“So how do we kill a soul eating monster?”

“Uh, I'm sorry, my boy, but you don't.” His great grandfather's deep voice growled quietly and the old man nearly flinched as the boy's piercing gaze fell on him. So like Mina, especially when he heard something he didn't like. He may have ruled a country and a race but that woman ruled their household and him with a more ruthless control than he'd ever had.

“What?” Blaine demanded and Kurt squeezed his hand as the old vampire carried on speaking.

“Blaine, your powers are of a different kind than mine and Kurt's. You are protected and can look inside him and cause him pain but you cannot kill him. Souleaters need to be starved, drained of the souls that give them strength and power, only then are they able to be killed and the souls set free to move on. You, my boy, can only handle your own soul. You are unable to handle the transferral of the souls and release. Kurt and I will be going to the station.”

“Can I remind you he's nine months pregnant?” Blaine snarled and the old vampire glared, his eyes turning dark and Blaine flinched.

“Your lack of faith in your husband and your great grandfather and king to protect him is disgusting. Go to your room.” The Count spoke, his voice quiet and dangerous but Kurt has to hold in the giggle at the last comment. No matter what, the ‘Great and Powerful Impaler' was still a parent and was simply grounding his great grandson.

Blaine looked at him, his eyes watery and Kurt squeezed his hand again. He understood Blaine's worry, even if it was a little offensive.

“I apologise, my love. I know you are capable of taking care of this demon but understand that my fear of losing you overwhelms me and I was there, my Kurt. I saw what he did to those people. I cannot lose my heart and our children but I trust that both you and Grandfather can deal with this. I am sorry. I love you.” He pleaded his voice full of shame and Kurt pulled his mate into his arms.

“I understand and I love you too Blaine. I will be safe, and come home to you soon.” He replied soothingly and they kissed for a few seconds then Blaine left with a glance at his great grandfather.

The station is a decimated mess. The sky had grown dark and it only added to the grim atmosphere as Vlad stepped around the bodies of policemen. Some were young, some old, male and female. The creature hadn't been selective. Blood painted the walls and shattered glass littered the floor, glinting like bloody diamonds in what little light spilled over them.

“Oh my gosh.” Kurt whispered, his hand at his mouth. He stepped over one puddle and nearly straight into another and gagged.

“You get used to the smell after a while, but the look in their eyes…Kurt history may call me a monster, even our Nicolae if anyone but those who loved him remembered, but this senseless slaughter is above even me,” He stopped in his tracks, wary eyes on the door at the end of the corridor. “The creature is still here. Kurt be prepared,” Kurt steeled himself and almost immediately a force field went up around him. The Count eyed it impressed and chuckled. “Where can I get one of those?”

Kurt smirked back at him, only glancing away from the door for a second. “Given the chance I'm pretty sure they'd help you out there.”

The Count shook his head as a crash echoed and suddenly the door exploded. The dust settled and the creature stood before them, a hulking, bloody mess with a twisted grin on its face.

“Hello.” It growled and actually looked like if it didn't have the threatening impression to keep up it would have flinched when the Count's own mouth twisted into its own evil grin.

“Hello,” The older vampire growled back and swiftly stepped forward and thrust his hand into the creature's chest and ripped its heart out. “Kurt, now! He yelled and Kurt started singing the same way he had back when he and Blaine had confronted the Despoina and the note that had burst out of him had, apart from filleting the vampire trying to kill Blaine, spread the gathered vampire's souls out for everyone to see their truth.

The effect is as dazzling as it is terrifying. The creature let out a horrific scream and his head almost bursts open. A bright light floods the room and the colours that spill out of it are amazing. He can see the souls escaping; almost see the people they belonged to, smiling again. Finally the creature is empty and the room grows dark again.

Blaine watched the darkening skies with anticipation, his eyes growing wide as the clouds grew grey but the sky over the centre of Manhattan was washed with the setting sun, making it look like Manhattan was on fire.
"The sky blazed and the land was whole again." His father muttered and Blaine turned to look at him.
"What did you say father?" He asked and the older vampire smiled at him.
"It is part of a poem about the third war. It is said when your grandfather died your great grandfather and great uncles were in pain and enraged, obviously but when Vlad's grief made him unleash his power the sky burned as the rogues died and when he was done all but our family and those who fought for us and the innocent were alive."
Blaine looked at his father with silent awe then looked towards the station and back. "So theyve killed it?" He asked hopefully.
Dmitri started to answer but then a gust of wind stopped him and he furrowed his brow worriedly. "Come inside Blaine, Katarin. Cooper close the windows." He said and guided his son and wife back into the towers. The lock clicked on the balcony doors and Dmitri's eyes narrowed, focusing on the main door as his family watched him warily.
 
The count grinned a red-fanged, menacing visage glee and turned in time to see Kurt breathe deeply, wince and slump against the wall. His grin dropped and he rushed over immediately, worried about the boy. "Kurt? What is it boy?" He asked and looked him over as his great grandson in law took another gulp of air before replying.
"Its the twins," he gasped and smiled grimly. "I think they take after you Drăculești, they want to see the dead thing."
The count threw his head back and laughed then picked Kurt up bridal-style. "You make that sound like a bad thing. Just breathe deeply; we will have you home in moments."

The next thing he knew he was being laid in Blaine's arms and his husband was running them up the stairs while the Count yelled for the doctor. The doctor rushed in and bowed briefly to both of them and started emptying the tools he'd kept safe and sterile in the room they'd closed off for the birth and would keep as a sort of ‘hospital', if any of them ever needed patching up and for the twins. Kurt looked at the white walls and counted to ten then looked at his husband who was glaring apprehensively at the objects.

“Blaine,” He started and immediately his mate's hazel eyes fixed on him. “The nice doctor needs to cut me open to get our children out of me now and I don't want to have to rip into you for ripping him apart so either heel or get out.”

Blaine's eyes widened and he looked at the doctor who smiled a little sheepishly then back to Kurt and he paled slightly. “I think I'll just…wait outside.” He stuttered then all but fled and Kurt rolled his eyes.

The doctor chuckled and leaned forward, scalpel in his hand. “Just close your eyes and count backwards from ten, my Prince.”

The doctor stepped out of the room, wiping his hands and bowed to the Royal Family. “Your Majesties, Prince Kurt and the Prince and Princess are waiting.” He said in the official way and Blaine stood, tears in his eyes and shook his hand before he ran back into the room followed by his parents, the Count, Countess, Cooper and Annalei.

Kurt looked up as they came in and smiled, handing one of the babies he was holding and had been nursing on his finger to Blaine who gathered the baby close then handed him to his father and went to kiss Kurt.

Dmitri smiled down at the baby then turned to his aide that was standing in the doorway. “Please put the announcement sign outside and put on our websites and…well you know what to do. I have grandchildren!” He stumbled over the words then called out, over joyed and looked back down at the baby who was giggling at him.

The Count cleared his throat and everyone looked from the babies to him. “Kurt, Dmitri if you'd let me take the babies, please? I'd like a look at our new little miracles and I need to bless them, if you don't mind.”

“Of course.” Kurt replied and Blaine and Dmitri handed the babies to the older Vampire.

“Hello,” Vlad spoke sweetly to the babies and they giggled. He looked at Kurt and Blaine and asked. “Do you have names picked out?”

Kurt looked at Blaine and then back at the Count and nodded. “Yes. We were going to call them Emilia Katia and Nicolae Valerian. Emilia is a mix of Elena and Mina and Katia is another form of Katarin and Nicolae Valerian is pretty obvious.” Kurt replied and Vlad nodded.

“Nicolae Valerian and Emilia Katia. Today a new destiny is born in you. With your birth a new journey starts. Your bloodline stretches back centuries, present company included and today you become the new bloodline. Children of the Drăculești and Dănești, of the Basarab, the joining of love, power, destiny and blood. May you be powerful but humble, pure yet wise, happy, healthy, honest and joyful. May you bring happiness and peace to others. May your days shine like gold, your nights sparkle like silver. May you be a blessing to all you meet, your family and those you love and bring pride to your family. May your destiny guide you as the blood that flows through your veins. Children of royal blood, of Anderson and Amorsa, I now anoint you Prince Nicolae Valerian Anderson and Princess Emilia Katia Anderson. Let your life and legend be as strong as the names that have come before you.” The Count said, biting into his own thumb at the word ‘anoint' and drawing it across each baby's forehead. He passed them back to Kurt and Blaine and the family, the blessing now finished, gathered around to coo over the new tiny heirs.

“Hey man,” A voice speaks and Blaine looks up to see Finn in the doorway looking nervous and Blaine waves him in, looking back down at the paper he's reading. Finn shuffles his feet then speaks again. “I-I wanted to, y'know, apologise about Rachel the other day. She had no right assuming we'd get married here. We're family-I mean I'm Kurt's family, not, um, not yours but…” He trails off and Blaine looks up at him, his brow creased and his triangular eyebrows in two firm lines, it's intimidating.

“Is there something you wanted to say, Finn?” He asks, as if Finn hadn't spoken and he realises it for the do-over he's giving him.

He coughs and raises his chin, speaking quickly and directly. “I wanted to apologise for my mate, her behaviour was wrong, ill thought out and completely disrespectful to you, Kurt and all of us, really. That…that's kind of it.”

A smile quirks at the other vampire's mouth and Finn almost collapses in relief, and then Blaine speaks. “That was very nice Finn, and thank you but I really would like an apology from her.”

Finn sighs and rubs his neck, looking around. “I dunno if you'll get one, I mean I'm sorry of course but she thinks she's right. She used to be so different, you know? Well I guess you remember but she's been spending time with her mom and it's changed her.”

Blaine nodded and looked down at what he'd been reading then back up at Finn. “Thank you, Finn. Please go and watch over the twins.”

Finn straightened immediately and nodded his head in a bow. “Of course, thank you Blaine.”

“So,” Kurt's voice came from one of the side doors and Blaine slumped slightly in his chair. “That was interesting.”

The black-haired vampire looked up at his husband quizzically. “Howso?” He asked.

Kurt strolled over and sat on the arm of the chair, placing his hands on Blaine's shoulders and massaging them which elicited a happy moan from the other vampire. “Well I never knew she had a mom.” He said and Blaine chuckled.

“I am not surprised Rachel's mother is not…well she is one of the real reasons why Rachel feels she is not higher up the ladder. I used to feel for her as a child but as an adult I'm not sure I do. She won't speak of her mother so it doesn't surprise me why you were her best friend and never knew. To know that she is spending her time with her is troubling though.”

“Why? Kurt asked, confused.

Blaine looked up at him and with wide eyes said. “She's a succubus, Kurt.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow. Since Rachel had expressed derision at the ball where Blaine's father had announced that he was going to step down, for Succubae he'd asked Blaine and read up on the creatures. They differed from the creature that had murdered all those people and that he'd killed days ago. They were vampires and fed on desire, emotion and blood. They were the lowest rung on the vampiric ladder and desired power more than anything. He suddenly understood why Rachel had changed so much. “So what? She wants our power? How does she think she's going to get it?”

Blaine shook his head and sighed. “I don't know, Beautiful, but I have the feeling that she will let us know soon.”