#isaacul

It was dark outside the throne room windows, the moon reflecting soft tones of the stained glass on the stone floor. Dracul had his head in his hands, leaning to the side of the throne, eyes closed, almost looking asleep to those who did not know the Prince. But those who served the Prince knew this act of simple rest, was deceptive. He may rest his eyes for a moment, but Dracul never slept, always being ready for anything, or anyone, who dared to lay their hands on him or his Castle.

And like a stone he was, as the doors to the throne room opened, revealing the lean figure of his doll, Isaac. It was a strange being, covered in tattoos, made from a dark power unknown to Dracul, and scars, to which it still has not told Dracul of their backstories. Dracul cracked his eyes, but only just enough to not give away his awareness of the doll in the room.

What a doll it was. Its hair had gained length since being here, coming down to its shoulders now, braided to keep it out of its face. It wasn't wearing much, only in a nightgown that barely came to its mid thighs, but was big enough at the top for the sleeves to slip down its shoulder. Those long legs were covered by stockings that came up to its knees and a short pair of wool socks over those. It always got so cold so easily, and with the location of the Castle being primarily in mountains under the constant assault of blizzards, Dracul tried to keep it warm.

"Dracul?" Its voice sounded in the mostly empty room, echoing slightly from the walls, slightly hoarse from having woken up recently, "are you awake?"

Dracul was on his knees, a collar around his neck and a leash tied him just far enough away from the throne. A gag prevented him from screaming out at the scene before him, though the shortness of the leash kept him from moving his head to look away.

Before him, Isaac and Trevor were both under Satan's possession, worshipping him like a god. Satan moaned and laughed at Dracul, taunting him as he painted both Isaac's and Trevor's face with his seed, before forcing his cock back down one of their throats. Dracul tried to violently get out of his bindings, (when was he bound? He couldn't remember), but he couldn't break them. This only caused the Devil to laugh at him more.

Something began to shake his shoulder, and he jolted up, panting and shivering, gripping around his neck to rip off the collar.

Soft hands came up and cupped his hands, and he jerked back, snarling at them for a moment. His vision was blurry from sleep and the nightmare, and his senses were going haywire from the city lights and sounds around him. Dracul felt enclosed and cornered, and he couldn't move his limbs to fight, and-

"-re?" A voice broke through the fog of his mind.

"Sire?" It rang out again.

Dracul looked at the hands again. Long, lithe fingers, soft and sweet smelling from lotion, met his gaze. He followed the arms up to see the source of the voice. His darling Doll. His fledgling. His Isaac. Those hands touched his face gently, thumbs wiping away tears Dracul didn't realize were spilling from his eyes.

"Isaac?" His voice came out weaker than intended, though he didn't mind when her soft smile met his gaze. Dracul would do anything to keep it smiling at him.

"It's just me, my sire," Her voice answered back. Strong and firm. Yes, this was his Isaac. A rush of adrenaline, of knowing it was just a nightmare, came over Dracul as he pulled it close to him and kissed it.

Isaac had clearly not expected this move, it jolting slightly, before sinking into its sire, sighing. The kiss didn't nearly as long as Dracul would've preferred, but Isaac pulled away and rubbed her thumbs under his eyes, brushing away his tears. It didn't need to ask what scared Dracul so bad, she felt like she already knew.

So it continued to hold Dracul, humming and kissing his face to try and soothe him. Soon they'd be joined by Alucard, but right now, it was just them two.

Isaac sighed, a frown deep in her face. It knew that Dracul was prone to awful nightmares, this wasn't the first one she had comforted him from, but they were starting to become a nearly every night experience. A trill pulled it out of its thoughts, as it looked down and saw its sire looking back up at it. The poor vampire was clearly exhausted, but he leaned forward, asking for another kiss. How could she refuse him, leaning down and connecting their lips back together.

Dracul soon pulled back away and held onto Isaac, as if he let go, she'd leave. Isaac wasn't so cruel to leave her sire in his time of need. So she laid down beside him, humming a soft tune she remembered from her past. One that her mother had sung that soothed her back to sleep from a bad dream. One that she shared with her sister.... And her brothers.

Isaac stepped out onto a balcony, welcoming the winter chill that it no longer truly felt. It pulled out a cigarette from the pack in its pocket, flicked its finger, and breathed in the bitter taste of the cigarette.

It leaned over the balcony rail and watched the city. Cars were driving by, bright neons lighting up the city's streets, one could barely tell that a mere few months ago was the Fated Day. The day that Dracul was awoken from his forced slumber. The day that Isaac finally had its sire back.

But Dracul wasn't the same man when Isaac reunited with him.

It didn't know how to feel about the change.

On one hand, Isaac was elated that Dracul was back. It was even more elated when it saw him finally recognize it, despite how much it had changed from when they had last seen each other.

On the other hand, Isaac never planned for itself to live this long, even when Dracul had turned it. It wasn't prepared to live a domestic life.

Isaac looked down at its hand, it truly didn't like the taste of the cigarettes, but they provided an excuse to take breaks from working under Nergal. Or for escaping the chaos in the room behind it.

Isaac held no ill will towards Victor or his family, it had experience with helping out with kids. But that was mostly one or two kids a millennia ago. Not seven, going on eight. That was far too many for Isaac to keep up with. When the Belnades were added into the mix, it was far more chaotic than Isaac could handle.

It glanced behind itself, watching as Dracul pretended to be pinned by the herd of kids. He was smiling and laughing, clearly settling well into his new life. Isaac's hands shook. Why was it having such a hard time adjusting?

It turned its head back out to the cityscape, focusing primarily on the lit cigarette between its fingers and lips. Isaac breathed in, before releasing the smoke with a sigh. From the corner of its eye, it saw something, well, someone, lean on the railing beside it.

Without shared words, it brought its cigarette pack back out, and handed it to its blood brother. Alucard nodded his thanks, taking one and setting them on the railing between them. He too used his magic to light it up, breathing it in, before letting it go too, with a sigh. Both stared off into the city lights, letting the city noise fill the silence. Neither one really had anything to say to the other.

They were both three cigarettes in, before Alucard straightened back up. He stretched his back, before reaching over and putting his hand on Isaac's shoulder. Two separate sets of yellow eyes made contact, speaking a full conversation without moving their lips. Isaac could see the worry in Alucard's face, it made it remember another man it had once called brother, so many centuries ago.

Isaac shook its head clear, before putting out the cigarette and putting its pack away. Alucard's hand left its shoulder and Isaac stretched its back. They nodded at each other, and Alucard walked back inside first.

Isaac hesitated. Temperatures don't affect it anymore, but the warmth radiating from the open door was almost too much for it.

Taking a deep breath, it walked through the door and allowed itself to be engulfed by the light, noise, and warmth of the room. It closed the sliding glass doors behind it, and locked them to keep some of the littlest kids in the home from getting too curious. It watched the scene before it.

Dracul was on his back on the floor, with the older kids roughhousing with him. Alucard was sitting on the couch by Victor and June. The Toymaker was putting on an impromptu show for the littlest kids, and the Chupacabra was telling his wild tales to Theresa in the kitchen, whilst being a taste tester for the foods.

Isaac had just finished putting on her collar, the finishing look for her outfit.

There was a gathering tonight for many powerful people from around the world, and it had to look its best. She wouldn't want to give her blood brother a bad reputation.

There was a knock on the door to her dressing room, and the creak of the door opening, revealing her sire.

"You almost ready, doll?" He asked, walking over, leaning down and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"What do you think?" She asked him, looking at itself in the mirror.

To which, he hummed softly, those clawed hands made their way to the collar on her neck, shifting it. Dracul kept shifting it, until the tags sat softly on her skin, the silver complimenting the tone. Once the tags could be read clearly in the mirror, he paused and kissed the top of her head.