78A/N: I'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'SOSOSORRY! oTL
I really really am! It hit me how much time had gone by and then I started reading some reviews and I felt terrible...so here's a twist on the night following Vlad's revalation on what training shall be!
Buring heat from the fire so nearby, and so out of reach...
The smell of burnt flesh...
Sounds of metal twisting and flying drowning out their screams...
'No...'
'Yes.'
'No...I wouldn't...it was you...'
'And you, eventually.'
'No...'
'What makes you think you can change my past?'
Too late too late, even after all I did...
Manical laughter so cold and victorious rises above the crackling flames and sparks...
"NO!" I gasp, sitting up in a panic. There is no flickering light, no blast of heat.
No him.
Only darkness.
Breathing still ragged I force my eyes shut to disspell the last of the nightmare, to calm down.
"Daniel?" light from the hall spilled across the room.
Crap...he would hear me... "Yeah?" I manage to ask without my voice shaking.
Carefully Vlad glanced around, though he tried to make it seem causual, "Something wrong, little badger?"
"Don't call me that!" I growled without thinking.
Now directing his gaze at me he frowned, letting silence fall between us.
"What?" I snapped not long after, more nervous than irritated.
"You yelled."
I sighed, "And?"
He rolled his eyes, "Well I thought I'd find out why, my boy."
"I don't know." I answered, with more than a hint of defiance, I know. But Vlad was the last person who needed to know about this dream...
Sighing he shook his head, "I cannot help you if you don't talk to me Daniel." he said with an edge to his voice.
Glaring I lay back down, back to him as I pulled the covers up, "There's nothing to talk about here." I insisted, wanting to add that I didn't need his help here.
Again there was silence and I fought the urge to glance back at him, "Very well then, sleep well." he finally said, the feel of his eyes on me leaving.
I answered with a noncommital sound as the door clicked shut with a forebiding finality.
P.O.V Switch
Standing in my room I looked out over the grounds around my mansion. Enjoying the quiet evening. After all I now had more solid plans for Daniel's summer, and it was an imense relief to have a plan to follow again.
Of course, I'd had vague plans revolving around his training and all, but when I found those tickets...Well, they threw things off balance. I hadn't been prepared for such a thing.
Picking up a nearby glass of water from a table I frowned, I usually hated when the boy interrupted my carefully laid plans-but this time it had worked out in my favor. It was indeed a strange turn of events. But things had been strange for some time now hadn't they?
But now things were back on track...
A sudden terror filled cry broke through my thoughts and I flinched, glass slipping from my hands as I turned, "Daniel?" I whispered, alarmed. Of course it had to be him-who else was here this late after all? But why? Had he been attacked? No sooner had I thought about this did I realize the house was now silent.
I wasted no more time, phasing through to the floor below and hurrying to his room. I paused outside the door, leaning closer to see if I could hear anything happening. When no sound came I opened the door, "Daniel?"
I glanced at him, he was pale, breathing shallowly, and his body tensed at my voice. As he raised his head I carefully began a scan of the room for any signs of a threat.
"Yeah?"
"Something wrong, little badger?" I asked, adding the nickname without much thought.
"Don't call me that!" was his vehement response.
I meet his glare now, frowning. There was no need for such childish hostility here after all.
"What?" he demanded, taking me out of my musings.
"You yelled."
He sighed, "And?"
Here I rolled my eyes, "Well I thought I'd find out why, my boy." Honestly, it wasn't like I'd just decided to spontaneously pop in.
"I don't know." he answered defiantly, as though daring me to call him out on it.
Sighing I tiredly shook my, "I cannot help you if you don't talk to me Daniel." I irritatedly, tired of his mood swings and attitude.
"There's nothing to talk about here." he mumbled.
My eyes narrowed, nearly fashing red in anger. Why did he have to be so damn stubborn?
As I watched him settle back under the covers I wanted to demand to know what had happened-to force him to drop this evasive act! It was maddening!
But it soon became clear the subject was closed to him, "Very well then, sleep well."
Back out in the hall I frowned, something was so obviously wrong-his defensive actions confirmed that. Perhaps it was the new environent? Or the stress of staying with a former enemy?
Maybe, but whatever the case, I would find out what this was about. Especially with him going to such lengths to hide it.
Because no one screams like that over nothing.
A/N: Short yes, but an update yes? ^^;