Malthe woke up earlier than usual, his first thought was to check on his daughter. When he did, he found that the younger children had all piled into bed with her. All if the small children had snuggled up to the teenaged version of their mother, all warm and cozy. The blond man went down and made breakfast for all of them. He found Alastair still awake and watching the sun rise, the Romanian young man looked at his grandfather, "Good morning, grandfather."
"Good morning, Alastair, I guess last night was uneventful?," the blond man asked. Alastair nodded, "The past form of my father came by, we talked. He swore he is not going to hurt us."

"If I know Dracul, he keeps his word to those he respects greatly.," the Scandinavian spoke and began to cook, "I have to go somewhere today. I won't be back until tomorrow."
"Does this happen to be a meeting?," the Romanian asked and got a nod in response, "I thought so. Just be safe. (Y/n) and I will take care of everything."
"Just be careful, alright?," Malthe asked and got a nod from the male, "good. I'll see you two tomorrow."
Malthe set breakfast out for the children and got packed for the meeting he was attending, he would have to talk about what happened and his daughter's sudden access to her magic. She would most likely have to be introduced to another magic user and told the truth soon. But she already knew about magic and her brothers.
The man left as soon as he finished packing.

(Y/n) woke to the feeling of being held down by several small bodies. The albino teen got up carefully to make sure she did not disturb the tiny beings on her. The children were fast asleep as they huddled to the warmth left by the teenaged girl.
The albino girl cleaned herself up and changed before going downstairs to make breakfast, she saw Alastair waiting for her.
"Good morning Alastair.," she spoke softly.  The Romanian young man nodded to her as he ate his dinner, "Your father left already, he had an important meeting to get to."
"Another one of his mysterious business meetings so soon?," (y/n) asked as she sat down, "And I'm supposed to be grounded."
"You still are.," Alastair spoke with a yawn, "But we'll be on our own for a while. We need to be careful. Or you will."
He looked ready to pass out at any moment. The albino teen let him finish eating before she sent him up to go sleep.

She stretched and ate her food before cleaning her dishes and doing a few of her chores around the house as the children woke up. She greeted them each good morning as they ate breakfast then went to watch cartoons. The young woman got the house in the cleanest shape she could before joining the children in their shows. The children were watching a show about kids and their pet monsters fighting other monsters.
It was pretty fun as the children were very into it.
(Y/n) smiled as David sat in her lap to watch the shows. Soon, however, the kids shows came to an end and adult TV shows came on, signaling the children to go play.
(Y/n) turned off the television and went back to cleaning up the dishes, she checked in on Alastair a few times. She was on house arrest, so the farthest she could go was the edge of the property line.

The albino teen went outside and picked vegetables from the garden while holding a parasol over herself, she was content with her peaceful life like this. She placed the basket of freshly picked vegetables aside and watered the garden, a cool breeze blew her long silvery-white hair she had tied back. A lingering scent of woods came from the forest around her home. The air was clean and fresh. She took the vegetables inside and cleaned them, she thought of what she could make with the vegetables she had.
After cleaning the produce up, (y/n) put them away and went outside to check on the children. All of the children safe for the albino twins were playing in the sunshine. They played with some old toys they found.
Gabriel and Geneviere sat in the shade of one of (y/n)'s parasols and played with some toys. All of the children seemed happy.

The scent of blood sprang to the nostrils of the albino teen, she followed the smell to find a man on her porch. He was a handsome man and he was injured severely. His hair looked blond but it was hard to tell with the blood. He was a big man and seemed to have crawled here before passing out from blood loss.
The young woman picked him up and pulled him over to a safer area, she got a bowl of warm water and some towels to clean him up along with a first aid kit. The teen girl wet a towel and cleaned the man's face and chest after she removed his shirt.
She found all kinds of lacerations and gunshots on the man's skin, (y/n) cleaned him up and bandaged his wounds before taking his shirt and vest to clean them and got him new clothes from her father's old clothing he did not wear anymore but were still clean. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she was fished cleaning and bandaging the wounds on his chest up. (Y/n) started to clean his head wounds and hair. She stopped when she saw the wounds were closing by themselves. She took her hands off of him and the wounds stopped healing.

It had to be her magic. The wounds were pretty bad, he will have a concussion when he wakes up. The female cleaned him up and saw his blond hair was a brilliant gold color, like the sun. She took the bloodied towels and took them to be cleaned with the other clothing she put on. She washed and dried the clothing as she let the mysterious man rest. (Y/n) instructed the children to stay away from the bunkhouse she put the man in, she told them that it would be rude to disturb his sleep. The children obeyed and played by the creek. The albino went back inside her home to make dinner, she cooked a filling and hearty meal for the children and the mystery man.
Alastair had not gotten up and she checked on him to find that he was having a migraine. She left the Romanian alone and went back downstairs to finish cooking. After dinner was completed, she took the meal out to the man. He was beginning to wake up and seemed pretty woozy.

His pale blue eyes looked at her with a mix of confusion and comfort, "Mor..."
The man sat up weakly and covered his eyes when the sun hit them, (y/n) wrapped bandages around his eyes. "You had gotten really hurt.," the teen spoke softly for the man, "Your head must have been hit hard, you have a concussion and probably something similar to a migraine. I'll try to be as quiet as possible, but I made some hinges for you to eat to help you heal."
The man, now blindfolded, nodded, he was putting his trust in her. His body language told her that he was relaxed around her and seemed to have a littebit of care even though they never met.
"Do you want to eat this yourself or do I have to feed it to you?," (y/n) asked and saw a small smile on the man's face. Her cheeks got a little warm.
"I can eat it myself, mor.," the man said, "I knew you weren't gone."

(Y/n) realized that his man had mistaken her for his mother, now he seemed pretty adamant about her being this woman. He must have lost his mother at a young age if she looked like (y/n)...
The teen albino gave the man the bowl and held the cup of warm liquid in her hands as she waited for him to finish eating. His movements seemed powerful and graceful. He seemed to be someone of nobility with how he held himself, he looked like he was some sort of king. So handsome and strong.
"Why are you out here?," the albino asked the man softly as she helped him drink the warm broth. He savored the flavor of the drink before answering, "Looking for her... I am sure she is in this area, but I was ambushed by Luciano. Loki told me about what those twins from the future said and I came to investigate, he or Thurston should be coming soon."
The young albino female took the bowl and cup from him carefully, she felt the callous hand touch hers.
"I don't think the others fully believe that you are still here. I'm sure they are just humouring me whenever I tell them.," the blond man said with a sad smile, "But I'm glad I can. It hurt when you died after giving birth to my sister, your most precious and only daughter. I swear I will find her and bring her back to our castle to be the princess you wanted her to be before she takes over the rule for you."

'So he's looking for his sister. A lost princess. To think there is someone that important around here.,' (y/n) thought and helped the man lay back down to rest some more.
His hand took hers, "Mor. Please don't be mad at me."
(Y/n) looked back at the man who looked strikingly like her father, the man who mistaken her for his mother. He still had the heart of a child who wanted affection under all of the muscles and scars. The albino teen held his hand and rubbed it with her thumb, "I'm not."
Those words made the man smile and fall asleep, the teen went inside and set dinner out for the children who were scrambling around to wash up before dinner.
She watched the children happily eat the meal she had made for them, not a bite was left on the plates. The albino girl helped some of the children bathe before they went to bed. She checked on Alastair again and saw he was talking to a man who looked like him. The man's red eyes were familiar, she knew this was the face she wanted to see so badly. This was Dracul. (Y/n) was careful to not touch him when she came in with the dinner she brought for Alastair, the poor young man seemed sick. He much have been going through another sickly spell.

She carefully set the meal tray in front of the young man, "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"
"You don't know how to but I need you to use some of your magic on me.," the young man replied. The Romanian watching seemed amused. He just sat in the chair in the corner as his cape moved about like a billowing dark wisp. His clawed hands were steepled under his nose as a small intrigued smile was on his otherwise stoic face. The albino female held the young Romanian man's hand, he seemed to get better as the unrestrained power just flowed right into him. Alastair's skin returned to it's pinkish grey color instead of ghostly light grey like his father's.
(Y/n) knew that Dracul was still watching her take care of the young man like a mother would, she could feel his intrigued eyes locked onto her and taking in her every move. It was creepy, but he was supposed to be creepy, he was supposedly a vampire after all...

(Y/n) picked up the tray once Alastair finished eating. She told him to continue resting and keep quiet as the children had already gone to bed. The blue and pink eyed male nodded in acknowledgement. She gave Dracul a polite bow to acknowledge he was there and say hello before she went back to the kitchen to clean up. A noise made her look up to see Dracul watching her from the couch, she walked over and asked why he was not talking to Alastair anymore.
His face was solemn but he seemed to be kind to her and Alastair only, "I wanted to ask you why you helped Magnus."
(Y/n) looked at him questioningly before she remembered the man in the bunkhouse, "Oh, is that his name?"
Dracul nodded, "It is. Great name, terrible man." The Romanian did not seem to be the type to make jokes but there was a little humour in him. He also seemed serious when he mentioned that Magnus was terrible. The albino got him some tea to drink and set it before him before sitting a little ways away from him so they could talk.

"How is he a terrible man? He seemed like he was lonely, like he wanted to be cared for and care for someone.," the female spoke. Dracul made a small hum and drank a bit of the tea, "You saw his caring side. The side he only will show to six people, seven or eight if you do have children."
(Y/n) was quiet as she listened to the Romanian speak, it was like listening to an ancient creature who knew about the secrets of time and space. Dracul saw her curiosity sparkling in her eyes, a creature who knew not of her own power or importance. Something so rare and pure that he wanted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming. The man took another drink of tea. The flavor was good.
"He said that he was searching for someone, his sister. A princess.," the teen girl said to the ancient being beside her, "He seemed like he loves his sister very much."
"He does.," the vampire man replied, "He loves his mother and sister the most. They are his world."
(Y/n) smiled and looked down, "To think, there is a missing princess around here, I wonder who she is."

Dracul set the cup down, "I am not usually a poet, but her other brother is. I'll tell you what he said about her to me. Eyes that look like padparadscha sapphires, skin like white marble but soft and warm like lambskin, hair of white gold, and magic beautiful as an aurora yet powerful as the sun. A princess and goddess in all respects."
"She sounds lovely... hold on, is she an albino?," (y/n) asked. Dracul nodded, "She is."
"I only know two other albinos besides Gabriel and Geneviere, and they live on the other side of town. One of them is a male though.," the teen said.
Dracul was chuckling, this girl was selfless. She was not even considering herself, thus amusing the Romanian man. This sweet little being was the most amusing, kind and considerate person he had ever had the pleasure of meeting, he could see why his future self had married her. (Y/n) smiled at the vampire man, "Well, I hope he finds his sister and is happy." She got up and took the empty cup to wash.
"You don't want that wish to come true.," Dracul spoke.
The albino teen looked back and saw he was no longer there. She shrugged and put the newly cleaned cup away.

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Malthe picked up the papers and put them into the file holder he brought with him, he loosened his tie with a sigh. The meeting went well, the others did not mind and even encouraged him to speak up from a citizen's perspective on everything they discussed. He got greetings and 'good nights' from the others as they went home or to their hotels. The blond man saw who he wanted to talk to and walked over, "Lukas, do you and your brothers have time to talk?"
The man looked over to the Scandinavian and nodded, "Ja, I don't want to go to the bat with Matthias and the others, I have time."
"Well...," Malthe said and rubbed his head, "My daughter has awakened her magic. And she beat down Luciano for trying to get money from one of her teachers."

The dull eyed man's eyes widened a little, "I will come over when I am free next. But you have to tell her everything."
"I'm afraid she is finding out on her own, Dracul has been talking to her lately. But he swears he means no harm.," Malthe spoke with a little lie thrown in.
Lukas nodded, "She needs to be taught how to use her magic as soon as possible, just in case she needs to use it for any reason that arises."
Malthe agreed with this man, he wanted his daughter to learn how to fight with her magic just in case she is found out. He needs to tell her who she really is so she can defend herself from those that are looking for her.