Hi! Sorry about the wait. As i said i have been really busy, but i have got a few chapters typed up so hopefully i won't take as long now...

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Chapter 3

The rest of the school day was boring and relentlous. The last class rostered on Vlad and Erin's timetables was sport. Thankfully it was in the gym today.

They were playing dodge-ball; which Vlad was notoriously good at. Erin had seen him whoosh more than once away from the ball as if it was a clove of garlic, not that Vlad actually noticed he was doing it. It was just his vampiric instincts kicking in.

Finally the last bell went and the class packed up the soft, yellow dodge-balls into the blue bags. Miraculously, Vlad was chosen to hold the blue nets while everyone crammed the balls inside. He wasn't too pleased with being this close to a slayer weapon, but at least he was in control of this one.

Erin smirked at the face he was trying so hard not to pull.

"What?" Vlad asked.

"It isn't working, Vlad."

Vlad sighed, every instinct inside him was telling him to follow the noble tradition of the Dracula's and run away; but he fought it and looked back at the bag.

They put the bag away and headed out to the lockers, where they were greeted by a tall, curly haired vampire. Vlad almost ran into him when he appeared suddenly at his locker.

"Oh, Bertrand." He was still on the top Vlad's 'Fangs at the Ready' list.

"Vlad." Bertrand paused, looking at him with a strange look in his eye.

Erin saw him run his tongue over his teeth. She slowly backed away.

"You wouldn't happen to have any fang-floss on you, would you?"

"Erm… No. Bertrand; you know I never carry that stuff with me, especially at school."

"Hmm… so," His voice brightened, "When are we going to begin your training again? We need to work on that selective-telepathy and mind-bending."

"Can we not talk about this here?" Vlad then telepathically told him to back off, just as a small group of breathers walked past. Vlad smiled awkwardly realising that his eyes must have changed colour.

"I'd keep an eye on her if I were you." Bertrand warned.

The tone in Bertrand's voice caused Vlad's eyes to blacken and his voice deepen, "Of course I do! I can't take my eyes off her with you around!"

"I was talking about your father."

"What has dad got to do with it?"

"He still doesn't like her."

"I hadn't noticed…" Erin put in, her hands in her pockets. She was still slightly uneasy around Bertrand, but that was to be expected with all that he had done, added to the fact that he was a 600 year old vampire and she was a breather and an ex-slayer.

All the school-children were gone now. That just left Miss McCauley to worry about. Hopefully this wouldn't go too far.

"He's never liked her…"

"She's a distraction, Vlad!"

Vlad's fangs lowered, "She wouldn't be if you would just back off and stop attempting to get rid of her! I have to constantly think of where she is and if you are in my sight… in fact I have to take note of who is my sight all the time these days because I don't know who I can trust anymore!"

"Turn her then." Bertrand said maliciously.

Vlad looked furious. That last remark had caused his upper lip to curl with anger and his eyes to turn the deepest black Erin had ever seen them go. Bertrand had just called him a coward, and had crossed the already rapidly thinning line.

"Erin, leave." Vlad told her. He needed to deal with this now rather than later.

"No. You are not fighting in the school." She said as she touched his arm.

"Bertrand? Vlad? What's going on?" It was Ingrid.

"Nothing." Erin answered uncomfortably. Ingrid smirked.

"It's never 'nothing' with these two…" She looked from Bertrand to her brother. They still had their eyes firmly fixed on each other's, "Bertrand. Dad wants to see you."

"What for?" This was as much a surprise to Bertrand as it was to Ingrid. He and the Count hadn't spoken since before their encounter with Sethius. He took his eyes off his student.

"Something to do with the book, I think." She said before whooshing off.

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Bertrand hissed at Vlad before following in her footsteps.

Vlad sighed and rested his fore-head on his locker. He wasn't even sure he actually needed to go to his locker. Why did he even have one anyway? He punched it hard when the lock wouldn't budge, creating a huge dent.

Erin reached over him and easily undid the lock. Vlad growled, grabbing a bottle of soya blood labelled 'Tomato Juice' from the very back of the locker. If he didn't drink Soya blood when he was angry the occasional blood-lust he had would be intensified and uncontrollable.

They headed back up the stairs to the 'Count' quarters together in silence; brewing over what had just happened.

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