Bertrand shook his head slightly, trying not to dwell on how her screams would have sounded.
"Why?" he managed finally.
"I don't know. If I did, would I be talking to you?"
Harry faltered at the sight of Bertrand's eyes. Preferring to live, he tried to backtrack:
"Sorry. That's harsh. You were a good father to her."
Bertrand scoffed. He wasn't stupid. "Minus the fact I let the slayers kidnap and mutilate her, I suppose I wasn't half bad."
"It wasn't your fault. They would have done it anyway."
"They did it because I had information on the Chosen One that they wanted. When I didn't come to them in a week, they did… what they did to her."
"First of all- it's not your fault you didn't go after her. You thought she'd run off, like most vampire's do at that age. Secondly, you left the house that held her memories, and didn't get the letter that was sent to you till years later. Thirdly, they probably would have done that to her anyway, with information on the Chosen One and the Lord of Justice alongside it."
The Lord of Justice… it had been a long time since he'd been called that. He didn't device the name for himself, the vampire world did:
A silent figure roaming the land
A blood red cape a stake in hand
Just one false claim of power
His evil glower
The last thing you'll see
Eyes holding a mystery
He walks alone
He listens to none
Son of a prince
A Lord of Justice
"Either way, I should have helped her." He argued, dragging his thoughts away from his old life.
"You could make it up to her by helping her now." Harry suggested, abandoning subtlety.
"Why do you think I'm here?"
Sorry this has taken so long to update, but I've had loads of extra exams and I went on an amazing holiday with my boyfriend and his family and I completely forgot the ideas I had.
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