Marinette had known from an early age that her cousins were a little… weird. Her Papa always told stories about all the adventures he had as a kid with his American cousins. He’d show her old polaroid’s and she’d marvel at how young her dad looked. Marinette had met her cousins when she was three-years-old. Never questioned why they looked exactly the same, if only a year or two older, as they did in the pictures.
Little Marinette had taken to them like a fish to water. They’d come and go from Paris with their rag-tag group of bikers. Most people would think they were scary but as far as the young bluenette was concerned they were best ever. As she far as she was concerned they were all her cousins.
She didn’t catch on to the fact that something wasn’t right until she was eight. Michael was the oldest of her dad’s cousins. Physically was nineteen. Sam was seventeen. The issue was they had roughly the same ages in her dad’s pictures. While her dad was middle-aged.
image Even the other bikers seemed to never age either. David, the leader, wore a Billy Idol look that would’ve better in the eighties. Which made sense considering her dad had been a kid the eighties.
image When she was nine, and the bikers had come for her birthday like they did every year. They had just sliced the cakes, when Marinette said, “So… Vampires huh?”
David snorted, he was Marinette’s favorite. He wore all black clothes, most leather, his hair was white-blond hair was spiked and he gave Marinette the same amused smirk he always did, “Told ya, kid would figure it out.”
As far as David was concerned it was about time. The kid needed to know just what they were. He liked her. She was family. A little sister to him, that sometimes easily crossed into daughter territory. All the vampires felt same. Marinette was their little sister, and god help anyone who harmed her.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” Michael promised earnestly.
Marinette rolled her eyes, “You’re wearing a hello kitty party hat. And that guy,” She pointed at Paul, “Is wearing a pink tutu. I’m shaking in terror.”
“We eat people,” Sam said seriously.
“Marko eat all my cookies,” Marinette crossed her arms, “Every time he visits.”
Marko just grunted; his mouth full of cake.
“This is serious,” Michael said, pulled himself from underneath the arm of his on-and-off-again loved, David, who growled. “There are a lot of vampires in Paris. They’ll avoid you because you smell like us. But they’re still dangerous. We’re still dangerous.”
Marinette raised an eyebrow, “If I turned on Toy Story 3 right now, half of you would cry.
“Hey!” Sam shouted and pointed at her. “That is a cinematic masterpiece.”
“Why did you become vampires,” The bluenette asked.
David stood up and spread his arms out wide, “Sleep all day. Party all night. Never grow old. Never die. Who wouldn’t want to be a vampire?”
“I can name one or two,” Micheal muttered causing David to shoot him a dark look.
Michael and Sam hadn’t be turned willingly. Turns out, it wasn’t as easy to kill a vampire as the Frog Brothers had claimed. May they rest in peace. The two brothers had run from Santa Clara after the Master killed their mother and grandfather and David killed the Master. Never once did they think they were safe. Or that they had gotten away. For a couple of o years, they kept moving from place to place, never staying anywhere too long. When the vampires finally caught up to them in New York, they were exhausted, weaponless, and half-starved. The brothers never stood a chance.
Marinette tugged on a sunflower dress, and looked up at her cousins, “Am I going to be a vampire too?”
“Yes!” David said.
“No!” Michael went.
The two glared at each other. David growled and flashed his eyes at the younger vampire who had no choice but to back down. David kneeled in front of Marinette, “We’ll talk about this again when you get a lot older. For now, let’s just enjoy your party.”
Marinette nodded and went to go get her new dolls.
A few years later, after Marinette became Ladybug, Lila came to school, Marinette lost all her friends, and was being actively bullied, the vampires would come for a visit and find their sweet little sister crying her eyes out on the roof the bakery.
And there would be hell to pay.
Cry, little sister! (Thou shalt not fall)
Come, come to your brother! (Thou shalt not die)
Unchain me, sister! (Thou shalt not fear)
Love is with your brother! (Thou shalt not kill)
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