Chapter 3: Initiation

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark

The real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light

Plato

Vlad's POV

I was sitting inside of the school in my father's throne room. The chair that I happened to be sitting on was m father's throne, which is why he just happened to be glaring at me. Bertrand was standing right next to me, Ingrid was silently cowering on the sofa, and Erin was in her room as I stared at our guest. Belladonna sat in a chair in front of me with a smirk graced her lips.

"Not that I'm not honored to meet the granddaughter of Elizabeth Bathory, a women rumored to have murdered 700 girls, but I must ask. Why are you here at Garside Day School of all places?" I asked her. She tilted her head to the side slightly, made her eyes widen, and moved a blank look across her face to create a faux look of innocence.

"Do I need a particular reason to visit the Chosen One?" she said in a child like voice that sited her pixie like stature. I gave a soft chuckle at her words and tilted my body forward.

"No, but just like your grandmother, you always have a reason to being in certain place, Ms. Bathory" I said. She then got rid of her innocent demeanor as fast as you could say Bloody Mary. A demonic look came onto her face, a look that suited the face of my future queen.

"You're right. I'm here to meet you actually. I had heard a rumor that our vampire king to be had come to his senses and had started to cause some chaos. I wanted to personally see if they were true" she explained.

"And if they weren't true?" I asked in a tone of nonchalance.

"Then my role to play here would be to knock some sense into you, maybe even literally" she answered. I gave her a faux look of doubt.

"And what makes you think you're worthy enough to knock sense into the head of the future Grand High Vampire?" I asked. She gave me this look as if she was telling me she didn't believe the look.

"We both know more than enough to do the job, after all I am the Blood Countess" she said standing up and stepping closer.

"Maybe, but I need to know you have rightfully earned that title" I said even though she truly did deserve that title. Belladonna had killed almost the double of the breathers that her grandmother had. Not only that but she had tortured them in the cruelest ways. She might even deserve the title more than her grandmother did. If anybody had more evil than I had it was Belladonna Bathory.

"Just tell me what I need to prove it and I will" she promised, her fangs poking out of her gums. I looked into her red turned eyes that reminded me of pools of splattered blood. Blood that would bleed from this world as soon as she was done with her task, then that blood would then be used to in the celebration of our victory.

"Ingrid's birthday is next week. I would like for you to plan her number of destructive activities scheduled for that week and have it culminate in an event that is chaotic enough for her. After all the sister of the chosen one deserves the best" I said. Ingrid looked at me in surprise and then gave me a vampiric smile, which told me that she approved. Then a confused look flitted across her face.

"You want to throw me a birthday party?" she asked. I smirked. She was afraid I was up to something and I was using her birthday to do it. That theory was both true and false.

"Of course, like I said you're my sister. Believe it or not, you're important to me and besides you only turn 21 once" I said. Surprisingly, nothing I had just said was a lie. Ingrid was important to me and not just because of my plans. Apparently my explanation was acceptable because she nodded and went back to her previous activities. I then turned back to Belladonna.

"Can you do it?" I asked. She gave me another look of faux childhood innocence before letting her fangs pop out, they gleamed as if there small knives.

"Definitely, this will be a birthday she'll never forget" she promised. I looked into her baby blue eyes and saw raw conviction in them. She was determined not only to prove herself to me but also to cause as much chaos as possible. She truly was bloodthirsty.

"Excellent. I would like a detailed plan of the activities as soon as possible, preferably before next week" I said. She curtsied before exiting the room. I turned to Bertrand, cuing him to update me on any news.

"Miss Bathory has been registered in all her classes. Her schedule matches yours perfectly. Her suitcases have been moved into the room next to yours and her coffin is being moved in as we speak" he announced. I nodded after analyzing the information, finding it satisfactory.

"Good. I also want you to make sure Erin does not leave the school" I said.

"You still trust that she won't have you killed?" Bertrand asked.

"Au contraire, but I want her here to here to watch all the events that I have planned. She will be the last to go, I want her to see this school and her precious guild as they go up in flames" I said. Next week was just the beginning, the beginning of the end. It was Belladonna's initiation.

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