Caio mai peeps! Zomg, this is epic. Not really. I'm just an over-exaggerating teenager. GUESS WHAT! I've finally hit 10,000 hits! O.M.G.! Thank you so much! I never thought that this would get so much! EE! You all should read this one story called Wait by Allie Apathy. It's in my favorites, go and read it. Its Vladdeh and Rin Rin, three times as good as this. And it DOESN'T bore the crap out of you with tons of never ending chapters! How freaking great it that? Oh, I totally drop the F-bomb like ten times in this chapter. It freaking great. HA!

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Sasu-sama! Drunks are freakin hilarious, n'est-ce pas? Haha! One time, my big sister got drunk at my little sister's b-day party. Ohhh, yeah. No, I don't have a dysfunctional family- at least, not that much. Hahaha.

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Alice! You're welcome for the drunk Vlad. He can't stop laughing. Today (3/1/11) I got a cavity filling and I was as high as a goddamn SPACESHIP. (Meghan, that's not the same thing-) shut up voice in my head!

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. You little fuck. You know where I got it. :D

OtisOtis! YOU READING THIS? Holy crap! Of anything, I'd think you would eat me. hahaha! Kidding. There's not Otis… Except for my stuffted ferret. He kinda looks like a llama. Hmmm…

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"Otis," Dorian breathed, his smile gone.

"Dorian," Otis growled.

Vlad put down everything and backed up. Shit, shit, shit. How did Otis get here? What the hell Anna? Did she bring him here?

"Don't you go anywhere, Vladimir," Otis said, looking to him.

"What is going on, Anna?" Dorian snarled, looking to his friend.

Anna looked to the ground, "He found me walking to my car. He was walking back from the library. He kind of… choked it out of me."

"Did you hurt her?" Vlad snapped.

"Of course not," Otis retorted, "I asked where you were, she said she didn't know, but I could smell your blood in her car."

Vlad saw Dorian bite his lower lip.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" Vlad burst.

Otis scowled. "Because you're my nephew. Family. I'm not going to tolerate this anymore."

"I love him, Otis," Vlad snapped.

Otis rolled his eyes. "He's using you."

"No, actually, I'm not," Dorian said sheepishly.

"Bullshit."

"Nope," Vlad mused angrily, "He said it back. Why do you hate him so much?"

Dorian chuckled a little. "There are plenty of reasons for that."

Otis scowled at him again. "There's something we can agree on," he looked back to Vlad, "Do you know how many vampires he's killed? He wasn't very fond of your father, and isn't of Vikas."

"Reasons for that," Anna murmured.

"He's manipulated you, Vladimir," Otis said, "Please. Come home."

"Not if I'm going to be judged," Vlad barked, "Because I'm going to keep seeing him. It's not like you can put me in a cage and change the way I feel about him by saying how he likes vampire blood and crap. I don't care. I love him."

Vlad smiled softly to Dorian and looked back at his uncle. "I love you too, Otis. Please. Just drop this."

Otis opened his mouth, and then shut it. Finally, he said, "I… just want things back the way they were."

"That's not going to happen," Vlad replied, "I'll come home. Tell Nelly I'm sorry for lying."

Otis stood there for a second, holding his gaze for a couple seconds, then stepped off the porch and walked away from Dorian's rented home.

Anna stuffed her hands inside her jacket pockets. "Dorian hasn't killed any vampires since he started seeing you, Vlad."

Vlad looked to Dorian. "Really?"

Dorian nodded. "Your blood is pretty sustaining."

"Welp," Anna said timidly, "Ready to go? That was my dose of awkward right there."

"Can we take the long way?" Vlad asked.

"Sure," Anna replied.

"I am so coming," Dorian said and pushed Vlad out the door.

Otis was right; the car did have a faint blood smell. "Dorian," Anna said, getting in, "You are so paying to get the car seat cleaned. A little of Vlad's blood on the seat, and I don't want your germs all over."

Dorian laughed. "Whatever Banana."

#

Half way through the trip, Justin Bieber's "Baby" came on. Anna turned it up, and Vlad groaned. "Turn that off," he said.

"JB is awesome," Anna laughed, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Vlad looked to Dorian who was tolerating it. "Do you like him?"

"Hm? Oh, hell no. I'm not that much of a fag," he replied, "I just have a large respect for the little girl- er, boy."

Vlad laughed.

"Do you know how much money he makes in a week?" Dorian questioned, "If I could get anyone's salary, it would be the Biebs."

"The Biebs?"

"Totally."

Finally, they reached Vlad's house. Vlad didn't want to leave, but he said he would.

"Come see me soon, okay?" Vlad said.

Dorian smiled. "Okay. Stay away from stairs."

Vlad smiled, leaned forward, and kissed him. Dorian kissed back, then pulled away, only slightly. "I love you."

Vlad kissed him again. "I love you, too." Then Vlad climbed out of the car and walked up to the house.

Anna turned around in her seat, grinning. "Awwww. You do have a heart!"

Dorian grinned and flipped her off.

"You wish, Door Nail."

#

Vlad didn't make a whole lot of conversation with Otis for a while. Eventually, they started speaking regularly even though Vlad was still seeing Dorian.

Months passed, and May came peeking over Vlad's shoulder like a horrible illness. Making Vlad feel sick and made his heart hurt.

The plane ride up was hard, and the trial was three-billion times as hard.

On the upside, Otis was going to be fine. Elysia waved all his "crimes". On the down side, Vlad was convicted to death for a number of crimes. Em was giving him a week to live. Say his goodbyes, right wrongs, etc.

When Otis took Vlad back to V-bar, he couldn't speak. His chest was tight, his eyes burned, and he just wanted to listen to loud music and be alone. He was going to die.

Awesome.

And to add to the sucking, Dorian wasn't at the trial.

He. Wasn't. There.

Vlad swore he would punch him the next time he saw him. Which, apparently, was back in Bathory, after a very depressing day at school.

Vlad was listening to loud My Chemical Romance when that familiar tap tap came to his left shoulder. Vlad rolled his eyes and kept walking, ignoring it. Then, Dorian pulled out one of his ear phones and stepped in front of him.

"That music is way too loud," Dorian grinned.

"I don't care," Vlad said, mildly irritated.

Dorian's grin faded. "What's wrong?"

Vlad scowled. "Where the fuck were you when Otis's trial was going on?"

Dorian looked at him with confusion. "I thought that his trial was postponed-"

"Who told you that?" Vlad snapped.

"Em…" Dorian growled and looked to the sky, "Fuck," he looked back to Vlad, "I'm so sorry, Vlad. I didn't know- Em said that it had been postponed. She even told Anna."

Vlad put the pieces together in his head. "She didn't want you there…"

Dorian put his hands behind his neck. "She knows I have feelings for you. She didn't want me to intervene… What happened? Is Otis going to be alright?"

Vlad nodded solemnly, "Yeah. He's gunna be fine."

Dorian smiled softly, "That's good. So, why are you still… unhappy?"

"Because Em condemned me to death," Vlad said, completely unemotional. He already cried the night before. No more tears.

Dorian's expression shifted, however, from confusion, to anger, to sarcastic-anger. "No, no, no. They can't do that. You're… you. The subject of the prophecy. The Pravus. They can't fucking kill you."

"Dorian-"

"No, I'm serious," Dorian interrupted, stepping forward, "They can't kill you. Do you have any idea what you're capable of? You can make a man die with a single word. You can throw people through buildings. Hell," he laughed, "You could kill me. And that's saying something."

Vlad's eyebrows raised in surprise. "I don't understand. Vikas never-"

"It's because Vikas is a fucking douchebag!" Dorian gasped.

Vlad narrowed his eyes. "Okay, I don't know what your problem with him is but-"

"He killed my son, Vladimir! My Aidan. They killed him!" Dorian snarled.

Vlad choked for words. "They?"

"Vikas and Tom-" Dorian stopped himself.

Vlad swallowed. "Tomas. My father."

Dorian bit his lip and then said, "Vlad, I meant to tell you-"

"What? That you think my father killed your son?"

"I don't think, Vlad," Dorian responded, "I know."

"Otis told me you and him killed Aidan," Vlad growled, "You fed off your own son, and killed him."

Dorian ran a hand through his hair. "When Tomas quote-un-quote died, Otis was devastated and I came to help, just because I loved to fuck with people back then. I took him to a party of humans and vampires, we killed the humans and, yes, some of the vampires. And," Dorian took a breath, "Yes, we fed off my son-"

Vlad folded his arms with a glare.

"But Otis just thought we killed him," Dorian said quickly, "Otis got panicked when Aidan passed out after I bit him, and left. Aidan was fine Vladimir. Fine. A little angry that I bit him, but still, fine. So I'm not saying Otis was lying, just ill-informed. After that, he has looked down on me, even though he stooped to my level," Dorian sighed, "And I kind of… hit on him. But we were both so freaking drunk, you understand, correct?"

Vlad got this instant image of Dorian kissing Otis and shook his head and shivered. That's just… ughblehguhhh…

"S-sure," Vlad mused, but then scowled back at him, "So why do you think my dead father is involved?"

Dorian balled his hands into fists. "Because, Vlad. You're father isn't- VLAD!"

Vlad's eyebrows pushed together in confusion and Dorian shoved him hard before ducking down himself. Vlad saw the stake wiz by, right over Dorian's head, just missing.

Vlad's heart started pounding and frantically looked around. Then he saw Joss bounding towards him.

His vision. It was happening. Vlad's gaze flickered to Dorian, stake-free, crouched slightly into a fighting position. His eyes were a furious blue and he took the charging Joss, shoving him back several feet. "You jerk!" Vlad yelled to the slayer, "I thought we had a deal!"

Joss didn't reply, but simply pulled out a knife from the bag he had on his back.

"Get out of here, Vlad," Dorian growled, "I can handle him."

Vlad shook his head and stood. "This is my fight. Go."

"I'm not letting you get killed," Dorian snapped.

"You said I could do unimaginable things," Vlad smirked, "I think the Pravus can handle this."

Dorian folded his arms and grinned. "Smartass."

"Yep," Vlad smiled and turned to Joss, who looked confused, but he shook it off and started towards Vlad again. Vlad ran at him. Joss held up the knife, ready to stab, but Vlad did a 360 turn in a blur, coming to a stop behind Joss and punched him in the shoulder, making him stumble. Joss turned on a dime and swiped at him with the blade. Vlad dodged in another blur and punched him across the jaw. Joss grunted and swiped at Vlad with the knife again, this time, cutting him on the stomach. Vlad growled in pain and punched back, Joss dodging and swiping back.

"Joss!" Vlad yelled, "What the hell are you doing?"

Joss gritted his teeth and punched Vlad in the jaw and cut him again with the blade. Vlad quickly brought up his leg and kicked Joss square in the chest, sending him to the ground. Vlad pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. He twisted his arm until the knife fell and searched his crazy eyes.

"I thought we had a deal, man," Vlad barked.

"They're gunna wipe out the fucking town, Vlad!" Joss snarled, "Unless you're dead, a lot more will be! Get the fuck off me!"

"No! What do you mean, they?"

"The fucking Slayer Society, Vlad," Joss hissed, "I'm not playing anymore. No one's dying because of you. You're dead!"

And with that, Joss kicked Vlad off and reached for the knife that wasn't there. Joss looked around in confusion and saw that a copper haired man twirling it by the leather-string-loop on the handle. "I'm the only one who gets to kill him, asshole," Dorian said, every word filled with venom.

"That's comforting," Vlad breathed.

"Give me the knife, man," Joss snarled, "This isn't your fight."

"You cut him," Dorian mused, "It is now."

And then Dorian came at him, knocking him back to the ground. Joss cried out when a distinct snap sounded as Dorian broke Joss's arm and he held the knife to his throat.

"Dorian!" Vlad gasped, getting to his feet, "Don't!"

"He won't stop, Vlad," Dorian hissed acidly, staring Joss down with those icy eyes, "They never do. I lost my mother to his stupid society. I'm not loosing you."

"I d-don't know who y-you are, but-" Joss growled, his voice stuttering in pain, "But this doesn't concern you."

"You are so lucky I don't like human blood," Dorian smirked.

"What?"

"Dorian Ciotti," a voice said, "Get off the boy."

Vlad couldn't believe his ears. That voice. It sounded so… familiar. Vlad turned and saw the man standing there. Black hair, pale…

"Tomas fucking Tod," Dorian chuckled darkly, "I was wondering when you'd show your face again." Then Dorian lifted the knife from Joss's throat and, without warning, punched him, knocking him out cold.

Dorian stood and brushed himself off, tossing the knife aside.

"Dad?" Vlad breathed.

Tomas looked at Vlad, sorrow filling his eyes. "Hello, son."

"How-"

"Don't listen to anything he says!" Dorian barked and turned to Tomas, "Get the hell out of Bathory before I drain you myself."

Tomas's expression changed from sorrow to smug irritation. "You haven't changed a bit since I last saw you, Dorian."

"What? When you took my son and burned him alive?" Dorian barked. His voice cracked a little at burned him alive.

Tomas hesitated and looked to Vlad. "I have to speak with you-"

Vlad was choking for words. His father, whom had been missing his whole life, was alive? How is this possible?

"I'll kill you before you get in a room alone with him," Dorian said and stepped in front of Vlad.

Tomas glared. "I know what you two have been doing. Of anything, I'm afraid of you and him in a room alone together."

"Fuck you," Dorian spat.

"What the hell is going on?" Vlad gasped.

"Get out of here, Vladimir," Dorian said, "Go get your uncle."

Vlad swallowed. "How are you alive? I have so many questions-"

Dorian whipped his head to Vlad. "Go!"

Vlad's gaze flickered from Dorian to Tomas to Dorian to Tomas before he stepped back, and stopped. "No."