Disclaimer, I do not own Vladimir tod, or any of the characters past the ones I come up with.
This fiction takes place after Twelfth Grade Kills.
All rights belong to Heather Brewer.
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A dark cloud hung over Stokerton University, making it look like an evil, deserted castle. A dark figure sat behind a crystal ball, running her hands around the orb, watching as clouds and lights appeared, illuminating her features. Two other figures stood, there lean bodies illuminated by the lights. In amongst the clouds, a boy appeared. He was well known vampire, and very powerful.
Well, half vampire anyway.
"This is Vladimir Tod, I presume?" spoke one of the male figures, kind, but stern. In one instance, Vlad was sleeping, his black hair falling over his eyes as he turned over. With a flicker, the next scene was of Vlad this year at New Years' Eve, controlling all of vampires, slayers, and humans, with but his voice.
"Yes. He is the Pravus." Spoke the female behind the crystal ball, sounding much like the witch in Snow White.
"What do you propose we do?" spoke the same male figure.
"We watch, and we wait."