Just something really short but hopefully sweet. I own nothing.
"Bertrand!" Vlad dropped to his knees at his tutor's side, shaking him desperately. He didn't move; his eyes were closed, and for a moment Vlad forgot he was a vampire as he searched for a pulse. Of course there wasn't one, he realised – Bertrand's heart hadn't beaten in over four hundred years. Maybe it hadn't, but it was Vlad's, it belonged to him, and the thought of the vampire who meant everything to him being hurt was physically painful.
The Chosen One ran a hand through the older vampire's hair, checking that nothing too terrible had happened when Bertrand hit the cold stone floor, then ran his hands lightly over his tutor's limbs, checking for breaks. He'd hit the wall pretty hard, after all, and his current state of unconsciousness didn't bode well for Vlad's ability to judge the damage done to a person. He hadn't thought the fall had been enough to knock him out.
He glanced around, checking that there was no immediate danger coming towards them, before taking Bertrand's hand in his and squeezing lightly as he waited for him to wake up. It was only a minute or so before a slight grimace signalled the beginning of the tutor's return to consciousness. Vlad leant over him anxiously as his eyes opened and his body tensed, before everything that had happened rushed back into his head and he relaxed.
"That was very impressive. I don't think you need me anymore." Vlad frowned guiltily, fussing over the other man as he pulled himself into a sitting position. He'd never meant to cause any real harm in training, but he'd reacted instinctively to a particularly clever attack his tutor had tried in their sparring match. Before he'd realised it, he'd been kneeling beside him on the floor.
"I think I do." He kissed Bertrand gently on the forehead, wrapping an arm around him and fixing him with a solemn look. "And you don't want to argue with me."