I can't believe it's taken me so long to get round to this. Sorry, guys! Thanks to anyone who's still around to read this story, which follows on from Unexpected, Expectation and Unsuspecting (in that order). Just a short chapter to get things going, but I do have a fair bit written that I'll be working through in the next few weeks/months (I don't know how much work all of it will need).
It's B/R slash, obviously, and will continue to have trigger warnings for sexual content, past sexual abuse/rape, and trauma. I hope you enjoy it, and please do let me know your thoughts!
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me - the show wouldn't have survived it!
Robin du Fortunesa felt his face set into an expression of grim resignation as he and his husband landed. The house was a wreck, but they had no choice but to go in. The family who'd lived here might still be present. Some of them might even still be undead. They could only hope - after all, perhaps there had been some warning before the structural damage they could see had occurred.
Walking through the door - uninvited, but that meant nothing in a vampire home - they spread out a little, moving apart to cover more ground, to cover each other's backs. By the time they passed through the open doors of the great banqueting hall, however, it was clear that the place was deserted. Robin began prowling the edges of the room, staying in the shadows as Bertrand had always taught him, while his husband ignored his own advice and strode to the centre of the room before stopping short.
"We're too late."
Bertrand didn't seem to hear him, staring down as if his eyes were glued to something Robin couldn't see, behind a pile of rubble. Robin approached, curious. Just as his gaze finally fell on the bundle safely preserved in a shaft of sunlight... the baby began to cry.