Bertrand was standing in the training room, next to the Predictum Impaver. He didn't turn around before he heard the Chosen One entering the room.
"There you are", he said, facing the young vampire. The boy was in a hurry, Bertrand was able to see it. However this couldn't wait.
"Bertrand", said Vlad, already leaving. "Sorry, I've got a date with eight pounds of fresh blood, and no, I don't fancy going halves with you".
"Vlad!" Bertrand called and the boy turned back towards him, looking anything but interested. This was too important for Bertrand to let him go, even if it was a good thing that Vlad was finally drinking real blood. "Ingrid's sharpening a stake and I think it's got your name on it"
Vlad looked at him before bursting into laughter and stepping closer.
"Oh that, is priceless", he grinned, seemingly amused. In a way Bertrand liked Vlad's new, carefree attitude, but the boy was even too scatterbrained. As his tutor, he needed to keep his feet on the ground.
"She's jealous of your power. She wants to take you out before you become untouchable", Bertrand explained. He just couldn't figure out whether the way Vlad reacted to it was good or bad. The boy sighed.
"Well, I'd like to see her try", he said. Bertrand's lips curved in something close to a quick smile.
"Do you want me to deal with her?" he asked to assure it would be acceptable to kill the vampiress. He really would have loved to. If the choice was his, Ingrid would have been killed a long time ago. She was a threat to the Chosen One. Vlad's security was the primary thing to the tutor, but he didn't like Ingrid personally.
"Deal with her?" Vlad repeated, sounding frustrated. "No. Bring her on"
He turned away to leave, as a smile shaded Bertrand's face again. He trusted that the 'new Vlad' would be able to kill Ingrid himself if needed, so Bertrand could probably stay calm. He was about to return to what he had been doing when Vlad broke the silence.
"Oh and Bertrand", said the Chosen One, turning around and returning to his tutor. "I think the old Vlad has lacked making clear some ownership issues".
Bertrand frowned as the younger one came closer. He wasn't quite sure what he was aiming at, and he had no clue of what ownership issues he was possibly referring to. The thing didn't came any clearer when the young vampire stopped in front of him, eyes black with something Bertrand couldn't identify. Then the boy grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him forcefully towards him, curling a hand behind his neck as he caught Bertrand's lips with his own.
The tutor froze for a moment, actually puzzled of what was happening. Vlad was kissing him, and it certainly couldn't be confused with just a friendly kiss, not deducing by the way the boy's tongue had just slipped into his mouth.
It took a while before Bertrand could react, and by then Vlad had already pulled away, licking his lips, looking at him with his dark eyes. Those lips curved in a seductive grin, as he let Bertrand's shirt go.
"You are mine", he whispered, and in a flash, he was gone.