The Gwy, YD Series: Alternate Realities

A/N: Hey guys I'm really sorry that it's been so long since the last story of this series. Thanks for putting up with me. The reason should be on my fanfiction profile, I think. Again, really sorry and I will post this when I have the Wi-Fi to do so. Ok thanks to everyone who has followed this story, reviewed, commented on it, etc.

Gwynn, Ingrid and the Count were sitting around the throne room. None of them had seen Vlad for over a month… after what happened. Gwynn who was normally chatty had been quiet and withdrawn.

Gwynn: Do you think we'll ever find him?

Count: What? Of course we will, silly girl. Don't listen to her!

Gwynn: No, she's right… It may be hopeless. I know him. How can he ever forgive himself for this? I… I'm not sure that even I can forgive him.

Ingrid: You still miss Bertrand? I do too.

Gwynn gave her a small sad smile.

Count: No! We are not giving up!

Ingrid: We're not. It's his move.

Gwynn: What she said.

Gwynn sighed.

Gwynn: I need to take a walk. I need some fresh air.

Gwynn walked out of the castle. She breathed in the fresh night air, sighing deeply. She brushed her hair out of her face. She had just got it styled so that she had a full fringe, feathers, and black and red streaks in it. She was wearing a long-sleeved lacy red dress. She paired it with suede knee-high boots. She took another deliberate breath that wasn't really necessary and walked back inside. Ingrid and the Count were still sitting round the table. Gwynn clapped her hands together.

Gwynn: So, Ingrid. Fancy a night out?

Ingrid: Erm… Sure, ok.

Gwynn: Good, 'cause I need a drink or ten. Preferably alcoholic.

Ingrid smiled and shot the Count a knowing look before she and Gwynn walked out of the door, headed to their girl's night out.

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AT THE BAR

Ingrid and Gwynn were sitting on two bar stools at the bar. Gwynn was downing shot after shot of vodka, occasionally alternating with a shot of scotch or bourbon.

Ingrid: Hey. You might wanna slow down.

Gwynn: Why? It's not like I can get drunk anymore, remember?

Ingrid: True. But it might look suspicious to the breathers.

Gwynn: Nah. Don't think so.

Ingrid: And why is that?

Gwynn: 'Cause I hypnotised everyone to ignore us when you were hypnotising the bouncers so we wouldn't have to pay the entrance fee.

Ingrid: We are so bad.

Gwynn grinned.

Gwynn: Definitely.

They clinked their glasses and both took a shot. They both laughed, enjoying each other's company. They drank, and talked, and laughed, and avoided all their problems. And they danced the night away.

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THE NEXT MORNING

Gwynn and Ingrid were sleeping in their coffins. Gwynn was the first to wake up to the dawn of night. She got out of her coffin and got changed into a navy blue long-sleeved top with puffed sleeves, dark blue denim skinny jeans, a pink powder pink waistcoat and powder pink knee-high boots. She wore her hair down with a halo of navy blue and powder pink flowers atop her head. She went downstairs and into the training room. There she was shocked to see…

Gwynn: Vlad?

He turned to look at her. He was wearing baggy jeans, a navy blue short-sleeved t-shirt under a black jacket, and black loafers. The look in his eyes seemed foreign to Gwynn. It was different to when he was 'Bad Vlad' but somehow it seemed… worse. To Gwynn, at that moment, she may have well as been looking at a stranger.

Vlad: Gwynn. I- I didn't think you'd be down here. I-

She looked into his eyes, her own eyes full of raw emotion.

Gwynn: I was wondering if I would ever see you again.

Vlad just attempted a smile, awkwardly, and shrugged.

Vlad: I like your hair.

Gwynn: Thanks.

She blinked and noticed the stuff all around him. He seemed to have all the ingredients he'd need to perform a ritual. Gwynn frowned.

Gwynn: Vlad, what is all this stuff? What are you doing?

Vlad: I'm going to bring Bertrand back.

He said it so matter of fact. Gwynn looked up at him in shock and surprise, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Gwynn: That's possible?

Vlad: Only if I can create an alternate reality.

Gwynn: Vlad… That's really dangerous. Changing one thing can have disastrous consequences. It's like the whole going back in time and stepping on a butterfly thing.

Vlad: I know. But I don't care. I have to right my wrongs. Erin was my friend and I turned her into a vampire. And now she hates me. Bertrand was my tutor and my best friend and I killed him. I have to fix it.

Gwynn: Vlad…

Vlad looked at her in the eyes and held her hands.

Vlad: I have to do this. I'm sorry, Gwy.

Vlad's eyes were watering at this point and so were Gwynn's. Gwynn nodded.

Gwynn: I understand why you feel you need to do this. But there are so many things that could go wrong. So many things that could change that you don't want to change. I'm begging you. Please, please don't do this. Let's just talk about it first, ok?

Vlad: I'm sorry.

Vlad finished the ritual and the world began to change around them. Vlad emerged in the new world alone.

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