resigned as he spoke.

Vlad's answer was obvious, "You know I do."

Bertrand shook his head he knew he wouldn't be able to talk Vlad out of this. "You think you can get her out tonight?"