Dracul was unsteady on his feet, he stumbled forward when he got back to his home.
(Y/n) caught him to keep him from falling onto the floor.
The Romanian let put an exhausted shaking breath, his face had small beads of sweat on it. He was shaking as he breathed.
The albino woman put his arm over her shoulder so she could help him to his room for rest, she could feel his heart as she held her hand over his chest while they walked.
"I-I can make it... myself.", he forced out of his mouth.
"I don't believe you. You don't look well.", the female replied and helped him to his room.

He started to protest but she silenced any protest forcing him into his bed.
The albino woman took off most of his clothing, she let him keep his trousers on.
His whole body felt clammy, he did not seem like he was well.
(Y/n) felt his forehead, he was so cold.
"I am fine.", the Romanian said and tried to get up.
He was put right back into the bed, "You need to be asleep at this time."
Dracul coughed into his hand, blood splattered onto his palm.
He looked back at the woman, she looked so concerned for him.
"I guess I can't say this isn't mine now.", he asked with a little pained smile.

(Y/n) laid him back onto the bed and wiped the blood from his mouth with a hankerchief, "Sleep Dracul. I will take care of you."
"I am supposed to be taking care of you.", Dracul responded and got a harsh look from the female.
He lay back and let the woman take care of him.
Wipe away his persperation and comforted him as he fell asleep.
He looked peaceful when he was finally asleep. There was no pain, no empty expressions, just peace.
The albino woman moved a piece of hair out of his face as he slept and smiled, he finally was looking better. He needed rest and some care.
She got up and took the hankerchief to wash with the rest of his clothes after pulling the bedsheets over him.

He took good care of her before so she could return the favor and then some.
Dracul was in pain and she wanted to help him, she was determined to care for him tenderly until he was better.
The female loaded the dirty laundry into the washer and added the detergent before going to read in the expansive library.
The albino picked up a large tome, it appeared to be ancient and full of knowledge that may have been lost.
The old pages seemed delicate, so she took great care in turning them as she read.
The smell of the old leather and paper permiated the room, letting anyone who was in there know just how ancient all of these texts were.

Her hand ran over the page that mentioned the use of 'light magic', an ancient picture of a woman with long hair was on the page. The woman was stylized but (y/n) could recognize some features that looked like her. Who was this woman? An ancestor?
The albino turned the page to continue reading.
The beautiful lettering told of the magic use of the woman on the previous page, how she was powerful enough to be the light of the sun when the skies went dark during the winter.
She was powerful enough to cut storms down and quiet invaders and uprisings.
(Y/n) let out a breath of wonder and awe.
It would have been incredible to meet this woman, if she was still alive.

(Y/n) kept reading and reading, she was finally able to finish the book a couple hours later.
The female carefully returned it to the space she found it in, the young albino looked into Dracul's room to check on him.
The raven haired man was still resting peacefully.
She smiled softly and returned to the laundry to dry and fold the clothes.
The albino put the clothes away and returned to the library to read.
A soft and sweet scent wafted through the home as the albino walked, it smelled familiar. Like sweet cupcakes.
She followed the scent to the kitchen.

Soft humming met her ears from the kitchen.
A small male with pinkish blond hair was in the dull and dark kitchen, he seemed to be having a good time as he swayed back and forth.
Baking materials were lined up on the counter and the oven was on, the smell was even stronger here.
The male seemed to be wearing a pastel outfit.
There was another male in the kitchen.
He had auburn hair that was tinted red, red eyes and tanned skin.
There tanned male looked up from the counter to (y/n)'s position, "Ollie..."

The pastel male looked to the tanned fellow then turned around to look at (y/n).
He gasped.
"Poppet, (y/n), You're awake.", The man said in a British accent.
The albino female looked surprised at the pastel male, he knew her name and he was in Dracul's home.
"Are you feeling well poppet?", The man asked and set the mixing bowl he held down, "You look surprised."
(Y/n) stepped back when he was suddenly so close to her, as if he had super speed or something.
She started to fall backwards when the tanned male caught her, he had somehow gotten behind her without her noticing.

"Poor thing, you aren't fully up to strength are you?", The pastel englishman asked.
The red eyed tanned male helped (y/n) stand back on her feet, "We're not going to hurt you dollface."
(Y/n) felt the muscular male behind her help her stand, his accent seemed to be american.
The jacket he wore felt warm against her skin, warm in the coldness of the dark manor.
These two visitors seemed to be warm in the darkness of this home.
"Poppet? Are you okay?", the pastel brit asked.
"Who are you?", The female asked and got a surprised look from both of the men.
The pastel one stepped back and sighed, "So I guess the rumour of your memory loss is true."
"Let's reintroduce ourselves.", The American said and freed the Scandinavian from his arms, "My name is Allen. This is Oliver."

"I guess you already know my name.", (y/n) said to the two.
"Of course we do, Loki has been a long time friend of mine.", Oliver said, "But do not worry, I will not tell him you are here. It is not my place to interfere with your life."
The albino female felt a stinging feeling from her neck, Allen was touching the scar that was left by her brother's teeth.
She winced and pulled away, "Don't touch that. Please."
"Sorry.", Allen said and pulled his hand back, "You are very different from when we first met."
(Y/n) gave him a questioning gaze and Oliver piped up.
"You were so scared of us, I do not blame you though. You were in a frightening position at the time.", the pastel male said and took the cupcakes out of the oven, "But now you are willingly approaching us. You aren't scared of us at all."

"To say that is a bit of a stretch, I'm honestly not too sure how to think of you.", The albino replied.
"How about you decorate some of these cupcakes with me?", the pastel brit asked, "I can get this done faster with some help."
Oliver cooled the cupcakes with a little of his magic and filled some piping bags with colorful icing, the icing seemed to be pastel like he was.
The male gave a bag to her, "watch me first please, we need these all to be as identical as possible."
(Y/n) stood back and watched him pipe. It was the standard swirl pipe.
Allen stood back and watched the two work, he seemed to be there just to watch or as muscle.

"Can I ask why you are here?", (y/n) inquired as she piped, "Does Dracul know about this?"
"He does, I am the one who usually cooks his meals for him before he wakes up.", Oliver answered, "Since my kitchen has been damaged from a recent attack, He has allowed me to use his. I will leave him a cupcake as a thanks."
"I think he'd just give the thing to dollface here or throw it away if he believes you poisoned them again.", Allen said bluntly and sipped a juice bottle.
The albino looked to Oliver when the American mentioned 'poison'.
"Oh love, I did not poison these.", the baby blue eyed male said and smiled.
His pale cheeks rounded up as he smiled, his cute little freckles adding to his charming appearance.

He held up a freshly iced cupcake to the female, "Go on, Try one."
(Y/n) looked a little suspiciously at the cupcake before taking it from him, she gave it a small sniff and bit into it.
The icing was sweet and buttery, not overpowering the light and moist cake. The flavors were rich but not sickeningly sweet, a perfect balance of flavor.
She swallowed the piece, "This is so good!"
Oliver looked happy at her reaction and chuckled, "You think so?"
The albino nodded and took another bit of the sweet treat, Allen even chuckled.
"You can't stop a child at heart from loving something like this.", the tanned man said, "Especially when she's barely more than a child herself."

"Be nice Allen.", Oliver scolded.
"I am.", the American retorted, "I am saying her innocence is endearing."
(Y/n) watched them go back and forth as she ate the cupcake.
She finished the cupcake and cleaned up the kitchen as the other two bickered.
The female left them alone so that she could go check on Dracul again, he seemed to be in pain.
She held his hand and rubbed it, wishing she could do more for him.
The sound of shoes and the door opening made her turn around to see oliver, the British man kneeled next to (y/n) and placed his hand on Dracul's forehead.
"He has a magic infection on top of a cold.", the pastel brit said, "I need to treat him quickly."

"Is he going to be okay?", the female asked and gripped the Romanian's hand.
"He will.", oliver replied, "But you will have to take care of him during his time of recuperation, no matter what side effect he may have from the procedure I am about to do."
(Y/n) nodded her head, "Is will do whatever is necessary to help him, he is my friend."
the pastel brit smiled before pulling the covers off of the Romanian man, he pressed his fingers into the Grey skin at the base of his neck and ran all the way down his spine.
Dracul roared from the pain he was in, he had some tears in his eyes as Oliver continued to run his fingers along the raven haired man's back.
Small glowing particles came from Dracul's skin as Oliver ran his fingers along the Grey cold skin, the particles gathered up into small glowing balls of light.

"What is that?", (y/n) asked.
"Light magic.", the pastel man answered, "Pure, concentrated light magic. Complete opposite to the darkness that dracul controls."
The British man gathered all of the magic from Dracul and presented it to (y/n).
"What am I supposed to do with this?", she asked and looked at the large ball of light.
Oliver's face had a mysterious and magical appearance from the glow the orb, his eyes seemed to glow in response to the magic radiating from the orb.
"It is yours. This is your residual magic from wherever you went and he followed.", the British man explained, "He had to go somewhere with a large concentration of your magic or follow you for a long time to get this bad of an infection."

The albino female took the orb, "It must have been when he retrieved my rabbit toy for me, I did not ask him to."
Oliver nodded, "do you know what to do with this? Or should I explain?"
"Explain please.", (y/n) replied.
"Press it against your chest.", Oliver said, "you will absorb it into your body since it is yours."
"Wouldn't it be weird?", (y/n) inquired, "It used to be in him, now it is in me. What if something else comes from it?"
Oliver's smile grew as he laughed softly, "Like a pregnancy? Oh love, that would not happen. You might feel a bit tingly but that is all it will be."

(Y/n) nodded and looked down at the little bit of cleavage that the dress she wore showed. She held the orb against her skin and it melted into her flesh, leaving only a shimmer on her skin.
"Take good care of him for me love.", Oliver said and got up.
The albino female nodded and felt a cold hand on her cheek, Dracul was awake.
"How are you feeling old boy?", the brit asked his friend.
Dracul blinked his red eyes slowly before moving his gaze off of (y/n) and onto oliver, "I feel cold and... sore."
The pinkish haired male chuckled softly, "I don't doubt that. You had a severe magic infection on top of your cold. You had to be in pain."
Dracul held the female's hand that was gripping his the while time, his thumb ran on the smooth skin of her hand's back.

"I am used to pain.", the male said, "Whether I am experiencing or causing it."
"Dracul, just be a little more careful.", Oliver said and sighed, "Especially around her, she did inherit her mother's power."
The Romanian nodded and returned his gaze to the female, he raised his hand to her cheek to feel her warmth.
"I will take care of you until you are better.", (y/n) said, "I promise."
"I know you will.", Dracul said and closed his eyes, "Your kind heart ensures that."
Oliver left them alone and found that Allen was watching the whole thing.
"We should leave them be, Allen.", the brit said softly, "We have no need to interfere any more."