Lacking Modesty

Surprises Come in Twos

Dracula would soon find that having a pregnant wife was hard work. Milo mostly just laughed at him, curling into her side and nuzzling her tears away. Between cravings and having no energy, poor Lisa was confined to the castle for her safety, gripping about wanting to be back in the cottage where everything was only three steps away.

Milo had taken to being her maiden in waiting, getting anything she wanted, keeping her baths warm, fetching her books, and rubbing her feet. She'd fought them off as long as possible, wanting to do everything herself, but carrying twins was hard work. Milo had chuckled into her neck one day that she was turning into a true aristocrat, bossing him around as she'd done. Lisa had smacked him, huffing.

When the twins were there, Milo was also the one to deliver them, Dracula not trusting a human to deliver his children safely. One of the twins looked exactly like his father, with dark hair and red eyes, paler than a ghost. His brother, touched by his mother's humanity, was blonde with golden eyes, his skin a soft pink.

Adrian and Damian, she called them. Her boys. Dracula had held them both as Milo cleaned both the room and Lisa up, cooing at them whenever he caught them looking. After the long, bloody process, the twins were given to their mother to hold. Milo and Dracula helped hold their weight, her body tired and weak.

Milo assured them both of a full recovery, the birth flawless, and offered Lisa some tonics of his own to help speed the process along. Milo watched the couple, smiling gently at the new Princes of Darkness.

"The Sleeping Soldiers, one dark and one light, will be met by a scholar and a hunter, and together, they will save the Earth from damnation," Milo recited, getting both parents to look at him. Milo hummed, expression soft and gentle. His eyes, far away from the present, glowed a cold, icy blue. "My Sleeping Soldiers, you will do many great things in your lifetimes. You will always find each other, no matter how long you've been apart. Thrive, little ones."

With his prophecy spoken, he turned into a fox, all nine of his tails curling around the princes as he settled into Lisa's lap. Dracula, careful of how long his nails were getting, pet through his golden fur.

"You have spoken that once before," he remembered, articulating slowly. "To me when we were still young. You'd only three tails then, cooing about me siring the saviors of both sides of death. I did not know what you meant then and I still am still confused, but I... understand, now. Thank you, my friend, for allowing me this."

'You would have found her without me,' Milo huffed, sounding tired. He'd once told Dracula that after visions like that, his muscles turned to lead and his magic left him, making him vulnerable to anything. Dracula had sworn to protect him. 'Destiny brought you here, Vladimir. Love kept you in this place, and Fate has been waiting for this. It's not my doing, but the will of something greater.'

"You believe in something greater?" Lisa asked, exhausted.

'I know of something greater, but they are not the forgiving God everyone wants to believe in. They care not for us, only that the universe keeps spinning.' Milo snorted. 'Enough of that. We are both tired and drained. Vlad can watch the children while we rest.'

"Sleep, my love," Dracula agreed, kissing her head and taking their children, placing them in their cradles so he could help her lay properly. Milo curled into her neck, tails splayed in a fan over her. "I will watch the children and wake you if something is wrong."

'Damian is more vampiric than Adrian. If he is hungry, he will not shy from blood.'

"I will consider it. Sleep, Milo."

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Taking care of dhampirs was hard. Taking care of twins is harder. Mixing the two was a clusterfuck Milo had been gagging about for months. He helped, of course, for no one was better at causing mischief than 'Uncle' Milo.