I know, I know. You've just been dying to know how they came back. Well, fear not. All will be revealed.
...But not today! Enjoy regardless.

Disclaimer: None of this is mine.

"Vladdy, thank blood! What happened?"
"Vlad? We thought you were dust."
"The half-fang said you'd staked each other."
"I saw you turn to dust."

Erin couldn't understand it. She'd been right there, she'd seen them both crumble. They were dead. And yet Bertrand and Vlad stood before her, plain as the fangs in her mouth. At least, Bertrand stood. As she watched, Vlad swayed and collapsed backwards into his tutor's arms, whimpering the older vampire's name. Bertrand pulled him in close and whispered something she couldn't hear, and then the Chosen One's entire body relaxed before going completely limp.

She supposed she should be hurt that it wasn't her he called out for, but she'd meant what she said; she'd never forgive him for turning her against her express wishes, and honestly they'd been drifting apart for a long time. They just weren't close enough for him to rely on her, and Bertrand was physically closest to him. If he felt faint, it made sense to clutch at the nearest vampire. Mind you, she wasn't sure that was the only reason Vlad had murmured his tutor's name; she'd been in the throne room when the staking had occurred, after all. And oh yeah - how had they survived that?

Answers, however, didn't seem to be forthcoming. Bertrand was as collected as ever, meeting the Count's eye.
"I need to take him to his coffin room. If you'll excuse me." He didn't wait for an answer, just strode into the school. Ingrid followed, and the Count pulled himself upright and waved a hand at Malik and Erin.
"You two, keep guard on the gates and wait for Wolfie to come back."
"But Dad-"
"I need to see to my son." The Count stalked inside, leaving Malik and Erin alone.

Well, well, well. It seemed like she might get some answers, after all.