This is a completely random idea I had while iMessaging a Shandom tumblr friend on my 6 hour drive back to school yesterday. Thanks for the input Carrie :)

Oh I ship Mika/Kurda now. Yeah I've been away for quite a while. Actually I think I've always subconsciously shipped them a bit. Meh.

This is also not in the TVF universe AT ALL. This is just some random AU. Also the title doesn't really fit but it's temporary so shh.


The screams had fallen silent not one hour before the vampires arrived. Prince Mika Ver Leth's small company of soldiers would be the last to cross the threshold of the cozy and tragically isolated woodland cabin.

"We're too late." Mika grunted, dropping the limp drained wrist on which he'd been trying to find a pulse.

"Too late for what?" Kurda replied casually. The blonde was currently (successfully) masking a great deal of frustration with his dark, moody colleague.

"Don't play the fool, Kurda. Even you can admit that this kind of feeding frenzy wasn't necessary. And so disorganized, my gods. If news of this gets out they're going to attract hunters from every direction. Idiots." Mika glared judgementally down at the massacre before them. Half a dozen adult corpses and one that looked no more than 13; all drained of blood and bearing injuries that showed evidence of great struggle.

The slender blonde General could've mustered a diplomatic comment, but it had been a long night (this band of vampaneze was being particularly tricky to track down) and he just couldn't be bothered.

"What would you have us do, Sire?" A young vampire spoke up from the doorway. "Are we going to track the vampaneze?"

Kurda looked to Mika; the dark prince shook his head.

"Not this time, Cyrus. I don't think there's much more we can do here." Kurda replied, looking again to Mika for confirmation.

"There's one thing we can do." Mika spoke up. "We'll give them an honourable cremation. Find some dry wood to speed things up; I don't want to be here till daybreak." He ordered the small troop of vampires who were slowly filing into the small house.

"Are you suggesting we burn the house down, sire?" Kurda asked cautiously.

"Not like they need it anymore." Mika grunted. "If anyone finds these bodies they'll go in search of a monster. Humans don't know the vampaneze, it's the vampires they tell stories of. Hunters on our tails are the last thing we need."

"Yes, sire." The lower ranked vampires immediately departed fetched firewood to speed the burning process. No one would ever know what transpired here.

Mika and Kurda stood in pensive silence. For a minute. Two minutes. Three.

"I smell human." Kurda hissed suddenly.

"That's very astute of you." Mika commented wryly, with a downwards glance at the corpses.

"No, Mika. Someone in this house is still alive!" The general insisted, nostrils dilating and eyes darting.

"You're hearing things. We haven't drank in so long your ears are starting to-" But the prince froze before the word was out of his mouth.

Movement; shuffling. Tiny sounds, meek and inaudible to anyone without superhuman hearing, but definite movement just the same. And drawing closer by the second.

Mika wheeled around and whipped his sword out. Kurda grasped the hilt of his own weapon, but did not draw it. The pacifist found it almost comical how tense his fierce comrade was.

And from nowhere, the enemy appeared. Except it wasn't an enemy, it was a stuffed bear. Grubby and ripped and closely followed at a brisk crawl by a tiny blonde girl, probably not even two.

"Oh, FUCK." Mika blurted out, the syllable punctuated by the sharp hiss of his sword being slid back into its sheath. He side-eyed Kurda. The blonde looked caught between surprise, relief, and sympathy.

"Mama?" The kid squawked, brandishing her teddy and crawling clumsily into the kitchen.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Mika; beyond the countertop lay what could only be the family of this child, slaughtered and drained. While Mika cringed, Kurda acted. He swept forward and scooped up the intruder before she could see the carnage.

"Dada?" she tried, peering around from atop Kurda's shoulders. Kurda turned so she was facing the other direction. Hugging her bear tightly she didn't seem concerned about the two strangers in her house.

"Your Mama and Dada aren't here." Kurda murmured, an unmistakable hitch in his voice. He locked eyes with Mika.

"What do we do?"

"We get rid of it. Drop it off somewhere with other humans." Mika grunted. "It's young, it won't remember anything."

"There's not another human for hundreds of miles around." Kurda shot back, while a sticky toddler hand clawed its way through his hair.

"We take it somewhere where there are humans." Mika shrugged. "Give it a chance at a normal life."

"She." Kurda muttered.

"Whatever." The prince grumbled. But then his face softened for a moment. "Hey. Get that thing out of your mouth. You don't know where it's been." He stepped forward and gingerly pulled the teddy's foot out of the little girl's mouth. Although well-intentioned, the action was not well-received and was met with a bloodcurdling scream of objection. Kurda quickly returned the bear.

The other vampires came stumbling back into the house looking shellshocked.

"What is that?!" Nathan demanded. Kurda turned and he saw the child. "Oh my gods, they left one alive. But why?l"

"I doubt they knew she was here." Mika explained in a low voice. "The family was probably awake at the time of the attack; why else would they all be in the kitchen? But it's 1 in the morning, so the kid was probably asleep in its room."

"She." Kurda corrected again. Mika rolled his eyes.

"The vampaneze would've been too preoccupied gorging themselves to catch the scent of another live human. I don't know why it only woke up now, but we have to do something with it." The prince concluded.

"So we take it to the city? We can leave it at a hospital or a church." Cyrus contributed.

"Yeah. We'd better move. It'll be daybreak soon." Mika replied. "Are we ready to light the house up?"

"Affirmative, sire." said Nathan, matches in hand.

"Then we go."

The vampires left the house as silently as they'd came in. The tiny girl had no idea it was her last time looking up at the familiar blue ceiling. She was only concerned with keeping a tight hold on her bear in case the dark man (who looked a bit like daddy, only much more fearsome) tried to steal it again. She didn't realize that the only home she'd ever known was suddenly a smoking wreck behind her. She briefly wondered where her parents had gone, but it wasn't long before she dozed off with her face buried in the neck of a blonde stranger- who didn't feel like a stranger.


Yeah this is going somewhere.

I'm done with writing long stupid ANs so all I really have to say is I'm glad you read this and if you have tumblr make sure you follow festivaloftheundead bc the Shandom is actually not dead I promise.

Updates might come quicker for this one cause I have Carrie kicking my ass and she's gonna write some too (she runs the funniest DS blog to ever exist. follow her too: tehcirque)

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