Full Summary: Vladimir Dracula has taken his rightful place as the Grand High Vampire and the vampire world is now in peace. Garside Grange is quiet, Wolfie being the only teenager of the family living there. The young werewolf is now going on sixteen, and starts thinking of what will happen if he looks in the Blood Mirror. Will he become something as great as his brother? Wolfie makes up his mind, and soon he finds out that his decision is going to turn the vampire world upside down. Set some years after season 4 watch out for spoilers
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Prologue
The Grand High Vampire was sitting on his throne, chin leaning against the palm of his hand, a pensative expression on his face. His leer was lost somewhere far away, as his teeth gritted together. The storm was howling outside the windows of his castle for the third day now, rain ticking against the glass. It was like the weather would have been reflecting his feelings.
"Is something wrong your Highness?" asked the tall man standing on his left side. Vlad sighed as he impatiently waved his hand. Fleance Gaspar. Why had Vlad ever chosen him? Well, the answer was all too obvious when he looked at Fleance's clear blue eyes, dark curls, and the uniform he was wearing, and thought about his appropriate behaviour and advices. Fleance was a good advisor and a loyal vampire, but he wasn't Bertrand. He could never replace Vlad's former tutor. Again, at that thought Vlad felt the pain torning his insides. The guilt for what he'd done, was unbearable. He curled his fingers around a tiny hourglass with silvery dust inside it, that hanged in a chain in his neck. That little part of Bertrand's ashes was the only thing left of his tutor along with Sethius' finger. It burned Vlad's fingers as he held it, but probably it was just his imagination.
"Can't you feel it?" Vlad asked, rising his gaze to the ceiling. Fleance stood in silence for so long, Vlad had to glance at him to make sure he still was present. The advisor looked slighty concerned.
"Yes I can. I've been sensing it since the messenger came", he whispered. Vlad nodded, sinking back in his thoughts. Something big was about to happen. It was like a heavy presence hanging in the air, creating a slightly disturbing atmosphere. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he was; something was coming.
"It would be better to call the captain here Fleance", Vlad said then. "Whatever it is, it's going to make a mess"