(Y/n) held Gilen's hand as they followed Lutz into different rooms, they were busy fixing furniture that was broken by the woman's brothers.
Lutz yawned as he held the boards up when they were fixing the bed, he seemed ready to fall asleep at any second.
"Hey Lutz, I have a question for you.", (y/n) said as she fastened the two boards together, "Have you ever been tested for narcolepsy?"
The German man shrugged, "Nien, is zhat vhat jou zhink I have?"
"You have all the signs.," the albino replied, "Nighttime disturbances in your sleep patterns, memory problems and then your sudden sleepiness during the day causing you to nap all the time and get you in trouble."

Lutz chuckled, "I'm fine, but jou really are scary vith how jou described me."
The albino woman only chuckled at his statement before coughing into her sleeve.
"Are jou okay?," Gilen asked with concern.
(Y/n) nodded as she coughed again, "Just a cold."
Lutz let the newly fixed bed go and picked up the female before depositing her on top, "Jou should rest. Ve all should."
"I was already resting at Dracul's.," (y/n) whined and lay down after Lutz gave her a harder look that was similar to Germany's.
The German man nodded, "Gud, now Ve should get some rest."
Gilen stood by the bed that they just fixed and watched he female, "Zhis is my bed."
"Zhen share.," was Lutz's answer as he walked to his own room.

The albino male looked at the female before hesitantly laying beside her and turning off the light.
He was warm with her next to him.
She snuggled the Prussian male and fell into a restful sleep as he began to panic quietly before settling down, she was not hurting him and was warm.
He soon settled down as well and enjoyed the sweet female's companionship.
Her arms were securely around him and her head lay onto his chest, the smaller body fit comfortably in his hold.
Gilen felt somehow happy with how they were.
Cuddled together quietly and cozily.
His cheeks and body felt warm as he finally went to sleep himself.

-

Dracul sat in library and set the last protection spell so his home would be protected. His notes and spellbooks, the history tomes and art. Everything he loved.
He heard the warble of a warp in the hall. They had come already.
He stood and walked into the hall behind the group, "I am here."
"So you were expecting us?", Loki asked.
The Romanian nodded, "Oliver warned me. You will not be able to destroy my home as I have already set up preventive measures. If you are to take out your rage on anything, let it be on me."
Egil looked to his brothers who were also looking amongst themselves at the male's willingness to be tortured again.
The swede stepped forward as he sniffed the air, his nose caught the scent he was looking for.

"She was indeed here.," Bernard said with a growl and grabbed Dracul by the collar, "Where?"
"I will not tell. Same as last time.," Dracul spoke calmly, "But Like many others have probably said, your obsession with her is unhealthy. "
The swede gave no warning as he grabbed slammed the head of the Romanian into a nearby wall, causing him to bleed from the wounds.
The swede let him go and he slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood.
Dracul staggered as he tried to get up, his face was met with a boot.
Thurston stood over the man, rage boiled in his eyes. Even Dracul could smell the blood and lust on the Finn.
The brunet was being barely held back by Magnus, the Dane glared down at the Romanian.
The blond looked ready to let the brunet male kill the black haired Romanian, "Where is she? Where is my little sister?"

"I'm not... Going to... tell you where she is.," Dracul gasped out, "I intend to keep my promise to her."
"You'll break that. As soon as we break you.," Thurston snapped and struggled to get to the Romanian man, "You will tell me where she is, I need to know where she is!"
"You think I will let you, I am prepared to fight and die to keep her location a secret.," the Romanian spoke and rose shakily to his feet. He readied his magic for the incoming fight.
Egil and Loki readied their magic as well.
Magnus continued to hold back Thurston to let his brothers fight, "Thurston, you can finish him off after we get what we want."
The brunet Finn stepped back and nodded, "Fine."

Dracul fought hard to keep himself safe, yet he fought for nothing as the ice and fire magic burned him.
His clothes became tattered from the fighting, he was beginning to succumb to exhaustion. The man finally groaned in pain as the ice pinned him to the wall. He panted and spat blood from his mouth.
Loki took the chance to jab the nozzle of his flamethrower into the gut of the Romanian man, "Now, you are going to answer a few questions. Old friend."
Dracul wheezed from the pressure that was placed on his abdomen, the blood still burned his lungs.
"Never.," the Romanian coughed.
Loki looked back at his eldest brother, the Dane nodded to the pyromancer to give his permission.
The Norwegian grinned and dug his flamethrower deeper into his old ally's stomach, "Come one Drac, I know you won't disappoint me like this. Just give me the location you put my little sister."

"I won't betray lumina lunii.," the Romanian said and gasped in pain from the sudden increase in pressure on him.
"Too bad. Too bad.," Loki said and dug his weapon until the man was bleeding.
"Loki," Magnus said, "That's enough. Let someone else interrogate him."
The Norwegian stopped his assault on his former friend and stepped back, the Romanian hung from his icy restraints.
Dracul kept his eyes to the floor so he could focus in keeping his promise to (y/n).
His body was overcome with cold as a small breeze blew over his skin, Egil was blowing cold breath over him.
He began to shiver from the freezing cold that he was being subjected to. The cold was becoming unbearable for him, but he would not give up. He had to protect (y/n).
He was determined to to protect her.

-

Loud knocking at the front door woke Lutz up, he did not get much sleep the previous night and was a little cranky as a result.
"Vhat?," he asked when he opened the door.
"Don't-a give me that-a tone!," scolded his boss as the Italian pushed by the German and looked around, "I-a see they already hit-a you."
"Ja, ve did not sleep vell boss," the German said and scratched his arm, "Could you please make vhatever you vant to say quick?"
Luciano was a little surprised at the disrespectful words of his subordinate, "What-a is-a wrong with-a you?"

Lutz gave no answer as he walked over to a couch and collapsed onto it. The Italian sighed, "You-a are really that-a tired?"
The olive skinned male stopped talking and noticed that the German male's skin was free of wounds that would have been made by torture from the Nordic assasins.
"You-a are suspiciously clear of-a injuries Lutz.," Luciano said and grabbed a clump of his subordinate's hair to lift his head up, "That-a means you-a had someone-a heal you."
"And if I had?," the German answered before the two were interrupted by footsteps and a little gasp. Both males looked to the hallway to see Gilen with (y/n) standing behind him.
"Shiße.," Lutz said as Luciano let his hair go.
Gilen steeled his nerves and pushed the Scandinavian female behind him more to keep her away from the Italian. The young woman clutched the Prussian's cloak as she hid behind him.

"So. This is where you are hiding moglie.," Luciano said with a chuckle, "So fortunate for me to find you before your brothers."
(Y/n) clutched tighter to Gilen as the Italian approached the two albinos.
"Stay away from her.," She heard Gilen say in a threatening tone.
The Italian stopped in his tracks with wide eyes, he seemed to flinch from the pure force and malice in the tone. It was like he was paralyzed by Gilen's voice alone.
The Scandinavian female looked up to the Prussian's face and saw it different than his usual shy expression, she saw how he used to be. The merciless warrior.
Luciano stepped back, "F-fine. You can stay here Moglie. But you can come back if you want real comfort."
The Italian kept backing up before he finally left, the Prussian only let his face relax when the intruder was finally gone.
"Gilen?"

The soft voice made the male look behind him to the female he was with.
"(Y/n), I am sorry.," he said, "D-Did I scare you?"
The albino female shook her head, "You were so different."
"Jou vent back to jour old mindset for a moment zhere, bruder.," Lutz said as he sat up on the couch, "Und jou scared Luci."
"I don't like zhat I had to.," Gilen said as he felt the female support his weight, "It does not feel good to."
(Y/n) helped him to the couch so he could sit down, "Thank you."
Gilen nodded quietly and pulled his cloak over him to hide.
He looked so sweet and sad yet he could be threatening if he had to.
Lutz laid his head back and closed his eyes, "So tired."
"You two relax, I'll make something to eat.," the albino Scandinavian spoke and walked to the kitchen.
The kitchen was modern and clean.
"Well. Time to get to work. Now what was that recipe that uncle luddy taught me?," the female spoke to herself.

-

Loki picked up the head of the limp Romanian, "Have anything to tell me now drac?"
Dracul only wheezed as blood dripped from his lips, he was bruised and bloody. His clothes were torn and burned beyond repair.
Loki became angered by the lack of response, "Is that how it is? Unfortunate"
He picked up the knife that Thurston dropped to slice another cut into the skin of the romanian, Magnus stopped him by grabbing his wrist.
"Enough Loki.," the Dane spoke.
Loki looked back infuriated at his brother, "We don't have the information!"
"Shut up.," The man said and pointed to the shivering Romanian.
Dracul was muttering something.

"Take... care... of her.... must take care..."

Loki nodded and kneeled in front of the romanian, "You can tell us Drac. We'll take good care of her. She is our beloved sister."
Dracul's eyes were not their usual glowing red color, they seemed to be dulled and dark like dried bloodstains.
His weak breaths moved his beaten torso.
"Lumina lunii... lumina lunii... I'm sorry... "
The man went limp.
Loki stood and felt for his pulse, the romanian had none.
"We went overboard with it.," the fiery haired Norwegian sighed and lit up a cigarette, "Oh well."

"There goes our chance of finding her.," Egil whined and hugged an annoyed sir puffin.
Thurston punched Magnus in the gut and was given a chop to the neck as a response. He fell to the floor.
Bernard had to carry his brother back home.
"There is still someone we have not tried yet.," the swede spoke as they went home.
The others turned to him to hear his idea.
"Edman. He can track her down, he has bugged the entire world pretty much.," the cannibal swede explained and carried his younger brother.
All of them did want their sister back desperately, yet to hire him was a gamble as the perverted Estonian would probably fall in love immediately.
If he hasn't already.

-

Edman watched the screens of his monitors.
How he loved to supervise everything and find blackmail material.
It was that same blackmail that gives him good money in order to live as luxuriously as he does.
All he needed was a beautiful woman by his side.
He chuckled as he thought about his options, he did not want a human as those were too delicate. He can't hold a country hostage. All that left was the immortals, those are the rarest.
The only one he knew of was loki's little sister.

Edman cackled as he thought more about what could be if he actually had her in his possession as only his.
He would be so happy and she would be living in luxury as a pretty little white rabbit, a caged beauty that was just for him.
But her brothers would not like it and he already knew that others had fallen in love with her. He also knew that she had no memories of him.
He could go pay her a visit and charm her into his arms.
He looked at the monitors and saw that the brothers of the female he was obsessing over had arrived in his little fortress of luxury and indulgence.
He knew why they were here, why not indulge them for a little bit?