I have no idea why I'm doing this... But whatever.

So I'm the newbiest of the newbies. I've never wrote a fanfiction in my entire life, but I wanted to try it. I'm mostly trying to improve my english level (it's not my native language) and work my writing skills.

So the fic is Bertrand/Vlad, because I really felt something between the 2 of them.

I'm mostly doing this because I want to improve my writing. Please help me :-)

He brought home a breather

Vlad brought home a breather. Her Name is Nina S. Pierce and she's his lab partner.

Bertrand can't stand her.

She's wearing make up to hide her imperfections, she puts a nauseating perfume to hide her sweaty smell and she wears contact lens to turn the boring brown of her eyes into a fake green.

She's so unfit for the Chosen one. Or so Bertrand thinks.

He tries to pretend that he doesn't care. But it hurts so very much. In all those years, he never felt his heart tightening so painfully.

Because Vlad is only smiling at her, laughing with her. They like to sit on the ground, shoulder to shoulder, "studying" some false science that is all so wrong. Vlad pretends to be human, denying his very nature.

He would love to rip her throat out.

Because Bertrand has nothing else. The chosen one is his duty, his purpose, his reason to live. And he is so much more. Yes, Bertrand has become way too attached.

Hell, he just wants to kiss him. Hold him and protect him from the slayers, the vampires, the world. He's so young and so precious. His soft side thinks that he's not ready. That he'll never be ready.

As an answer, Vlad prefers to hang out with disgusting breathers, so worthless.

She, Erin, another, it doesn't matter. He hates them all.

He loves him; but he won't say anything.

Bertrand brought home a breather tonight. Some nameless figure, just a snack.

Vlad tries not to think about it.

He knows that his teacher likes to play with his food. He brings them in his home, kissing them, touching them, making them feel loved. Then, when they're entirely lost in bliss, he bites them merciless, and he kills them almost instantly.

And Vlad hears it all, a few rooms away. He's disgusted and revolted. How can he treat humans like that?

Another part of him, buried deep inside of him, longs to be at their place. He craves that the older vampire would make him forget everything. He just wants, needs to give himself up to pleasure and just forget.

… However each morning, a new corpse is being dumped. Most of the time, they're fair-skinned men and boyish girls, all brown-haired and blue-eyed.

And for a second, he hates them. He who though he could never despites humans, he's filled with jealousy.

And he wakes up sometimes, curled up in his coffin and a lump in his throat. He feels ashamed. He's supposed to be to be the chosen one? He's supposed to be the one that Bertrand waited for so long? He's not worthy. So not worthy.

He's pathetic and weak. So why was he chosen?

Whatever.

He hates himself.

He's in love with him. But he'll shut his mouth.

Any suggestions?