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So I'm not the type to beg for reviews… okay I totally am but I kind of feel like no one's reading this and while I do write mostly for pleasure about 20% of me wants to know if you like it or not.
I'll just leave you with that and allow you to judge me for begging for reviews…
So Vlad was having a therapy session with a councillor…
He'd kicked, he'd screamed and even tried to appeal to his father to get out of it but the head teacher was adamant he should go and his father – for some strange unfathomable reason – had sided with Ms McCauley joining her in their unshakable decision.
He thought it was dumb by all accounts. Even if he was as miserable as Miss McCauley said he was (he wasn't!) then he seriously doubted talking to a complete stranger would change that. Ingrid thought it was pretty damn hilarious. She'd spent the majority of the time after learning of the appointment torturing him about it.
He'd responded with a number of biting remarks of how she'd needed it but all that did was amuse her and make him feel guilty for sending her out into the sunlight.
He wasn't miserable though! Well he was, but that didn't mean that he needed therapy – he just needed time.
Secret meetings were a waste of time. Even if you felt pretty cool for having them, driving to secure locations and discussing crucial information in dank and dirty warehouses made the whole process seem a little tedious to Jonno. But considering the topic they were debating it was probably best to be somewhere off the beaten track.
His heavy boots felt awkwardly noisy as they thumped against the concrete floor. They were in an old food storage place and if Jonno was honest then he thought it was rather creepy.
He entered the kitchen area to find the council all sat on picnic chairs looking old and bored – it totally messed up the image of 'secret meeting,'
He hesitantly sat on the remaining chair and fixed his gaze on the five council members. He wondered which one squealed about Mina's death – probably all of them.
"Why, did you call this meeting Colonel?" Colonel 'Evan' Williams had been elected chairman of the meeting as he was the highest ranking board member.
"I have called this meeting to discuss the vampire threat." He looked down his spectacles at Jonno. "You do agree with me that they pose a threat yes?"
Jonno bit his lip indecisively. "We have a treaty." He responded flatly his gaze fixed on a spider attempting to climb onto the Colonel's shoes. One of the council members' hmmph'd and the Colonel raised his eyebrows at Jonno.
"That wasn't my question; do you believe that vampires pose a threat? The Chosen One specifically?"
Jonno didn't answer and his lips thinned to a reddish line.
"He is the reason your mum is dead isn't he?"
Jonno suddenly thought of all the times (many times) Vlad had messed up, all the times he'd overstepped the mark – every mistake that had cost someone their life and every time Vlad had put his family before innocents. He opened his mouth to spew bloody murder about the vampire but found an image of Vlad's face in his mind that compromised all the vicious accusations. Vlad's icy blue eyes full of compassion you just didn't see in vampires.
Jonno murmured a conflicted answer, still feeling rather tempted to spite Vlad but thinking rather of how much the treaty meant to the Chosen One.
"We have a treaty – if we betray them, we're just as bad as they are."
"Maybe, but vampires don't stay good forever and when Vlad falls off the wagon –which he will- he'll leave us a trail of bodies to clean up."
Jonno worried how true that could turn out to be.
Ms McCauley her arm about his shoulder again; she seemed to think it was comforting but It made Vlad want to high tail it out of there. Another problem – that arm around his shoulder blocked his escape routes. He also felt hungry because of it. He could feel her veins pounding against his back. He wondered if Miss McCauley would tell him off for eating the therapist…
He was stopped outside the door of the teacher lounge – as it was a Saturday it wasn't in use- and Miss McCauley moved to speak to him.
He realised this was his only chance to run for it.
Then his father appeared at the end of the corridor with an expression that told Vlad he had no escape. He looked at Miss McCauley. She gave him a warm smile.
"It's not that bad Vlad, it'll probably help you! Anyway I know Adele and she won't make you talk if you don't want to." So he would be in trouble for eating the councillor. Bats.
She gave him a small nudge and Vlad entered the interrogation room.
'Adele' was seated on a chair brushing dark strands of hair from her face.
"Hello Vlad." Her tone was friendly, welcoming but it felt similar to the tone Ingrid used with him whenever she wanted something.
"Uh… Hello Miss…" He waited for her to say her name but she apparently had a different idea.
"Oh don't call me Miss!" Her lips stretched to a thin line when she smiled. "This isn't formal; you can just call me Adele!" This woman's bubbly attitude was positively weird. The only times people he knew smiled was when they wanted something or they'd got that something.
"Ok… Miss- Adele…" He mumbled before plonking down in the seat she invited to sit in.
"Are you unhappy Vlad?" Vlad gave a deep scowl, this was the reason he was unhappy! If he didn't have to go to this dumb session then he would be fine.
"I'm fine." He told her coldly.
His grumpy attitude seemed to bounce right off her impenetrable bubble of happiness and she gave him a smile that was meant to be reassuring as she wrote something on a clipboard.
"Let's try a different question: are you happy?" Vlad thought about the way his unlife was going and how much pain came with every thought.
He realised he just couldn't bear to answer.
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