Needed to do something fluffy (because of the cursed fourth season...) and Christmassy. I'll be off in a few days and come back next year. Merry Christmas everyone!


"MY TEMPLE OF DOOM! THIS IS A CATASTROPHY!"

It was very clear whose voice echoed through the corridors of Garside Grange. Bertrand rushed down the stairs to see what was wrong. The Count was standing in the middle of the great hall looking even paler than usual. Soon he understood why.

The whole hall was decorated with glimpsing tinsel and all kinds of hanging Christmas decorations. Someone had even dragged in a huge pine. It was full of candles and ornaments of different colours and sizes. It was breath-takingly beautiful, even if Bertrand wasn't so keen on Christmas. He had stopped ejoying it after two hundred years. It was the same every year. He'd seen so many Christmas trees in his life, they didn't suprise him anymore. Exept for this one.

"Bertrand!" Count Dracula shouted as soon as he spotted the tutor. "Get rid of this stuff! I hate Christmas!"

Then he zoomed off, leaving Bertrand alone in the hallway, puzzled and insecure of how he was supposed to empty a hall full of Christmas decorations alone. As he stood staring at the tree, he felt a breeze caressing his cheek.

"I hope you like it more than dad does", said Vlad's soft voice on Bertrand left. The tutor merely shrugged.

"I've grown bored with Cristmas during my four hundred years. But I have to say that's a wonderful tree", he responded. "Did you drag it in by yourself?"

"No. Erin, Renfield and Wolfie helped me", Vlad admitted. "You don't have to take them off by the way. Dad can resist for some time".

Bertrand felt his lips curve in a smile. Vlad still had some breather habits. Why would Bertrand ever ruin this holiday, if Vlad liked it?

"I won't take them off. They don't bother me", he said. There was a silent moment between them, before Vlad carefully cleared his throat.

"It's a shame you don't like Christmas", he said and Bertrand frowned.

"Why is that?" the tutor asked. Vlad shifted his weight from a foot to another.

"Well... you are standing under a mistletoe", he muttered. Bertrand blinked and looked up. He truly was standing under a mistletoe. And Vlad was standing next to him. What a confusing idea he had just had. Bertrand turned towards Vlad and noticed the Chosen One had done the same. Bertrand was happy he was pshysically unable to blush, as he looked in Vlad's eyes. They were seductively deep and clear. The tutor's hand rose gently to caress Vlad's cheek.

Before Bertrand had even the time to understand what he was doing, he had leant in and pressed a soft kiss on the Chosen One's lips. He felt Vlad immediadly answer to it, the boy's arms around his body. The kiss laster longer Bertrand could have ever imagined and when they finally pulled apart, both were smiling.

"Well, maybe I could like it this year", the tutor grinned.

"Maybe we could make this a tradition", Vlad suggested, which made Bertrand close his eyes for a second.

"Which means I'd have to love Christmas", he drew a conclusion. Then he opened his eyes and looked around. "I think next year I'll help you with the decorations"

Vlad looked surprised.

"Is there something wrong with them?" he asked.

"Absolutely", Bertrand grimaced, kissing Vlad again before whispering in his ear. "There isn't enough mistletoe around here"