In the Dracula au can we see tahl have to calm quigon down during one of his angry moods due to a village woman saying bad things about tahl. With tahl convincing him to make the woman a ghoul or have one of her kids become an indentured servant to obiwan?
The moment Qui-Gon’s eyes turned a bloody red, was the moment that Tahl realized that she had to take matters into her own hands. It would not do their family any good, if her dear husband would give in to his primal instincts and tear apart the foul and obviously jealous woman right in front of the whole village.
“Who do you think you are?” growled Qui-Gon in a voice that was frightening and affecting everyone and everything around him. Cat were hissing, with their claws out and dogs began to either bark in challenge and in protection of their owners, or they turned tail and hid. “Who gives you the right to judge MY wife the way you do?”
The woman was clearly terrified, but there was also something else in her gaze and aura that Tahl could not quite place. She had a good guess, but no proof.
“Dad,” Obi-Wan had jumped forward. He too was no stranger to his father’s dangerous side. As a young child - young is relative with him being a vampire - he had seen how his father and grandfather have teared apart a group of bandits that had not only threatened the village, but their family and status as well. It had been more of an accident really, because the redhead had not been supposed to follow the two older vampires, but Qui-Gon had forgotten something and as the sweet little boy that Obi-Wan usually was, he had just wanted to help.
“Not now, Obi-Wan,” it always surprised Tahl, how fast Qui-Gon could switch between angered and calm.
“On the contrary Qui-Gon,” Tahl had stepped forward now as well. A pair of blood red eyes landed on her and she took the moment to close the gap between them. Her husband was surprised at the kiss, but he did return it and Tahl counted that as a very good sign. “Don’t do it, she is not worth it,” she whispered for only the prince of vampires to hear.
A feral growl escaped the long haired man as he pulled away to turn to the woman. He mustered her for a few moments longer, right before his eyes turned to the blonde child at the woman’s side. The child had just appeared from the assembled crowd and was desperately clinging to the female’s dress. A predatory grin appeared on bearded features.
“Perhaps,” began the prince of the vampires, “it would do your family good to learn some respect and your place. Your boy,” he motioned to the blonde child, “he will come to the estate tomorrow, before the first ray of sun appears on the horizon. He shall serve my son and hopefully he learn from his mother’s mistakes.”
Shock and denial showed on the woman’s face and again there was something else. Tahl suddenly realized that it was disappointment, it was almost as if the female had WANTED the vampire to lose control.
“What if I refuse?” challenged the female.
“Then you and your family will be punished accordingly,” answered Qui-Gon in an ice cold voice. He finally turned away from the scene. “We are going.”
Obi-Wan jumped forward and took his father’s left hand to calm him down and Tahl took his right hand. Together the vampire family left, aware of the stares at their backs.
“It could have gone much worse,” observed the honey skinned bloodsucker almost neutral.
“Indeed,” agreed Qui-Gon.
“Why does he have to be my servant?” pouted Obi-Wan. The boy preferred to have his privacy. He was actually quite independent.
“It sprung to my mind. Besides, it might do you good to have a friend, even if it is a human boy,” said Qui-Gon. His son’s isolation was a thorn in his side and it was often a topic the father and son pair disagreed and fought on.
“Anakin, his name is Anakin,” said Obi-Wan and two pairs of eyes turned to him in surprise. The young vampire shrugged, “I make it my business to know everyone in the village, grandfather said it is important to. Still, I do not want him around me.”
“You will do as I say,” Qui-Gon replied, perhaps a little too harsh and Tahl wanted to interfere. She knew how sensitive her sweet boy could be, but before she could open her mouth, the redhead had pulled away.
There was a clear challenge in his blue-green eyes and there was also the faintest hint of red in their depths. Tahl shuddered. Obi-Wan had inherited his temper and strength from his father and the fact that his grandfather had fed him his own blood in the beginning - Obi-Wan had been terrible weak after he had been born and Yan had hoped that it helped - had probably done him good too.
“You have no right to tell me, who I befriend,” his voice was not far from growling. His posture was tense.
Qui-Gon, who was just as taken aback by the unusual challenge of his son, was too stunned to form a reply and the young vampire used the opportunity to shapeshift into his favorite form - a young fox - and quickly vanished from sight.
“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon was already on the move, but the honey skinned woman at his side kept a grip on his hand and made him turn his attention to her.
“Let him go, he needs time for himself now.”
“But-,” he was interrupted.
“Our son can take care of himself, he is no child anymore.”
“He is barely 160 years old,” protested Qui-Gon. He was overprotective and Obi-Wan was entering a phase in his life, where he both started to rebel and got even more independent.
“And therefore old enough to make his own decisions,” Tahl sighed. “We have to face it, Qui… our boy is growing up.”
Midnight blue eyes turned sad as they stared at the point, where Obi-Wan had vanished into the woods. “I know,” he sighed, “shall we?”
“After you,” and with that they returned to the estate, both thinking of passed memories…
