Okay, so Chapter one of my fantastic (hopefully!) new fic, 'Let the Truth be Told.' Hope you enjoy, please check out my other story 'Betrayal and Trust'. I will try to post every Friday, but also sometimes in between if I can. As always, please R & R! AF xx
CHAPTER ONE – IN THE BEGINNING
Finally, the time had come. As far as he was concerned, everyone deserved the truth. Thinking of the almost fit of rage he got whenever anyone lied to him just bolstered his confidence. This had to be done now. If it wasn't, it would hang over his head for the next 60 years, and after that just turn into a wishful dream of 'what if?'
With a powerful surge, Vladimir Dracula threw open the does to his meeting room, known to the rest of the school as the assembly hall. The vampires in front of him all froze, looked slightly surprised at his choice of clothes. It looked as if he planned on a long journey. The Count wasn't pleased. Vlad nearly laughed at the irony: the Count always assumed he had a right to know every thought that passed through his sons head, but denied that the other council members were worthy of certain pieces of knowledge.
As far as they knew, nothing had changed. It had been the same thing as normal, the same pattern since Vlad's reign had started, 5 years ago to the day, not that any of them knew that. Only Erin and Bertrand knew the importance, emotionally, for Vlad.
In 5 years, Vlad had made more progress than anyone had expected. The slayers had turned from a group of nicely-named murderers into a sort of undercover police force. They even had a few vampire members. Almost all of these vampires were half-fangs that had been slayers. They didn't patrol, but had alarms. If a vampire bit a breather or slayer, or if a slayer (or ordinary breather) dusted a vampire, they would be dusted / killed on the spot.
Vlad and Johnno now met on a regular basis. They had become firm friends, but were both dedicated to their work. Unable to stop himself, Vlad had already asked Johnno's opinion on his decision. This point alone, Vlad knew, could anger the council enough to make them reject his idea before they had even heard it out. For mainly this reason, Vlad silenced all their queries with a single wave of his hand, and asked them to wait for a visitor. He assured him of their confidence they wouldn't object to this particular visitor, and gave them a nasty look that quite clearly said 'or else'.
As they waited, conversation in the meeting room slowly picked up, but only Bertrand would talk to Vlad. This was unsurprising. The Count and Ingrid were too far down the table for clearly talking to him, and anxiously weren't concerned enough to get up to speak to him. The rest of the council only spoke to him when they absolutely had to. Vlad sometimes laughed at them. No matter how much power he held, it was funny to see millennia old vampires scared by a teenager.
As his right hand man (that wasn't in his family), Bertrand got the seat right next to Vlad, and managed to understand why they were meeting long before anyone else. Vlad just finished explaining his reasoning, and Bertrand agreed, before Vlad stood up.
"Everyone." In that single word, the council fell silent. "Our guest has arrived, and I expect no adverse reaction to his presence." In particular, Vlad's gaze seemed to linger on the Count, who mocked looking betrayed with an expression that said 'as if I would'.
Before anyone could react, there was a slight breezed and Vlad vanished, presumably to fetch their 'guest'. In his absence, the murmured conversations started up again, the main focus being who the visitor was.
Bertrand didn't join in. He already knew who it would be. Instead, he listened to other people's random guesses, as none of them could sense the visitor nearly as soon as Vlad.