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The evening turned to night as Diluc manned the Angel’s Share’s bar, drawing ever closer to the time when he’d normally begin his closing duties, and yet the annoying blue haired knight was still leaning on the bar counter, having the audacity to speak to him. Diluc kept his replies short and sharp, yet Kaeya didn’t seem to get the hint- or rather, he understood from the start that his brother wanted nothing to do with him, and that was exactly why he kept talking- until his drinking friend, Rosaria, dragged him into a conversation of their own. Diluc was never quite sure about what the strangely non-religious nun had going on in her head, but at the moment, he was grateful to her. It was impossible to overhear anything while Kaeya was harassing him. 

The patrons had thinned out, yet there were still plenty going strong; it was looking to be a late night for the bartender. The bard who had come to play for them was showing no signs of stopping either, and Diluc had to admit, he enjoyed it when this particular one came by. Venti was known throughout Mondstadt for a good reason; his fingers seemed to fly along his lyre as if it were as simple as breathing, his voice was smooth as silk, and he seemed to know just about any song that was requested of him. 

Even now, as the bard was seated upon a stool, he was playing a song that had been requested by one of the patrons. Instead of listening in on the conversations around him, Diluc found himself distracted by another voice, yet instead of irritating, this one was pleasant. 

“You’re not exactly being subtle. ” Diluc’s gaze snapped back to his brother, who now had a teasing smirk on his face. The redhead furrowed his brows, frowning at Kaeya, and yet, he continued. “I can’t be the only one who’s noticed you staring at that bard all night… and all the other nights he’s here.” 

Ah. Diluc wasn’t sure why he had been so reckless in his admiration, especially around someone like Kaeya, but it was no matter. He busied himself by picking up an empty glass, polishing it with a nearby cloth. “He is performing. I’m sure you know it’s only natural to watch a performance.” 

“Ah, yes, I always watch performances with longing in my eyes and obvious sexual tension.” Kaeya chuckled, his words a bit slurred, yet it seemed to affect Diluc all the same. He glared at his brother, though at the same time, he could feel heat rising to his cheeks. He couldn’t deny that Venti was rather pretty, and on the occasions they spoke, he had such a way with words that tied his stomach in knots- but that was not for Kaeya of all people to call out. 

“You’re aware I have the power to ban you from this establishment.” Diluc replied, hardening his gaze and willing his blush to recede. 

Before Kaeya could respond, Rosaria butted in, placing a hand on Kaeya’s shoulder as she stood from her seat. “I think it’s about time we get going- you’ve had too much to drink.” 

Kaeya frowned at her, yet Rosaria showed no reaction. “C’mon, I can handle my liquor.” He stated, but as he stood, he had to hold onto the edge of the bar for support. Diluc had to roll his eyes. 

Rosaria grabbed Kaeya’s arm and slung it over her shoulders unceremoniously, shooting a glance back at Diluc. “Just put it on my tab. I’m taking this one home before he makes me hold his hair back as he pukes his guts out.” 

“That was one time.” Kaeya slurred. Diluc ignored him and simply offered a curt nod to Rosaria, and that was enough for the nun to drag the knight to the door. 

Diluc allowed himself to breathe out a sigh. At last, he would have a moment of peace. Unfortunately, he had not managed to pick up on any promising leads in terms of vampire sightings tonight, but it wasn’t always the case that these endeavours were fruitful. He’d simply have to do more investigating on his own. He set down the glass he had been holding and turned around to instead organize some of the various bottles he’d used throughout the night. However, when he looked away, the tavern felt quiet. The music had stopped. 

The squeaking of a bar stool against the polished floor made the redhead peer over his shoulder just in time to see the bard settling into the seat. Oh, this he hadn’t been expecting. It wasn’t often that Venti drank here, and that was not because the little bard didn’t drink, far from it. He’d overheard complaints that this tavern was too expensive for him for the amount of alcohol he’d wish to consume. 

Diluc turned to face the bard, stepping towards him, and part of him loathed the way his heart fluttered simply from Venti perking up at being noticed. “That was quite the performance,” Diluc started, his voice softening as he gave Venti his full attention. “The patrons love you.” 

A smile grew on Venti’s face, and there was a glimmer in his eyes which made Diluc’s heart skip a beat. “I’m glad you liked it, Master Diluc… but did you like it enough to give me a drink on the house?” 

Ah, of course, always trying to cheap out and get wine for free. That was the Venti Diluc knew. Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to mind. His playfulness didn’t irritate him in the way Kaeya’s did, in a way, it was almost charming. Instead of chastising him, Diluc picked up a glass, seemingly much to Venti’s surprise, and poured into it from a bottle of dandelion wine.

“ One drink. Anything else is coming out of your pocket, you still owe me for last time.” Diluc stated as he slid the glass over to Venti. 

Venti’s eyes lit up like a child receiving their favourite candy, cute , Diluc mused in the back of his mind. The bard took the glass with glee and raised it to his soft looking lips, and Diluc couldn’t help but take a moment to admire him. His rosy cheeks looked as if they’d be soft to the touch, his eyes the most striking blue, his hands seemed so delicate, yet his fingertips were calloused from years of playing instruments… 

“Hmm, are you growing soft on me?” Venti asked after sipping his wine, a playful lilt to his voice. “You didn’t even put up a fight- not that I’m complaining.” 

Diluc blinked a few times, he had to respond to what Venti had said. Ah, perhaps Kaeya was right in a way, he was rather enchanted whenever it came to Mondstadt’s beloved bard. He let out a small huff, slowly shaking his head. “You’re providing entertainment, which helps my business. I can afford to be a bit more lenient with you- though don’t think you can take advantage of that.” 

Venti let out a light laugh, the sound melodic. “I’m not cruel, Master Diluc. I appreciate your kindness.” 

As suspicious of people as he was, Diluc found himself holding none of those reservations towards the bard. Through all their interactions, although Venti would tease and mess around, underneath it all, he seemed genuine and kind… but perhaps believing him was Diluc’s gravest mistake. 

By now, all of Mondstadt was asleep, save for a few drunk stragglers, Diluc Ragnvindr, and the vampires. The winery owner had left his estate fully equipped. Under his coat were vials of holy water, a silver dagger, and a wooden stake, along with various other weapons just in case, including his vision. Much better prepared than a Knight of Favonius. 

Diluc walked the empty streets of Mondstadt, keeping his footsteps light, his senses on high alert. Did he have the authority to be prowling the streets at night hunting vampires? No. Did that ever stop him before? Also no. Someone had to keep the city safe, and as far as he was concerned, the Knights were doing a poor job of that. 

Suddenly, there was a yelp, then the sound quickly became muffled. It sounded like a woman in pain- that was all Diluc needed to hear to rush towards the source. He darted into an alleyway, rounded the corner, and stopped. It was exactly what he expected to see, and yet, he felt shaken to his core. 

Struggling and pinned to the wall was the woman who worked at the local flower shop whose name Diluc couldn't quite remember, and on top of her, a vampire. His fangs were sunk deep into her neck, one hand was pinning her arms above her head, the other covering her mouth. But the vampire… it couldn't be. 

Diluc recognized that flowy green outfit, that fluffy black hair, those electric blue eyes which had just darted towards him. They weren't soft and full of life as Diluc remembered; now, they seemed empty, his pupils blown out like a hungry wild animal. 

The gears were clicking into place. There was a reason Diluc only ever saw Venti out at night, and perhaps this was even the reason he was so drawn to him. Vampires were known to have an inviting aura, a sort of supernatural charm. With horror, he came to another realization. Venti always appeared warm and full of life, yet his rosy cheeks were not a sign of human health, they were the sign of a well fed vampire. 

No matter what he thought of this man before, he couldn't hesitate. Diluc swiftly lunged forward, slipping a silver dagger into his hand, and in a single motion, he pressed the weapon flush against Venti's throat, growling in his ear. "Let her go." 

Venti relented, pulling his fangs out of the woman's neck with a sigh. He didn't seem worried, more… disappointed? Diluc paid it no mind as he harshly pulled the vampire off of his victim, allowing her to weakly stumble away. 

"Go somewhere safe. He won't be following you." Diluc said to the woman, pressing the dagger a bit harder against Venti's throat, his other arm holding him around the waist. The woman nodded, and with tears in her eyes, she fled the scene. 

Venti tilted his head back, resting it on Diluc's shoulder, and closeness made him shudder. "And here I thought I could keep everyone in the dark for a bit longer…" He pouted up at Diluc, and the redhead wanted nothing more than to erase this image from his mind. It was the same little bard he had grown so fond of, yet there was blood dripping down his chin, his eyes glowing in the dark. He was a beast like many Diluc had slain before, but this time, it was wearing the face of one he had felt a potential connection with. He wasn't going to enjoy slaying this one. 

"Have you been… for the entire time I've known you, have you…" Diluc couldn't seem to get the words out, his hand shaking. He likely looked pathetic as a hunter at this moment, but he had to know. 

Venti offered a sad smile, one that was not comforting in the least. "I've been a vampire since long before you were even born." Any small amount of hope that Diluc had was crushed with a single statement. Not only was Venti a vampire, but he wasn't newly turned. He was old , from the sound of it, he'd been like this for decades, if not centuries . A vampire like that must have lost any shred of humanity long ago. Nothing could be genuine- he was simply acting. 

"You know… I don't exactly feel like dying today, Master Diluc." Venti said as if it were the most casual thing in the world, and in an instant, the tables were turned on Diluc. Venti had grabbed his arms, twisted around, and pinned him to the brick wall in one unbelievably fast movement. Diluc quietly cursed under his breath- he would've had a chance if he hadn't hesitated. 

Venti licked his lips, cleaning them of the blood that still coated them, and Diluc felt his breath hitch at the sight. The vampire hadn't been able to finish his feeding… there was no way he needed it, but would Diluc become his second course? Venti leaned in close, standing on his toes, but the playful smile on his face gave away that he was only teasing. "Don't tell anyone about this, okay? I'd hate to have to leave town so soon." 

"And let you kill more people? Not a chance." Diluc glared into the vampire's eyes, yet he seemed unphased. "I'd rather die than be an accomplice to a monster ." 

"Aw, that's a shame, I like you." Venti's voice was nearly a whine, yet Diluc didn't dignify him with a response, instead struggling against his grip. For being so small, Venti had a lot of strength. He supposed it was supernatural. The vampire breathed out a sigh, and to Diluc's surprise, he released him, taking a step back. Their eyes met, and for a moment, Venti's seemed to glow brighter. "You won't tell anyone about what I am." 

A strange feeling overcame Diluc. His mind felt fuzzy, and he couldn't seem to look away from Venti's eyes, frozen in place. Was this some kind of vampire power he'd never experienced before…? 

"Well, I'll see you around, Master Diluc." Venti said, his demeanor switching back to the playful bard he recognized. In a mere instant, he was gone- Diluc didn't even have a chance to see which way he was going. 

He stayed with his back against the wall for a while longer, catching his breath. He'd known from the beginning that it was only a matter of time before he ran into someone he knew like this, yet he hated that the one it was had to be the very man he'd been falling for. None of that mattered now- all that mattered was getting rid of Venti before he had the chance to hurt anyone else. If Diluc's failure ended in a loss of life, the blood would be on his hands. 

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“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on, mister darknight hero?” Kaeya’s tone was teasing, yet underneath, Diluc could tell he was serious. The knight crossed one leg over the other, leaning back in the plush chair. He looked up from his glass of wine to meet his brother’s eyes, who in contrast to Kaeya’s laid back demeanour, was hunched over, fidgeting with the ends of his gloves. “You seem stressed- well, more stressed than usual.” 

It had been only a day since Diluc’s encounter with Venti, and despite his efforts to track down the vampire after he seemingly vanished, he was nowhere to be found. He hadn’t slept, the bags under his eyes being a testament to that, and to make matters worse, Kaeya had barged into his estate the very next afternoon. Something about brotherly bonding. The two had been working on mending their relationship, so it wasn’t odd for the knight to appear unannounced, but he couldn’t have chosen a less ideal time. 

Diluc glanced up as he was spoken to, hesitating for a moment. Should he tell Kaeya? Getting the knights involved was the last thing he ever wanted to do, however, when potential lives were at stake, he could set his personal gripes aside. 

“Last night, I-“ Diluc stopped, yet it wasn’t because he wanted to. It felt as if his throat was closing around the words, his vocal cords shut down, as if something physical was stopping him from making a sound. He tried again. “There was- I saw-“ With each attempt, his body seemed to reject the words he was telling it to say. I saw Venti biting someone. He’s a vampire. He’s dangerous. None of it could be vocalized, and with horror, Diluc thought back to what the bard had said the night before. 

You won’t tell anyone about what I am. 

That command wasn’t empty, it wasn’t a threat, it was a promise. A supernatural binding of his tongue. It was not that he shouldn’t tell anyone, but that he physically couldn’t . For a moment, Diluc swore he saw genuine concern in Kaeya’s eye, but he quickly shook his head. “Nevermind- it’s nothing you need to concern yourself with. I didn’t sleep well is all.” Ha, as if Kaeya would buy that excuse after his struggling to form words. 

Venti had placed a spell on him, and if that was the way things were going to be, Diluc had no choice but to take the vampire out with his own two hands. 

The room was spinning and his head felt fuzzy, yet it wasn’t enough to numb his sorrows. Venti plopped his head on the table in front of him, letting out a whiny groan. He had messed up terribly , yet his dear old friend Zhongli didn’t seem all that concerned with his predicament. 

The man sitting across from him sipped his wine, noticeably slower than Venti had been drinking, due to him actually savouring it instead of trying to get drunk. He let out a thoughtful hum, and Venti peeked up at him, tilting his head up the slightest bit. 

“What you mean to tell me is that while having freedom as your core value, you have stripped that very thing away from someone.” Zhongli relayed his struggle all too casually, setting his glass down on the table in front of him. “It appears that every aspect of your troubles is self-inflicted.” 

Venti slowly lifted his head, only to pick up his glass and tip it back, finishing the contents. He pouted at the taller man, who didn’t appear moved in the slightest. “If I didn’t, he would’ve told people about me, and I don’t want to go back into hiding again…” He trailed off, his words a bit slurred together. “You have it so easy with your blood slave…” 

“Childe is not a blood slave.” Zhongli replied, irritation edging into his voice. “We have a contract.” 

"Same difference." Venti muttered as he reached for the wine bottle again to top his glass up for the… how many glasses had he had, actually? He almost missed when pouring, and he would have if Zhongli hadn't reached over to push his glass an inch to the side. He filled the glass up far past where one was intended to before setting the bottle aside. Honestly, he would've forgone the glass entirely and drank straight from the bottle at this point if he wasn't meant to be sharing. 

Venti took a rather large sip of his wine, even though by now, he likely would be unable to walk. He had very little shame. "If I were to write a ballad of this point in my life… it would be a tragedy." He slurred his words, a frown tugging at his lips. 

"I am cutting you off. That glass is your last." Zhongli stated, and he ignored the drunken whine of complaint that followed. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and Venti could feel the annoyance radiating off of the other vampire. "Venti… why is it that this is troubling you so deeply? If you were to meet with this man again, could you not simply undo what you've done?" 

Venti hesitated for a moment. Zhongli was right, but… that would hold other implications for him. No matter what he may have done differently in that moment, he messed up from the start. "Well… he'd still know what I am." He mumbled, glancing down at the table. 

Zhongli went quiet for a moment, uh oh, he was thinking. Venti glanced up, nervousness creeping up on him even in his drunken state. Zhongli was far too smart, and he could be scary. 

"Ah, I think I understand now." Zhongli stated those words that Venti dreaded. "This was not merely a slip up with an average mortal, this man who caught you is someone you know, someone whose opinion of you you value." 

Venti let out a long, dramatic sigh. Zhongli was right, as he almost always was… or perhaps Venti just made himself too easy to read. He leaned on the table once more, his head bobbing a bit as his vision seemed to spin. “Okay, yes , it’s not just the mind control I care about… it’s not my fault Diluc is so handsome and charming and I maybe want to get into his pants, but it’s my fault he hates me now, and things were going so well-” He stopped as Zhongli raised a hand to quiet his rambling, so instead, Venti took another big sip of wine.

“I was not implying that you desired to court this man, but if that is the case… I pity your predicament.” Zhongli said, slowly shaking his head as if he were a disappointed father. 

Venti merely frowned in response. It seemed Zhongli didn’t have any wise, groundbreaking advice that would solve all of his problems, which was an issue. Zhongli was the smartest man he knew, perhaps the smartest man period… Venti truly had messed things up. 

“We’re gonna need another bottle…”

“ No. ”

The night was young, the sun having just set below the horizon; it was prime time for vampires to come out. Venti was doing just that after having returned from the few days he spent in Liyue, and even in the short time he’d been gone, he’d missed his city. He was seated on the edge of the central fountain, strumming his lyre as he focused on the gentle breeze lightly ruffling his hair. Here, he was at peace, but that was not to last for long. 

He could hear footsteps approaching from behind, the scent of a mortal carried with it. Earthy, yet clean, like the wood from a fireplace, and a hint of grape, with something uniquely him beneath it all. 

“It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it, Master Diluc?” Venti greeted without looking up, the strumming of his fingers gradually slowing to a stop. “I was wondering when you would seek me out.” Finally, he glanced over his shoulder, meeting Diluc’s eyes. He appeared rather… worse for wear. There were bags under his eyes, his hair a bit messier than usual. It was clear he hadn’t been sleeping properly… was this Venti’s doing?

“I need to have a word with you.” Diluc’s tone was akin to a low growl, and although he knew himself to be stronger, Venti couldn’t help but feel nervous. Diluc stepped closer, closer, and Venti wondered just what he planned on doing, until suddenly, he froze. 

“Mister bard! Mister bard!” The voice of a young girl called out.

Venti glanced back, and in an instant, a smile grew across his face. Running up to him with an excited grin, her oversized backpack bouncing behind her, was Klee. He had met the child on a few occasions and she was always a joy to be around, but this time, it seemed she had also saved him from certain death. 

“How’s the mighty spark knight doing today?” Venti greeted, ignoring Diluc’s grumble of annoyance. 

Klee came to a stop in front of him, looking from Venti, then up to Diluc, then back to Venti. “Are you friends with the weird grown up?” 

Venti had to stifle a laugh, covering his mouth as his eyes glimmered with amusement. He could feel Diluc’s glare on him, but how could he care about that when a child had just so innocently insulted him? “That’s right, we’re friends.” He replied with glee, something that the redhead didn’t seem to enjoy.

“Where are your guardians?” Diluc suddenly asked, coming off a bit short- not how one should speak to a child. Venti was already beginning to understand why Klee didn’t like him. 

Before the girl had a chance to respond, the knights’ Chief Alchemist was approaching, looking a bit frazzled. It was rare to see Albedo in a state other than calm and dismissive, but it wasn’t difficult to guess why he appeared stressed at that moment. However, as soon as he spotted Venti, he appeared to relax a small amount. “Klee, I told you to stay where I can see you. I know it must be boring for you, but I need to know where you are.” He lightly lectured the girl, but his voice was soft. He glanced up at the other two. “I apologize if she caused any issue.”

“I’m sorry, Albedo…” Klee muttered, looking down at her feet with a guilty expression. “Dodoco wanted to play…” 

Albedo breathed out a small sigh, crouching down to be on Klee’s level. “I’m not mad, I just need to keep you safe. I’m almost done with my work, then we can play.” 

“Why not leave her with me?” Venti suddenly offered, yet he took notice of how Diluc seemed to tense up next to him. “I’d love to play with Klee and Dodoco until you’re free, they’re lots of fun!” 

Klee seemed to instantly brighten up at the suggestion, and she looked to her big brother with pleading eyes. “Oh, please can I play with mister bard? I promise I’ll be good!” 

Albedo seemed to consider it for a moment, before he offered a small nod. “I don’t see why not.” He stood back up, and looked to Venti with the smallest hint of a smile. “Thank you, Venti. It won’t be long. I’ll be back in an hour at most.” 

“Oh, it’s no trouble, take your time!” Venti replied, chuckling at how Klee was bouncing in excitement. Poor kid, having to wait until her brother was done work with nothing to do. As Albedo began walking away, Venti could feel Diluc’s presence moving closer. He glanced up into his deep red eyes, which were awfully close, yet they weren’t full of warmth like they usually were towards him. 

“If you think I’m leaving you alone with a child, you’re more stupid than I thought.” He growled out, his voice hushed. Venti merely let out a nervous laugh- it seemed that Klee had gained two playmates tonight.

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Diluc had gone out that night with the same intentions he’d carried for days now; to hunt down Venti. However, when at last he saw him, they were rudely interrupted, by a child no less. Earlier, when he spotted the vampire, he found it difficult to breathe. He looked so… human . If he hadn’t seen the man’s fangs himself he wouldn’t have believed it, though he supposed that was the point. He had blocked away any creeping emotions, ready to interrogate the beast and take him down- yet somehow, he ended up babysitting instead. How ridiculous. 

He couldn’t blame that knight for trusting Venti with his younger sister… Albedo, he thought his name was. In a moment, it came back to him. Yes, the blond was the one his brother had been gushing about, right? Not that Diluc could bring himself to care. 

Venti was running around the plaza with Klee, the two of them laughing and playing as if Venti himself was a child as well. Meanwhile, Diluc was now the one sitting at the fountain, the bard’s lyre set next to him. Venti had said he was no fun when he refused to join in their childish games, but he wouldn’t care about a vampire’s opinion of him. He was here only to keep an eye on the monster for the young girl’s sake, even if she didn’t seem to like him much. He just never knew how to act when it came to children. 

After a while, the two came back to the fountain. Venti grabbed his lyre and plopped down next to Diluc- right next to him, so close their thighs were pressed together. Diluc's breath hitched, a warm feeling fluttering starting up in his chest which he quickly tried to push away. What did the bard think he was doing? 

"Tell me, Klee, what kind of music does Dodoco like?" Venti asked as the girl stopped in front of him, bouncing on the spot. 

Klee seemed to think for a moment before a grin appeared on her face. "Happy adventure music!" She exclaimed- Diluc struggled to understand what that meant, but Venti seemed to get it instantly. 

"Oh, like this?" Venti began strumming his lyre, a bouncy, upbeat tune, and as he played, Klee spun around with her arms out to her sides, giggling to herself. 

Diluc found it difficult to focus on the child or the music when the bard was still touching him. He shifted away from Venti, just enough so their thighs weren't touching, but Venti followed him, putting them right back in the same position. Damn. He was doing this on purpose, and it took all of Diluc's willpower not to scold him in front of the kid. 

Soon, although it felt like forever, Albedo had returned. He looked a bit disheveled, the remnants of what looked like slime condensate and some plant matter stuck to his clothes. Diluc vaguely remembered Kaeya mentioning that the alchemist was always performing strange and sometimes dangerous experiments, so he didn't pay it much mind. The redhead cleared his throat, taking the excuse to stand up as he looked to Klee. "Your brother's back." 

Klee stopped as soon as he spoke, looking over at Albedo as he approached with a big grin. "Albedo!" She exclaimed, running to greet him, though she came to a stop in front of him, scrunching up her nose. "Oh- you need a bath." 

Albedo let out the smallest chuckle, slowly shaking his head. "That I do… are you ready to head home? It's about time we have dinner." 

Klee appeared to be weighing her options, looking from Venti, then back to Albedo. "I was having fun with mister bard, but I'm also hungry…" 

"I'm sure Venti would be happy to play with you again another day." Albedo replied, offering his hand to Klee, which she gladly took. The knight looked up at Venti and Diluc with a small smile. "Thank you for watching her, I deeply appreciate it." 

"Anytime! Klee's the best playmate." Venti said with a playful grin.

As the two knights began walking away, Diluc let out a small breath of relief. Venti hadn't tried anything, that was good… but would that change now that they'd be alone? 

"Well, that was fun, but I'd best be on my way now." Venti said all too casually as he stood up, though Diluc caught the nervousness in his smile. He knew he wasn't getting away that easily, why did he even bother trying? 

Diluc grabbed the bard's arm as he began walking away, not letting him move more than a single step. His grip was harsh, something he was actively telling himself to do- he was still struggling to see Venti as the monster he was. That struggle, however, was to remain internal. "Where do you think you're going?" He nearly growled out, his grip tightening. "After what you did to me, you aren't going to just run away." 

Venti looked up at him with a question in his eyes, not yet fighting back or trying to make a run for it. Somehow, that angered Diluc more. 

"Don't play dumb- you know what I mean." Diluc stated, and he hated that his voice was hushed. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops for all of Mondstadt to hear, but yet again, his body simply would not allow it. He settled for channelling his fury into the glare targeted at the small bard. "Ever since I caught you, I haven't been able to tell anyone. You did something to me." 

To Diluc's surprise, Venti looked… guilty? There was a certain sadness in his eyes as he furrowed his brow, turning away from Diluc's harsh gaze. He was quiet for a moment before speaking up almost hesitantly. "Ah, about that… well… how about we just forget about what happened that night?" He let out a nervous chuckle, seemingly trying to cover up his earlier expression. 

"Forget about it?" Diluc nearly spat the words, his glare somehow hardening even further. "No. I am not letting you off the hook, especially since you feed more than you need to. I've never seen you look anything less than human." 

Venti gazed up into Diluc's eyes, his expression unreadable. It was blank in a way that sent a shiver down Diluc's spine. "If that's how it is… what's stopping me from killing you?" His tone was hollow, something Diluc had never heard from Venti; the bard was always so lively and playful. 

He barely had time to process what Venti said before the bard was ripping his arm free from Diluc's grasp, lunging at him in one fluid movement. Diluc reacted quickly, blocking the blow with an arm. With his other hand, he made a strike of his own, a small ball of fire forming in his palm as he activated his vision. Venti quite easily ducked out of the way and twisted Diluc's arm back, and with a swift motion, he kicked his feet out from under him. Diluc hardly had a chance to grasp what was happening when his back hit the floor- when had he been knocked down? He couldn't ponder it for long, as in an instant, Venti was on top of him. 

The vampire was straddling him, his hands placed beside Diluc's head, caging him in. Diluc felt frozen. He stared up at Venti, into his eyes which were glowing as they had been the night he caught him. He wasn't sure what he felt the most at that moment. Fear, surely, as his heart was pounding, his breath coming in short puffs. But there was something else, a creeping admiration that Diluc wanted to bury. Even perched above him, threatening his life, Venti was beautiful. 

It wasn't the same feeling he'd had watching Venti perform in his tavern. There, he'd been enchanting, and when they spoke, his mannerisms were cute . This was different. It was the beauty of something untouchable, something dangerous. The aura of something divine, be it good or evil, it demanded obedience. 

Suddenly, a smile tugged at Venti's lips. "I thought you'd struggle more." He said simply, and it took him saying those words for Diluc to realize he was just laying there, admiring the beast who threatened his life. He forced a glare, gritting his teeth. 

"And I thought you were going to kill me." Diluc grumbled back, his words missing much of the bite they had before. Did Venti do this only to humiliate him? He'd been bluffing, hadn't he? 

Venti chuckled, suddenly leaning in closer, too close , until his nose bumped against Diluc's, making his breath hitch. His vision was filled with nothing but those eyes, hues of bright blue and green mixing together, glowing in the dark. Diluc could feel his cheeks burning, and he was sure they were red, but there was little he could do to stop it. 

"Don't be so sure I won't. I'm still deciding." Venti replied, though his tone had a playful lilt to it- he wouldn't. Although it would make sense for him to get rid of the hunter, he wasn't going to do it, leaving Diluc only to wonder why . 

Venti pulled back, but only to go for Diluc's neck. Instantly, he tensed up, placing his hands on the vampire's shoulders and giving a shove- which did nothing. The fear returned as he felt Venti's nose against the delicate skin of his neck, his breath ghosting against it, but with it, came a certain warm sensation that he wouldn't dare focus on. 

"I wonder what you taste like~..." Venti nearly purred against Diluc's skin, and with that, he opened his mouth, grazing his fangs against the exposed neck. Diluc tried shoving him again, leaning away from the fangs, but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop this. 

Except, he didn't need to stop anything. Without breaking skin, Venti pulled back fully, sitting up on Diluc's lap. "On second thought, I'm not hungry." He said, letting out a light laugh when Diluc glared at him. 

"You disgust me." Diluc growled, although his cheeks were still painted a shade of pink. 

Venti shook his head, unable to conceal his playful grin any longer. "Oh, was that disgust? I could swear you were looking at me with- whoa!"

Diluc cut him off by abruptly sitting up, however, he regretted it in an instant. Venti was in his lap , and now, he was far too close yet again in a rather intimate looking position. He tried to mask any feelings he had, hardening his gaze. "Get off." 

"Okay, okay." Venti let out an exaggerated sigh, sliding off of Diluc's lap. He stood up, dusting himself off as if their scuffle was nothing but a simple accident. "Well then, until next time, Master Diluc." He said, and before Diluc had a chance to tell him they weren't done , he still had things to answer for, the vampire was gone, seemingly vanished. 

Hesitantly, Diluc rose to his feet. He had been seeking out Venti for answers, yet he was only left with even more questions. 

Although it was the norm for Kaeya to ignore his brother’s antics, this time, he couldn’t turn a blind eye. Diluc was hiding something, and it wasn’t the usual nighttime escapades, this was something more. Namely, it was something Kaeya couldn’t easily pry into- perhaps that was the part that bothered him. 

Diluc wasn’t good at keeping secrets, not from him. Perhaps to the average person, but Kaeya knew his adoptive brother in a way no one else did. He knew all his tells, his mannerisms, he couldn’t lie to him, not easily. But this time… this time it didn’t seem like Diluc was trying. It seemed like he was being forced, and Diluc Ragnvindr took orders from no one .

Kaeya had been wracking his brain for days on the matter before deciding he needed assistance, and of course, he would go to the one person who was the most knowledgeable on the subject- at least, what he suspected the subject was. It was only a plus that he’d take any opportunity he got to visit their Chief Alchemist. 

It was late afternoon when Kaeya approached Albedo’s office- well, it was more of a lab, but same difference- and he knocked on the door, not waiting before he reached for the handle. He ignored the small “I’m busy,” from inside and opened the door, stepping inside uninvited. 

Albedo seemed to be in the middle of some sort of experiment. In front of him were a few different vials of something , and he was scribbling down notes which Kaeya would not attempt to decipher. The alchemist breathed out a small sigh as he glanced over his shoulder, and Kaeya couldn’t help but feel amused at the light glare he received. 

“If you’re here… at least close the door.” Albedo grumbled, turning back to his experiment. 

Kaeya shut the door behind him before walking up to the alchemist, peering over his shoulder. He couldn’t hope to understand what the smaller man had going on, and he didn’t quite care enough to ask for an explanation. “Rather grumpy today, are we?” He teased.

Albedo reached for the vials, adjusting each of them before he finally turned to face Kaeya. His brows were furrowed in an annoyed expression that Kaeya couldn’t help but find cute . “Did you need something? If you’re hard of hearing, I did tell you I’m rather busy.” 

“Ouch, can I not just want to see my favourite alchemist?” Kaeya faked a hurt tone, but it seemed Albedo knew he was bluffing. The alchemist rolled his eyes- it seemed the more time Kaeya spent with Albedo, the more sass he received, and he didn’t hate it. 

“You want something, I can tell.” Albedo replied, absentmindedly adjusting his gloves. “Talk to me.” 

Kaeya offered a small nod- he did come to ask a question, and it seemed Albedo was ready to answer. Although wasting his time was amusing, he could do that another day. “You’re our vampire expert, right? I’ve been curious about something.” He started, a small smile tugging at his lips as he realized Albedo was gazing up at him with undivided attention. “Powerful vampires have extra abilities, but is it possible for one to possess a form of mind control?” 

Albedo seemed to think for a moment, before slowly nodding. “Theoretically, yes… however, in terms of power levels, it would have to be rather high. If a vampire was, say, a thousand years old, and had consumed enough blood, it may be possible.” He explained, holding his chin as he appeared to be deep in thought. “Unfortunately there is no hard data on the topic that I know of. If you knew of such a vampire, I would love to study them.” 

A thousand years old, potentially older, high blood intake… it was all rather interesting to Kaeya too- and rather concerning. If his suspicions were correct, his brother was up against something nasty. “Ah, interesting… thank you. Oh, and another thing.” Kaeya responded, his tone suddenly turning lighter. Albedo gave him a questioning glance, but only looking at him a moment longer, he was glancing to the side, the blond’s cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink. Ah, he knew what this was about. Socially inept as he could be, the man was still a genius. 

“That offer to take you out to dinner is still open. Have you thought about it?” Kaeya asked, and for once, his voice was soft rather than teasing. He’d asked Albedo out recently, laid on all the charm, and it proved to be too much for the inexperienced man. It was cute, endearing to see him so flustered, but when he couldn’t manage an answer, Kaeya had told him to think on it for a few days and left him with that. He hadn’t been all that worried; judging from the initial reaction, it seemed to be something that Albedo wanted. 

He hesitated for a moment, not meeting Kaeya’s eye. “I’m free tonight, if I can get someone to watch Klee.” 

Kaeya wasn’t expecting his heart to race and flutter as much as it did with that answer. He had been on many dates, slept with many men, but none felt as special as Albedo. Perhaps it was because he actually took the time to get to know him and allow things to develop naturally. Whatever the case, he was smitten. Kaeya reached out, his fingers trailing against the edge of Albedo’s jaw, down to his chin where he tilted it up so that he would look at him. He was so handsome with his cheeks flushed, pretty blue eyes at full attention. 

“I’ll pick you up after work, how does that sound?” Kaeya replied with a charming smile, relishing in how Albedo seemed to melt at his touch.

“That… yes, that sounds good.” Albedo breathed out, and with that, Kaeya pulled his hand away. 

“I’ll see you then. I’ll let you get back to… whatever it is you were doing.” Kaeya said as he stepped back, turning to leave. This intrusion was well worth it, it seemed. Not only did he get the answers he wanted, but now, he had a date to plan. Diluc could handle himself a little while longer. 

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With a swing of his arm, Diluc flicked the blood coating his blade, letting the droplets splatter onto the grass. The same sticky, red substance was stuck to his skin, his clothes, seemingly everywhere- he’d truly made a mess of himself. He gazed down at the body below him, at the pale creature he had practically gutted. This one had put up quite the fight, evident by how many slashes Diluc had to inflict on it before piercing its heart. However, that wouldn’t be enough. 

He had dragged the vampire outside of the city walls and dropped it in a heap, blood that did not belong to the creature, but its victims, seeping into the soil. Diluc’s pyro vision glowed as he set his claymore ablaze, driving it once more into the vampire’s chest and allowing the flames to consume its body. That was one less monster roaming the streets. 

There was a rustling behind him, a slight glimpse of movement, and the feeling of being watched that had lingered the entire fight. By now, Diluc was merely irritated. He breathed out a sigh as he pulled the claymore from the vampire’s body, and instead he plunged it into the ground in front of him, balancing it with one hand. With the other, he reached up, wiping at a splatter of blood on his cheek. “I know you’re there. I struck first, it would have been yours had you been more efficient.”

From behind a nearby wall, the nun dressed in black stepped out, twirling a dagger around in her hand. She was a regular at the tavern, a friend of Kaeya’s, and an old rival. 

“I was waiting for the right moment.” Rosaria spoke, her eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare. “I would’ve finished it in a single blow if you hadn’t interfered.” 

Diluc barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes, so instead, he let out a small huff. “All that matters is that it’s dead.” He stated simply.

Rosaria, clearly not above pettiness, did roll her eyes. “Right. That’s not why I stuck around. I don’t despise you, so I’m here to warn you.” She stopped playing with her dagger, clutching the blade as her gaze became more serious- it was enough to send a chill down Diluc’s spine.

“Warn me?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow. He and Rosaria had never been friends , but they weren’t necessarily enemies either. She kept his secret, so he kept hers. Sharing information, however, was not something they ever did. They both worked alone. 

“Kaeya knows something is going on with you.” Rosaria started, slowly stepping closer as she spoke. “He seems rather serious about uncovering whatever it is you’re hiding, and I have no intention of stopping him. I don’t believe you to be a threat, however…” She stopped in front of him, her eyes blank in an unsettling, dangerous way. “If you do prove yourself a danger to Mondstadt, I won’t hesitate to take you out.” 

Ah. So it was less of a warning, more of a threat . Diluc blinked at her, struggling for a moment to form a response. Kaeya knew something was wrong, and in extension, Rosaria now knew as well. Just how many people thought he was acting differently since his encounter with Venti? Damn … he would have to be more careful. 

“That won’t be necessary.” Diluc said simply, swallowing thickly. Rosaria stared him down for a moment before finally stepping back. 

“I hope you’re not lying, I have enough on my plate as is.” Rosaria said, her tone rather annoyed. She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Diluc to let out a small breath. 

Wait- why was he so worried about people finding out what was going on? That was exactly what he wanted, he had tried to tell Kaeya. Perhaps it was part of the curse Venti had put on him, it was getting worse. Diluc stared at the ground, silently cursing himself. He still had no answers, Venti had left him in the dark to flail on his own. Confrontation didn’t work- it seemed he would have to find the answers he seeked another way. 

It came to Diluc’s attention that he didn’t actually know where Venti lived. In fact, there were many things he didn’t know about the man he once might have considered a friend. He knew that he was a bard, he liked to drink, and he was good with kids… beyond that, everything seemed to be shrouded in mystery. A mystery that seemed more dark and grim than one could imagine as it was uncovered.

If the hunter couldn’t find his prey directly, he would instead lure him in, and Diluc knew just the hook that would catch him. A small, handwritten note was clasped between gloved fingers in a moment of hesitation. There was no guarantee this would even reach the little bard, and should someone else grabbed hold of it, he would merely be making a fool of himself. The people of Mondstadt were generally good and would mind their own business should something not concern them, save for Kaeya, of course. No matter… it was worth a shot, if only to get some answers. Diluc read over it one final time, cringing at the words his own hand had penned. 

Meet me at Angel's Share tomorrow night, after closing. I'll treat you to a bottle of wine.

Diluc folded the paper, revealing where Venti’s name had been printed on the now exposed piece. He didn’t sign his own name, but Venti would know it was from him. Hopefully, he still wouldn’t pass up free wine. Without allowing himself to dwell on it any longer, Diluc placed the note near the foot of the towering statue he often spotted the bard performing underneath, wedging it under a rock so it would not be swept away by the wind. He’d never lured a vampire with kindness before, but he supposed there was a first time for everything. 

The evening was long and riddled with anticipation. Diluc, manning the bar, had little to say to patrons besides the usual pleasantries. It was a blessing that his brother had not shown up that day, for he would have been able to catch the creeping anxiety hidden under the redhead’s carefully crafted mask. It wasn’t often that his self imposed duty of slaying vampires came with communicating with the beasts. He preferred to gather information from the sidelines; use the tavern to overhear any leads, listen from the shadows, and strike when the time was right. Inviting a vampire over for a chat sounded more like Kaeya’s style. 

Angel’s Share grew quieter as the night droned on, patrons leaving, others being cut off from ordering any more. There were only a few people left in the dimly lit tavern when the front door creaked open. 

His steps were light, almost soundless, as he entered the building, a teal cape flowing behind him. The bard really had shown up, and Diluc was unsure if he was pleased with that or not. On one hand, it meant that he had a chance of getting some information out of him. On the other, it meant he would be alone with the vampire once more. A vampire that was, regrettably, stronger than him.

Venti approached the bar with a gentle smile tugging at his lips, a glimmer in his blue-green eyes. It was an expression that Diluc would have gazed upon fondly, had the truth not been revealed to him. Of all people, why…? No- it was no time to dwell on that. 

“You came.” Diluc uttered a half hearted greeting, only looking up for a moment from polishing a glass. 

“You made quite the compelling offer, I wonder if it’s ever given to others.” The bard had a playful lilt to his voice, a smile in his tone, and yet, Diluc could tell it was merely surface level. 

The bartender breathed a sigh, setting down the glass he held. “Give me a moment to clean up.” He wouldn’t entertain Venti more than necessary tonight. Answers were what he was after, and it was no secret. 

The cleanup of the tavern was rushed and incomplete, giving only enough time for the last customers to trickle out before Diluc decided the rest could be completed later. He had a guest, after all- a guest who was strumming his lyre in a gentle tune, filling the space with pleasant sound to pass the time. He returned to the front, walked to the door, and locked it, sealing his fate. It was a risky move, and yet, if Venti wanted to kill him, he would have done so already. 

Diluc stepped behind the bar, grabbed a glass and a bottle of dandelion wine, then nodded to Venti. “Come.” 

The two settled at a table in the corner of the tavern, obscured, though there was no need in the empty building. With skilled swiftness, Diluc had popped open the bottle of wine and poured a glass for the bard, though none for himself. It was almost amusing how this very situation would have been something Diluc craved, yet couldn’t bring himself to ask for before everything was ruined. Sitting alone with the little bard, talking late into the night; had he been human, perhaps this would’ve been less of an interrogation and more of, well… more . 

“How generous, Master Diluc. At first I thought the wine was merely a ploy to get me to come.” Venti chuckled, taking the glass in front of him and wasting no time in taking a big swig of it, as if worried it may be taken away. “Ah, your winery really makes the best.” Behind his grin was something apprehensive. He was stalling. 

“I need something to make you stay.” Diluc crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. He wouldn’t be fooled by the shallow compliments and sweet smiles. The man across from him was a monster, nothing less. “You know why I asked you here.” 

Venti’s smile turned sheepish. “You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” 

“You ran last time. You never answered my question.” Diluc’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Venti looked cornered. “I just want to talk.” 

“Ah, talk , well I’m never opposed to conversation. Some of the best tales are dialogues.” Dodging . “I have a few songs that are no more than exchanges between two parties-” 

“ Venti .” Diluc’s stern tone had the bard quieting. Not exactly what he wanted, but it was a start. He leaned forward, red eyes boring into blue. “I want to know what you did to me.” 

It was rare for Mond’s greatest bard to be at a loss for words. For a moment, it seemed that he was afflicted with a curse of his own, unable to share the truth. Unlike Diluc’s plight, it was short lived. Venti allowed his body to relax, took another sip of wine, then met Diluc’s eyes with more strength in his own, lightly glowing in the dimness of the tavern. “It’s an ability I have, that’s all. Surely you’ve met vampires with powers beyond what a vision can grant.” It was an answer that offered nothing, and yet, he was talking . That was progress Diluc would have to work with.

“I have… but none like you.” None who could take control over his mind, his body. None whose effects lasted days on end with no end in sight. 

“So I’m special?” Venti teased. 

“No.” Diluc huffed. “I’m just wondering how many people you’ve used this against.” 

“Hm, I think you’d rather know how to deal with your own problems.” Venti winked playfully- what a frustrating man he was. “If only you wouldn’t expose me if I told you. It’d be a pain to have to leave Mond… no other nation makes wine the same.”

“I wouldn’t let you go where I can’t keep an eye on you.” Diluc rubbed the bridge of his nose, breathing out a sigh. “You’re… difficult .” 

“Oh no, have I stumped you, Master Diluc?” Venti smiled, fluttering his eyelashes. “You have me all alone, a damsel backed into a wall, you’ve caught me prone, no one to call.” 

It took some self control to not take the suggestion and try to kill him, but Diluc settled for a glare. “If you’ve forgotten, this is my tavern. I’d rather a vampire suck me dry than spend my night cleaning your blood out of the floor.” A pitiful excuse, and they both knew it. Venti had simply proven himself to be the stronger of the two, and being alone together like this, he would be expecting an attack. For Diluc to succeed, it would have to be a surprise. He would not be attempting tonight. 

Venti snickered softly, but it was quickly covered up as his mouth was filled with more wine. “Right, of course. Well, was there anything else you wanted to ask me?” 

Despite the lack of answers, it seemed they were moving on. Fine. Diluc had more to ask anyways. He leaned on the table, taking in Venti’s form. He still looked so young, so full of life, and yet he’d said he was much older than Diluc. How much older was a question with worrying implications- the older the vampire, the more dangerous. Venti had proven himself to be dangerous indeed. 

“You’re unlike any vampire I’ve ever fought. What’s different about you?” Diluc’s tone was curious, yet like everything, there was a sharper edge to it. 

Venti blinked up at him, seeming to contemplate his next words, before settling on a simple, “How so?”

“Do you really need to ask me that? Your abilities outclass any vampire I’ve slayed. I am by no means new to this.” 

There was a tense silence between them. Silence that only seemed to confirm what Diluc already thought. Venti was likely older than any other vampire he’d encountered; a true threat to humanity. And yet, he was unable to share his findings. He was one to work alone, but he would not put his pride above the safety of the people… if he had a choice. 

Just as Venti was opening his mouth to speak, Diluc continued. “Just how many people have you killed?” 

“Now hold on-” It came as a surprise that the bard sounded offended , though only for a moment before he cleared his throat. “Honestly, Diluc, do you really think every vampire kills to eat? That’s so outdated.” 

Was Venti saying he… didn’t kill? For a moment, the hunter was taken aback, blinking before he responded. “The blood drained bodies the knights find say otherwise.” 

Venti… sighed? He seemed disheartened, in a way. Human . “The only reason to kill is to not get caught. If there’s other ways to avoid that, why take innocent lives?” 

It was an act. It had to be an act. And yet, this was the most genuine Venti had felt all evening. It was true that Diluc hadn’t seen Venti kill anyone, but he figured he had stopped him before he had the chance. Was he saying that never would have been an issue in the first place? 

“I’ve asked myself that question many times.” Diluc muttered, searching Venti’s eyes for any sign of deception. “But most vampires don’t listen to reason. I learned that long ago.” 

The slightest of smiles appeared on Venti’s face, and this one felt genuine . Genuine in the way it captured Diluc’s attention, how it rivaled the stars in the night sky. “You said it yourself; I’m not like most vampires.”

Despite himself, Diluc could feel himself softening, the harsh look in his eyes melting away to something more relaxed. “Maybe that’s so.” 

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The bard breathed out a long sigh as he leaned back on the old weathered branches of the great tree, still standing strong despite hundreds of years in the elements. It was late into the night, stars drawn like a blanket over the quiet fields, the only sound the occasional hoot of an owl and the rustling of the gentle wind. 

He'd messed up tonight. Meeting with Diluc was a mistake, as was cursing him in the first place. If Venti was a better man, he would've undone his mistake as soon as it was made, then dealt with the consequences. He should have accepted his failure and disappeared. And yet, he hadn't, and instead tried to push. Selfish .

Diluc had seemed to soften for a moment, and Venti’s next mistake was thinking that was an opportunity. He pushed . 

“You know…” Venti had started, leaning over the table and batting his eyes at the man across from him, blue and green glowing softly with a hint of mischief. “This is nice. Meeting with you after hours, hidden away in the night… it’s almost romantic .” 

Diluc scoffed. “It'd be more romantic if I weren't sitting with a monster.” 

“A monster? How rude. Surely you don't think all vampires are monsters.” Venti pouted, but it only lasted a moment. Truly, Diluc had every right to think that. But, still… “What about Barbatos?” 

“I'm not going to discuss religion with you.” An outright dismissal. Red eyes narrowed, and the mood seemed to shift to something more hardened. “Sweet talking isn't going to help you avoid my blade.” 

The rest of the evening was tense, until Venti took his leave and the rest of the bottle of wine. Diluc let him. So touchy, that one, and yet it only made Venti want to dig deeper. A fatal flaw of his, certainly. Diluc made himself untouchable, but that only meant there were reasons beneath the surface that were just begging to be dug up. 

It wasn't his to uncover, and Diluc had done too much uncovering in turn. Perhaps it wasn't too late to avoid it all, to sleep for another century until all was forgotten. The idea was tempting, but Venti knew he wouldn't do it. Not that he was averse to running away, but because he didn't want to. To wake up in a world without Diluc, even if he now despised him, didn't sound very appealing. 

Venti sighed. Perhaps it was time to leave and find proper cover; morning would come soon. 

It was a quiet day for the knights. No new cases, a peaceful atmosphere in town, not much more than the regular rounds to be done. As a captain, Kaeya didn’t have much to do in the way of work, and that normally meant a day of slacking off. He’d spend the day lounging in his office, or say he was going out on patrol, then go shopping or meet with a friend instead. Other times, he would tend to his own work, meet with his informants, poke his head into areas he shouldn’t. Today would perhaps fall into the latter category, and yet, not quite. It was personal business he was attending to, but not for himself. 

Kaeya pulled a book from the shelf and dusted off the cover, old and worn. Vampiric Origins and Notable Figures . An old, probably boring textbook, and yet exactly what he was looking for. He tucked it under his arm where two other books were already nestled; one on all known vampiric powers, and another on well known vampires who were never caught. It would be a pain to sift through these, but as much as he wanted to tell himself it was none of his business and wholly unnecessary, worry kept creeping back in. It was unbecoming of him, truly. 

Thankfully, the library was quiet today, save for a few knights in training too absorbed in their own studies to bother him. But, as he heard the familiar clicking of heels in the quiet space, he knew his time avoiding the librarian was over. 

“Hello there, dear. It isn’t often I see you here.” Lisa greeted, and Kaeya turned to face her, meeting her gentle smile with one of his own. “And it seems it’s not just to see me this time.” 

“Ah, Lisa, seeing your face is always a gift.” Kaeya could tell that Lisa was eyeing the books he held- she was never the best at hiding her curiosity. “But yes, you’re right… I’m working on a bit of research at the moment.”

Lisa nodded, looking up from the books to meet Kaeya’s eye. “I can hardly remember the last time you’ve done research here… but, as long as you bring your books back on time, I’d be more than happy to help.” There was a warning behind her smile, and Kaeya knew very well that it was serious.

“Is that so? In that case, where would I find a book on Barbatos? Something more historical than myth.” Kaeya couldn’t help but feel amused by the expression on Lisa’s face shifting as he spoke, green eyes widening for a mere moment in surprise. Indeed, it was an odd topic for research , but Kaeya had to cover all his bases, and that was the last one he needed. Well, hopefully it was, he didn’t want to dig deeper than he had to. 

“Barbatos? Forgive me, you didn’t strike me as the devout type.” A tease. 

“Really now? I’m plenty devout, I go to church just like everyone else.” In mock offense, Kaeya placed his free hand over his heart. 

“Oh, you,” Lisa placed a hand on Kaeya’s arm, playfully flirtatious, before using it to guide him towards a different section. 

After some playful banter and sifting through books, Lisa quite easily located one that fit the bill. The Life and Disappearance of Barbatos: Mondstadt’s Vampire King . It was unlikely to be wholly accurate, but was made with reference to historical record more than church scripture, and that was all Kaeya wanted to see. Would this be enough to narrow down who it may be who had his brother under a spell? He would have to see, as a very old vampire was all the information he had to go off of. If it was one who managed to live in the shadows its whole life, Kaeya was screwed. 

As he laid out the books on the front desk and Lisa noted down the date and which ones were in the pile, she let out a soft hum. “What’s the sudden interest in old vampires?” 

“Just a case I’m working on. Confidential.” Kaeya said with a halfhearted shrug. 

“That’s a shame… and our God has something to do with it?” Lisa raised an eyebrow. 

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Kaeya’s lips quirked into a playful smirk. “He’s an old vampire, isn’t he?” 

Lisa slowly shook her head. “I suppose, though most people wouldn’t like you lumping him in with the rest. Not that I mind.” She stacked the books back up neatly once she was done with them. “He may have freed Mond from vampires, but he still is one himself.”

“The one good one, of course.” Kaeya picked up his books. “I wouldn’t dare say anything blasphemous- it’s pure hearted research for the sake of knowledge.” 

“For the sake of your case.”

“Same difference.” He waved her off. 

Lisa laughed softly, covering it with her hand. “Of course, dear. Do take care of those books, they’re due back here in three weeks.” 

“They won’t be a minute late.” Kaeya nodded to her, offered a wink- though it would have been impossible to tell- and turned to leave. He had a lot of reading to get done, he’d best get started.

It was days like these when Diluc was grateful for his position and his father’s inheritance. He needn’t work at the tavern if he didn’t desire to do so, it was merely a way to passively gather intel, and so he could afford to sleep all day when the nights did not do well to him. After long hours prowling the streets of Mondstadt, he had returned home to the Dawn Winery to be ushered in by the head maid, Adelinde, and urged to remove his bloody clothes. He could do little more than utter a thanks as he was led to his quarters, before he promptly fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. 

Diluc wasn’t sure what time it was when he awoke, but it was surely later than was proper to start the day. He laid in bed for a while longer, the blankets around him like a comforting cocoon he wished to stay in- but, no. Despite his eventful night of slaying monsters, he could not simply stay in bed until the next nightfall. He sat up, long red hair falling over his shoulders in a wavy mess. 

It had been a few days since his meeting with Venti, and ever since, his efforts had doubled. He stayed out later, cornered vampires with more aggression. Perhaps it was a distraction, but in his mind, a worthy one. He was cleaning the streets more efficiently than the knights ever did, why would the reason matter? It didn’t matter if he was trying to make up for treating a vampire with relative kindness, to counteract letting him go. It didn’t matter if he missed the Venti he knew and was trying to fill the void. 

Diluc groaned softly, rubbing his temples. He could hear voices coming from downstairs; familiar voices. Despite the urge to stay in bed, or to take a much needed bath, it sounded like he had company. 

With great reluctance, the redhead got up, hastily put on a white button up (he decided the dress pants he unwittingly slept in still appeared clean enough), and tied up his hair in a low ponytail. Little effort, but this wasn’t a guest of any importance. As he left his room and started down the stairs, the voices became more clear. 

“Now, Master Kaeya, I hope you are treating this man well.” Adelinde’s voice carried, a warning tone that Diluc was used to hearing. 

“Why, of course! I’ve been nothing but a gentleman.” Kaeya responded, “I hope you know I’m serious this time, I’ll even invite him over to meet you.” 

Diluc stepped into the living room where the two were seated, chatting over a pot of tea. It seemed Kaeya had made himself at home, as per usual, and he was even more difficult to get rid of when Adelinde would accept him with open arms. At first, it was for her sake that he allowed these visits, and now, well… He was starting to see Kaeya as a brother again. An annoying brother, but family nonetheless. 

“I hope you’re not inviting people to my house without my input.” Diluc’s interjection announced his presence, causing both parties to perk up. Really, why were both of them so pleased to see him? He looked like a mess, and was not offering the same energy. 

He sat on a chair separate from the couch the two were seated on, trying to blink away the sleep still clouding his eyes. Kaeya, leaning forward and crossing one leg over the other, offered a smile that was all too pleased. “Look who decided to join us. Don’t tell me you’re just waking up now.” 

“Are you here for a reason?” Diluc’s response was sharp and earned a glare from Adelinde. Great, he’d be getting an earful later. 

“Can I not just want to spend time with my family?” Kaeya tsk ed, but quickly waved off the rudeness. “I was just telling Adelinde about my date with our Chief Alchemist. You’ve met him, haven’t you?” 

Diluc nodded, noting his last encounter with the man being him in a frazzled state and in need of a babysitter. Now that he thought about it, Kaeya got along well with Klee, didn’t he? He spoke of her often, though it didn’t sound like he was the best influence. At the very least, he was much better with kids than Diluc was. “A few times, briefly… I’ve never had much reason to talk to him.” 

“Ah, of course, he’s an introvert and you’re a grump.” Kaeya shook his head dismissively. “Well, you’ll be seeing more of him if things keep going well.” 

Adelinde got up to make more tea for the brothers, and the conversation continued without much fanfare. Diluc had to admit, it was pleasant when they could talk without an argument breaking out- though it wasn’t without some jabs. For the most part, it was… pleasant , catching up with Kaeya. Not that he would say that out loud or offer any politeness. Once the tea was done, Kaeya stood to take his leave, something about how he was actually supposed to be working… Diluc scoffed. Of course the knights were incompetent if their captains acted like this. 

It was when Diluc left the room, prepared to finally bathe and properly freshen up from the night before, that he noticed something amiss. As he was passing the dining room, he stopped. There was a book on the table, out of place in a way that was purposeful. Curiosity got the better of him, and his path changed, leading him towards the table, his hand to the book as he picked it up. The Life and Disappearance of Barbatos: Mondstadt’s Vampire King. Barbatos? Why…- Kaeya . It had to have been him. But why would his brother leave him a book on the God he knew Diluc barely acknowledged anymore? 

There was a reason. Kaeya always had a reason for doing things, and if it were a prank, he would have stayed to see Diluc’s reaction. No, their conversation had been a distraction so Diluc wouldn’t notice the book; couldn’t refuse it. There was something in there he wanted Diluc to know, but for some reason, would not outright say. 

Diluc breathed out a sigh, and carried the book with him upstairs. It seemed that today would be spent reading.

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At first glance, there was nothing special about the book Kaeya left. It was a history that, for the most part, everyone from Mond knew of. That over two thousand years ago, the nation was oppressed by tyrannical vampires. That the people lived their lives in fear, until a war broke out against the rulers. Barbatos, a vampire with a kind soul, emerged victorious and earned Mondstadt its freedom, vanquishing the vampires from the land. It was a story that, although based in truth, Diluc didn't buy as a reason enough to worship him as a God. 

As a child, he did. He went to church with his family like everyone else. But as he grew older, grew to see the truth of the world, feelings turned bitter. The Knights of Favonius followed Barbatos, and it made them weaker. They investigated each case thoroughly before acting, to a point that more people than necessary were hurt. Vampires, for the most part, must be purged from Mondstadt , they would say. But some may be kind like Barbatos . Diluc had yet to meet one. 

It would be blasphemous to say, but truthfully, Barbatos was still a vampire and functioned as one, despite his feats. He needed to feed off humans, and the book he read didn't shy away from this. Instead, it described how people would offer blood willingly as a thanks for his kind deeds. Up until he disappeared, of course. 

Nothing was groundbreaking. Nothing, until Diluc reached a page that a small slip of paper was stuck to; a note in Kaeya’s handwriting. Sound familiar? It read. Below the note was a passage describing how Barbatos turned away the vampires who survived the war. It was theorised that he was able to control them, take over their minds enough to compel them to leave the city. 

That… wasn't something Diluc knew of. And somehow, less surprisingly, Kaeya had figured out that he was being controlled in a way. He always could read him like a book. But what was being suggested was preposterous. Did he really think that Diluc had met Barbatos ? Kaeya couldn’t be that stupid. Perhaps he only meant to suggest that it was a power similar to Mondstadt’s God. 

Diluc shut the book and set it down after reaching that page. Ridiculous. Sure, Venti had told him he was an old vampire, but there was no way Barbatos himself was still around. If he was up against someone like that, then… Diluc would rather not calculate his chances. Regardless, it was pointless. Kaeya was wrong . It’d be best not to dwell on it. 

It was late afternoon, sunlight shining down on the city of Mond like a protective blanket. Shops were bustling, children were playing in the street, and overall the atmosphere was a joyful one. Most people lived their lives in ignorant bliss of the dangers that hunted them, and for that, Diluc was glad. It meant his late nights picking off the threats the Knights ignored where worthwhile. 

He was on his way to Angel’s Share, ignoring most people he passed, save for a few respectful nods of acknowledgement. Although he still had a target painted on Venti’s back, he decided he would continue as usual for the time being until an opportunity arose. Obsessing was getting him nowhere, but that didn’t mean he was letting the bard go. He simply had the whole city to clean up. 

As Diluc was passing through the main city centre, the air, once warm and inviting, turned cold. Everything seemed to jolt to a halt, quiet stretching over the area in a threatening grasp. Diluc stopped, his eyes darting towards the city entrance. A sense of familiarity washed over him. A sense of disgust. 

A group of outsiders was walking up the stairs into Mondstadt, Fatui drones, masked and moving in an orderly fashion. At their head was a man in a white and black coat, the sound of clinking metal ringing out each time his boots hit the ground. He wore a mask like a bird’s hooked beak which covered the top half of his face, light blue hair spilling over the top. Diluc knew that crimson eyes were hidden beneath that mask. Eyes that always seemed to say too much. 

He looked different from the man Diluc once met, and yet there was no mistaking him. Even if it wasn’t clear that he was a high ranking Fatuus, his aura alone was overwhelming. But why in Teyvat had Il Dottore returned to Mondstadt? Whatever he wanted, it wouldn’t be good. 

Diluc hadn’t realised he was glaring until Dottore seemed to meet his gaze, his focus drawn from the path ahead. He had reached the level where the Ragnvindr was standing, and thus was far too close for comfort. He stopped, as did the air between them. Dottore seemed to look him up and down, as if sizing up his prey. Diluc didn’t flinch. He knew the harbinger to be a dangerous man, but Diluc could be dangerous as well. 

A sickening smirk stretched across the Doctor’s face. “Ragnvindr… how pleasant it is to see you again.” His voice, though smooth, was like nails on a chalkboard to the redhead. He’d be glad to never hear it again. 

“Yes, pleasant .” Diluc’s response was restrained, his glare only sharpening. The barrier of the few feet between them was thick with tension. Tension that was sliced through with the sound of clacking heels, then a female voice.

“I see you made it here safely, Il Dottore.” Jean approached the group with a kind smile, and nodded respectfully to the harbinger. “I am the Acting Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius, Jean Gunnhildr. Allow me to welcome you to Mondstadt.” 

With the trance between them broken, Diluc stepped back, allowing the Fatui to pass as Jean led them towards the Knights’ Headquarters. Right, Dottore was likely here for political reasons having to do with Snezhnaya… even still, Jean wasn’t one to interrupt a conversation. It was likely because the tensions were so high that she stepped in, Diluc would have to thank her later. He couldn’t help but watch as the group walked off. This just gave him one more thing to worry about.

It wasn't every night that Diluc went out hunting the bloodsuckers, and after his shift at the tavern, he decided on having a night in. He'd taken out more than usual last time he took to the streets; the people were already safer now than they were before. And so, when he locked up the building and started the trek back to Dawn Winery, he looked forward to a hot bath and a relatively early night- for him , at least. 

He walked the path out of the main city, a route he was used to. The mostly open fields, trees scattered sparsely across the grass, and a dirt road awash in moonlight. The sounds of the wind whispering amongst the valley, the rustling of wildlife, it was peaceful. Diluc enjoyed living at the winery, although it was out of the way. It was private, quieter than the city. 

Peace, however, never lasted. 

It happened fast. The snap of a twig, the crunch of a leaf. Diluc couldn't turn around before he was surrounded. Vampires, five of them, had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and supernatural speed had placed them on all sides of the hunter before he had a chance to react. Some were men, some were women, some Diluc recognized, either as patrons of his tavern or people he'd passed in town. Only one thing was certain about all of them; they'd planned this, and they wanted him dead. 

“ Master Diluc… you've killed far too many of our people.” One woman said, spitting his title like it burned her throat. 

The vampires were closing in. A man spoke, his fangs bared in a snarl. “You're a plague on our kind… it’s time you pay the price .” 

Shit . Diluc normally fought vampires one on one, this was new, and he wasn't prepared. A shiver ran down his spine. He always knew that his self appointed job may end in his death, that was how dealing with monsters went. But it wasn’t certain- he wouldn't go down without a fight. 

As they pounced, Diluc ducked and rolled to the side, then quickly reached inside his jacket to procure a blade. It was a silver dagger he kept on his person, just in case. A male vampire broke from the crowd to jump Diluc, but he quickly stood, sidestepped, and used the vampire's downward momentum to kick him the rest of the way to the ground. There was no time to finish him off, as in a moment another of the monsters was grabbing for his neck. He let them lunge at him, only to stab his dagger forward before they could even touch him, right into their chest. One down. 

It didn't help. In an instant, vampires were on either side of Diluc, grabbing his arms to restrain him. He tried to twist from their grasp, but it was a fruitless endeavor. Before he could figure out a way to free himself, razor sharp fangs were piercing his neck. 

It wasn't the first time he was bitten, but it was never pleasant. The pain of knives ripping open his skin, then the seeping in of vampire saliva that made him go numb. His skin tingled, starting from the neck, buzzing in his head, and travelling all the way down to his toes. It made him feel weak . If he didn't want to kill these vampires before, he certainly did now. 

But could he? Diluc, alone, greatly outnumbered and already caught and restrained. He was no fool. As he tried to plunge the dagger upwards in hopes of catching one of them, it was swiftly snatched from his hand. Great . A second set of fangs joined the first on the opposite side of his neck. Even better . Red eyes glazed over, a familiar, yet stronger fear seeping into his bones. He was caught unaware, he made a mistake, his actions had caught up to him- whatever the case, there was no way of getting out unscathed. Getting out at all . 

Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. He would get to see his father again. There wouldn't be much he was leaving behind… Kaeya would be alright on his own, he always was. Though Diluc may miss his stupid comments. Their arguments. The times he showed he cared. Diluc would miss Jean's friendship, in the times she managed to get away from work long enough to see him. The way she would look out for him, even though she owed him nothing. He would mourn the fact he never got to find out more about Venti- or stop him. Or… or maybe he'd miss his smile. 

Although he couldn't feel much, the burst of wind around Diluc was harsh enough to shake him from his trance, if only for a moment. A flash of glowing cyan. Then nothing. 

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It wasn’t often that Venti felt fear. There wasn’t much that could hurt him, after all. Perhaps there was a pinprick of anxiety whenever he stayed out too late and saw the sun beginning to rise. Or in the past when Mond was under a threat they could not handle alone. It had been a while since it had been so personal. 

In the beginning, it was a night like any other. Venti had sat himself outside the city walls with a cheap bottle of wine, humming to himself a song he heard in the gentle breeze. A slow, building ballad, a story hidden in the notes. Perhaps he would write something to compliment the melody. His mind drifted until it was dragged back with a disturbance in the wind. A sinking feeling. Something was wrong. 

There were voices. A commotion. Venti followed the noise, all else forgotten, and it seemed it was good that he did. 

His blood ran cold. Across the field was a group of vampires and their victim- their prey. Bright red hair stood stark against the dark scene, red as the blood dripping down his neck that the vampire biting him was too sloppy to catch. Diluc . He struggled, but was overpowered with supernatural strength. A second one latched on. Fear . 

Diluc was going to die. That was the natural conclusion. Five- no, one had been slain- four vampires against a single human man… no matter how good Diluc was, it was simply unfair. If Venti was heartless, perhaps he wouldn’t have minded this outcome. Diluc was the only man in the modern age who knew what he was, after all, would it not be beneficial for him? It was a thought met with instant disgust. No one needed to die for his sake, much less a man whose only goal was to keep Mondstadt safe. A man who Venti respected. A man he enjoyed to spend time with and tease. A man he refused to lose so soon. 

The wind picked up, and in a flash, Venti was right in front of the perpetrators. His anemo vision glowed as gusts of wind whipped around the vampires, and with cyan eyes glowing bright enough to blind, he was on them. It was all a blur. Some were blown away with elemental power, and in an instant, Venti was gripping the head of one of the vampires latched to Diluc’s neck, fingers digging deep into their skull, drawing blood that didn’t belong to them. Just before they were pulled off, their face was engulfed in red hot flames. A scream rang out, and they were swiftly thrown to the ground. It seemed Diluc was still fighting, even as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The second vampire feeding didn’t need any extra encouragement, as she let go and fled in a flash. 

Venti caught Diluc by the shoulders as he started to fall, and slowly, carefully, lowered to the ground with him. He settled on his knees, the hunter’s head resting on his lap. The vampires were gone, save for the one body on the ground nearby. All was quiet. 

Diluc was still breathing. His heart sounded weak, but was beating. Venti rested his hands on Diluc’s neck, overtop the bite wounds. They were deep, sloppy, ripped more skin than they needed. A total lack of care. An intent to kill. Venti closed his eyes, a faint glow appearing beneath his hands, a pleasant warmth. He pulled them away; the wounds had closed. It would take time for Diluc to replenish his blood, but he would live. Thank Barbatos . 

It had to have been a planned attack. Vampires didn’t often hunt in packs, and this seemed… personal . Not that it was surprising; Diluc had killed plenty of vampires, surely. Despite being one of his targets, Venti couldn’t fault him. He too had fought to keep his own kind out of Mondstadt, far in the past. A sigh slipped past Venti’s lips, his gaze lingering on the hunter’s face, features once contorted with pain now relaxing. For his powerful presence and rough exterior, Diluc actually looked quite soft . His round face, his gentle features; his hair looked so soft that Venti couldn’t resist running his fingers through bright red bangs, pushing them to the side. Diluc’s eyes were fluttering, barely open, struggling to remain conscious; he was already barely so. 

“Try not to fall asleep yet, Master Diluc. You’re safe, but we still need to get you home.” Venti’s voice was soft, matched with the gentle smile on his face. There was a renewed focus in Diluc’s bleary eyes, and he blinked, a shaking breath shuddering through his body. 

Venti didn’t rush him. He would stay until his legs fell asleep if that was what it took. It was hard to gauge how much blood Diluc had lost; not substantial enough to kill, but enough to considerably weaken him. Then again, it could’ve been a combination of the vampires’ hunting toxins still working through his body… it was a shame Venti hadn’t arrived sooner. The moon was still high in the sky, blood on the blades of grass shimmering in its wash of light. He had plenty of time to spare. 

Venti wasn’t sure how long it had been when Diluc finally stirred. He lifted his head, slowly, then his body, until he was sitting up in the grass. Venti’s lap suddenly felt cold, but it wasn’t something he would comment on. He imagined Diluc would have enough feelings about what happened to deal with already. 

The first thing Diluc did was pull off one of his gloves and reach for his neck. As he felt around in the blood for the now missing wounds, Venti watched him, an amused twinkle in his eyes. He wouldn’t be finding anything. 

“What did you do to me?” Diluc asked, voice rough with strain, eyes narrowed. Oh, accusatory? Venti couldn’t help but laugh, the joyful sound breaking free before he covered his mouth. The look in Diluc’s eyes said he might actually kill him. 

“I healed you, what do you think I did?” 

“Why?” 

The question came quickly, and surprisingly. That simple word was loaded in a way Venti wasn’t sure he could tackle, and yet, Diluc looked serious. Confused, aggravated… maybe embarrassed. His brows were furrowed, a frown etched into his face, and yet his eyes were pleading. Such a vibrant red hue they were, and yet, they always seemed to hold a softness that Diluc couldn’t quite manage to cover. 

He deserved some semblance of an answer, at least. Venti settled on: “Because I like you.” 

Before Diluc could ponder that, Venti stood, dusting himself off. It was a relief, at least, that Diluc was able to sit up on his own, but could he walk was the real question. “Well, as fun as this has been, I think it’s time we get you home. Can you stand?” As the question left his lips, his hand was extended, an offer he wasn’t sure Diluc would take. 

Diluc looked at it for a moment, eyes wavering, uncertain, before he took the leap. He took Venti’s hand, his own degloved and bloody, but Venti didn’t mind. The hunter’s skin was rough and calloused, and there was an undeniable strength in his grip as the vampire helped to pull him to his feet. Diluc looked focused, straining to stand up straight, but it was obvious that his legs were shaking. Venti stepped over to Diluc’s side, and used their connected hands to sling the other’s arm over his shoulders. Diluc let out a grunt of complaint, but when Venti’s arm wrapped around his waist, he leaned into the smaller man. Hopefully there would be no more trouble on the road. Diluc needed to rest.

The trek to Dawn Winery was slow and stumbling, but eventually, the pair reached the manor. The fields of grapes were a familiar sight, the sweet smell in the air welcoming them in. As big as the property was, it wasn’t intimidating. The quiet of night wasn’t eerie, but calm, as if the house itself was resting for the next day ahead. While Venti could spend all night admiring it, he had a different priority. 

Diluc had become weaker throughout the walk, relying on the bard more and more, until practically all his weight was on the smaller man. As strong as Venti was, it was still a hassle. 

By the time they reached the door, it was already flying open, a panicked maid rushing out. “Master Diluc!” She exclaimed, rushing to his other side. “Come in- quickly.” Together, she and Venti hauled the winery owner into his home, where they were swiftly led to the nearest couch. Carefully, Diluc was set down- a weight off Venti’s shoulders, literally. 

The inside of the Dawn Winery was just as nice as the outside. Although it was a mansion, it felt homey, candlelight flickering over the clean, but lived in space. Its owner looked worse for wear, slumping back against the couch as he took a deep, shuddering breath. 

“What happened?” The maid looked to Venti, concern in her tone, but not surprise. Her gaze was hard, unwavering. Her presence was commanding, a bit unsettling, as if Venti didn’t answer fast enough he would be in a world of pain. 

“Vampires.” Venti responded, a bit sheepish. He looked to Diluc, then the maid once more. “Multiple of them. He managed to fend them off, barely. I only saw the end of the fight.” 

Before he could even finish speaking, the maid was leaning over Diluc, grabbing his chin and moving his head to inspect his neck. She frowned, brows furrowed in a puzzled expression. “No bites?” Her head turned, and she looked to Venti with a raised eyebrow. 

Venti merely shrugged. “Really? Huh, weird.” 

“Adelinde.” Diluc finally spoke, and all attention turned to him. His voice was strained, tired. He pulled his head from the maid’s grasp. “There’s no need.” 

Adelinde didn’t retreat. Instead, she met Diluc with a glare. “You better not be implying you don’t need to be taken care of, Master Diluc. Your friend had to drag you all the way home, don’t be more foolish than you’ve already been.” Without missing a beat, she stepped away with a glance back at her boss. “I’m getting the first aid. Don’t move.” 

Once Adelinde was out of earshot, Diluc groaned, and Venti had to stifle a laugh. His little snort earned him a glare, but that only made everything more amusing. From the small glance of their relationship he got, Adelinde seemed more like a mother than a maid. It was sweet.

”Seems like you’re well taken care of.” Venti teased, then took a step back as Diluc sat up. “I should probably get going- y’know- before the sun catches up. Sleep tight!” With a playful wink, he was gone in a flash. He needn’t overstay his welcome, not when Diluc already had someone to take care of him. It would be best to leave it at that… he would recover just fine on his own. 

Even still, Venti lingered on the property a while longer, sat on the hill overlooking the manor. He wondered what the two of them talked about, if Diluc had gone to bed already, if he fell asleep quickly or was up recounting the events of the night. There was no purpose to it, Diluc would recover fine on his own… but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to pay him a visit. 

Despite how long Diluc had slept, his head was pounding when he awoke. The sound of pattering raindrops threatened to lull him back to sleep, but his mind kept him present. Memories of the previous night flooded back in a crashing wave, drowning him in unresolved feelings. Slowly, he sat up, red hair spilling over his shoulders and down his back. Venti had saved his life. 

It was something he hadn’t had the chance to process. The little bard he loved to watch perform at his tavern, the vampire he was hunting, the man who helped him back to his home when he was drained and bloody. Venti was too many things at once, and none of them seemed to connect. 

Despite what he was, Venti had never done him any harm, never tried to, unless the night he teased him by pretending he would bite him counted. At first, Diluc thought it might be to torment him, but nothing added up. The way he helped him all the way back to his manor and only left once he was in Adelinde’s hands… it almost seemed like he truly cared . 

Tap tap tap. 

Diluc was pulled from his thoughts by what sounded like knocking on glass… coming from his window? Curious, he pulled himself out of bed and made his way across the master bedroom. He pulled the thick red curtains aside to a sight he would have never guessed he’d see. Sitting there on his window sill was Venti. He was soaked from the rain, his hat drooping and hair sticking to his face as beads of water rolled down, and yet, he seemed to brighten once the curtains were drawn. His blue eyes were shining, a smile akin to an excited child plastered across his face. He was captivating. 

It was without a thought that Diluc opened the window, and as soon as the gap appeared, Venti was slipping through it. It was a stupid idea, allowing a vampire into his home. Into his bedroom . Yet it didn’t feel dangerous. 

Neither of them was put together. Diluc had just woken up, his hair was down, and he wore a loose white sleep shirt and soft brown pants. It wasn’t a way he would like to be seen, and yet, Venti was soaked, pulling off his hat and messing with his hair in a futile attempt to shake some water out. They both looked a mess, and somehow, that made Diluc relax.

“It’s rude to show up without an invitation.” Diluc stated as he closed the window, before turning away, walking towards his closet. 

“Well, I had to check on you after last night. What kind of friend would I be otherwise?” Venti sounded jovial- it was a wonder why. What was making him so damn happy? 

Diluc pulled a spare towel from his closet, then turned around, tossing it at Venti as he approached him. The towel was caught, and beaming, Venti used it to start rubbing his hair, making a mess of it as he dried himself. Diluc had to bite back a smile.

“Strange, I don’t remember calling you my friend .” Diluc crossed his arms, and yet, it was difficult to feel negatively towards the bard in that moment. He had saved him, as humiliating as that was. A hunter rescued by a vampire… what a joke. “But… I suppose I should thank you. For last night.” He couldn’t meet Venti’s eyes. The fight within himself was raging- he had sworn to keep Mondstadt safe from vampires or any other lurking threat, and yet one of them had saved him from certain doom. It was ridiculous, it was real , and in spite of Diluc’s attempts to see Venti as the monster he had to be, it had never truly worked. 

There was a faint sound of footsteps before Venti leaned into Diluc’s vision. The towel was now draped around his neck, his smile gentle, kind. “I’d consider you a friend.” Those simple words were spoken with such a genuine cadence, it was as if Diluc’s heart started to beat again after laying dormant for so long. “I know you don’t feel the same anymore, and that’s okay. But of course I don’t want to see you suffer.” Venti spoke as if it was something that Diluc should have already known. It wasn’t.

The way Venti was looking at him was making it difficult to keep a cold and uncaring expression. Diluc always felt more than he let on, always buried it deep inside. He was experienced in hiding what he felt, but Venti had a way of making things harder for him. He let out a huff and turned away, walking towards the bed. “You’re difficult , Venti.” Was all he said as he sat down, breathing out a sigh. He could feel the bed dipping beside him. 

“I’ve heard that one before.” There was a laugh in Venti’s voice. “What would make me less difficult , Master Diluc?” 

He was far too close. There was still some space between them, but being on the same bed made Diluc feel more than he was willing to unpack. He shook his head. “For one, I may consider you a friend if you stopped feeding from unwilling victims.” 

Venti groaned, falling backwards onto the bed with an arm over his eyes. “If only I could… it’s so hard to find someone willing these days.” He moved his arm, peering up at Diluc. “Unless you’re offering.” 

Diluc thought about it for a moment. An agonizing moment. His mind drifted back to when Venti had taunted him, on top of him, their bodies pressed together. The breath against his neck, the way Venti’s hair tickled his jaw. He had felt all too hot , even if it should have been more terrifying than anything, all because it was Venti . It was an event he tried not to think about. He tried to push the feeling of Venti pinning him to the ground out of his mind, it was nothing but a sinful distraction, and yet the vampire’s question had brought it all rushing back. 

“Not a chance.” 

“You considered.” A playful smirk appeared on Venti’s face. A dangerous expression when he was laying sprawled out on Diluc’s bed like an offering. Lord Barbatos, what am I thinking? 

He was pretty, even when wet and disheveled (and dampening his bed). Perhaps that even added to the allure. Venti was something out of reach, to be admired but not touched. At least, that was what Diluc had often thought of him before everything changed. He frowned. 

“Show me you’re even trying to restrain yourself, and maybe I will.” Diluc reached down to pinch Venti’s cheek, an act that elicited a squeak of surprise. “You’re warm. You’re still feeding frequently.” 

A hand reached up to wrap around his wrist, smaller, his skin soft save for calloused fingertips, no doubt from plucking his lyre. He guided Diluc’s hand closer, flush to his cheek. “You sure? I think you should check again.” There was mischief in Venti’s eyes. Diluc allowed it. 

He cupped Venti’s cheek, taken by how incredibly soft he was. The plush skin beneath his palm felt delicate, as if someone so rough should not dare to disturb it. His thumb glided against the creamy pale expanse which coloured in its wake. “You’re even warmer now.” 

Diluc spoke before he fully processed what that meant, and now, as he focused on Venti’s expression, his heart skipped a beat. There was a light dusting of pink across his cheeks and he was averting his gaze; hesitant eyes only looking up when Diluc tried to meet them. 

“Well, that’s hardly fair.” Venti’s hand moved from his wrist to rest on top of Diluc’s, holding him in place. “This time it’s your fault.” 

A chuckle slipped past Diluc’s lips. A rare sound from him, and yet Venti was forcing him to let his guard down, prying open his walls with proximity. It was a feeling of comfort that was unfamiliar, strange, and should not have been. Not with him. But there it was, and in the moment, Diluc was allowing himself to enjoy it. To feel fond .

“What am I going to do with you?”

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The rain was a rhythmic tapping against the window, tempting Kaeya to take a nap rather than continue sifting through paperwork. He sat, not at his own desk, but at a table in the Chief Alchemist’s lab. Papers were strewn in front of him; some being official business reports and others being on criminal cases. With Grandmaster Varka gone with the cavalry, Kaeya had become more of an all-rounder, second in command. 

Not that it was much more work. Jean took care of the most important issues, and Albedo, as Head of Investigations, was very efficient in his cases. Kaeya picked up the leftovers on top of dealing with his own web of information gathering, but that was unofficial . It was just… boring . Work was a slog most days. Less now that he had some company. 

Albedo hadn’t spoken in a while. The alchemist had finished his work for the knights, but was now focused on his experiments. Although he had allowed Kaeya to work in his lab, it wasn’t to socialise. If anything, it kept Kaeya focused more than he would be alone. What a shame, it would have been fun to slack off together, spend the time they should have been working making out in the lab. Things had been going quite well between them, after all, and it was taking all of Kaeya’s willpower not to simply stare at Albedo in admiration as he worked. That cute focused expression, the way he furrowed his brows and turned up his nose when an experiment didn’t give him the results he was looking for— he had no idea how attractive he was. 

But Albedo’s personality was exactly why this arrangement was allowed in the first place. He was hard working, single minded in his pursuit of results. He had a system; he would finish his knight work first, then spend long hours until the sun had set working on his experiments. Nothing would pull him from his plans, not even Kaeya. 

So when Jean caught him slipping into the alchemist’s lab, she merely shook her head, before commenting that, “I’m sure Chief Albedo will keep you in line better than I could. Go ahead.” She was so right. 

It had been a while since either of them had said a word. Albedo was pouring drops of one liquid into another, before letting out a soft huff and jotting down a note. It seemed things weren’t going his way. 

“Not what you wanted?” Kaeya commented, and at the look he received by daring to speak, he raised his hands. “Hey, I finished my work. The important stuff, at least.” 

Albedo seemed to consider that for a moment, before breathing out a small sigh. He returned to his notes, his quill scraping against the page for a moment longer. Finally, he responded. “Not quite, but that’s what experimentation is for. Ruling out possibilities.” 

The cold, calculating tone he had while he was working had no right being so attractive. Kaeya rested his elbow on the table, leaning in while he listened. “What are you working on anyways?” 

Again, Albedo hesitated, then turned to look at Kaeya. “A cure for vampirism. It’s been my focus for some time now.” 

“A cure?”  Well, Albedo wouldn’t have been the first. Of course people wanted a cure, it would be a peaceful way to eliminate the vampire problem and would undoubtedly save countless lives. And yet, they had been around so long that many thought the possibility of a cure was nonexistent. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Albedo thought it was something that could be achieved; he often spoke of how alchemy could uncover the secrets of the world, how it went much further than most thought. “Well, if anyone can do it, it’s you.”

The sweet words seemed to surprise Albedo, and he glanced aside, though Kaeya didn’t miss the slight colouring of his cheeks. “We’ll see. It’s been a while with no progress.” 

“Why not take a break?” Kaeya stood as he spoke, walking over to Albedo. He came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, an act that the alchemist didn’t reject. 

“Kaeya…” Albedo sighed, but he leaned back into the embrace. “You’re trying to get me to slack off again, aren’t you?” 

Kaeya trailed a hand down Albedo’s arm before taking his gloved hand in his own. Their fingers intertwined. “Slacking off isn’t the same thing as taking care of yourself. Have you had lunch today?” 

The quiet that followed told Kaeya all he needed to know, yet before he could pester further, Albedo was speaking again. “I’m leaving town tomorrow.”  

It was out of nowhere, enough to catch Kaeya completely off guard. He tensed for a moment before giving Albedo’s hand a small squeeze. “Leaving? Where are you going?” 

“Dragonspine.” Albedo squeezed his hand back, then pulled away so he could turn around and face him. He looked up into Kaeya’s eye. “Only for a few days. I’ve been studying some lifeforms there that may prove useful to my research. I… figured I should tell you this time.” He averted his gaze, and Kaeya smiled. 

Albedo did have a habit of disappearing once in a while, sometimes for extended periods of time in which very few knew of his whereabouts. Being one of the people the alchemist kept informed was a great honour in Kaeya’s books. 

“Ah, I see… Well, I can’t say I won’t miss you, but I hope you make some great discovery.” Kaeya started absentmindedly twirling a piece of Albedo’s blond hair around his finger as he spoke, an action that Albedo didn’t stop. “I take it Jean will be watching Klee?” 

“Yes.” Albedo glanced aside, “I hope she doesn’t cause any trouble.” 

“I’ll keep an eye on her too, no need to worry. If she does get into trouble, it won’t be anything we can’t handle.” Kaeya looked over at the clock hanging on the wall and breathed out a sigh. “Looks like I have to get going… Jean wants me to accompany her to a meeting with some friends from afar.” 

“The Fatui.” When Kaeya nodded, Albedo continued. “Well, good luck.” 

“Thanks. I have a feeling it’ll go just fine.” Kaeya’s hand moved from Albedo’s hair to his chin, feeling cool skin against his own. He tilted the other man’s chin upwards before leaning down. It was slow and natural in the way their lips pressed against each other, Keaya treating the other man like a delicate flower as he poured his affection onto him. The kiss lasted only a moment, but it filled Kaeya’s chest with a warm, fluttering feeling just like the first time. 

Albedo looked away as they separated, a slight smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t seem used to affection, not in this regard, but Kaeya planned on changing that. If he had it his way he'd be doing nothing but showering him with kisses. 

Kaeya stepped back, walked over to the table he was previously seated at to gather his things, then started towards the door. He glanced back at Albedo with a smile. “Come see me before you leave, alright?” 

Albedo met Kaeya’s eye, his cheeks flushed so prettily, and nodded. “I will.” 

With that, Kaeya left for what was likely to be a long and uncomfortable meeting. It wasn’t one he was looking forward to, yet he knew it was not one he could afford to miss. 

Diluc wanted to kiss Venti. It wasn’t something he could deny, at least to himself. The feeling wasn’t new, either– of course it wasn’t. The bard would often come to Angel’s Share to perform, and would chat with the bartender in between songs. He was charming, playful, and friendly, willing to talk to strangers like they were old friends. On top of that, he was gorgeous . Attractive in a way that was almost otherworldly. Now it was clear that could have been because he was a supernatural being, but it held true all the same. 

That was why it was so difficult to be laying in bed next to him. Venti had coaxed him to lay with him, and after some convincing, Diluc complied. His head still felt light, his body weak from blood loss, so it felt nice to rest. Sinfully nice to rest next to Venti. 

He was so pretty laying in Diluc’s bed, his hair splayed out like a halo around him. Diluc’s heart skipped a beat when Venti’s eyes met his own, a playful smirk on his face. Goodness… he was a fool. Diluc was a fool . This was a vampire, and a dangerous one at that. Likely ancient. The book Kaeya had left him flashed in his mind– could he have been right? No. It was impossible. 

“Diluc.” 

His name leaving Venti’s mouth brought Diluc back to the present, the sudden awareness making him realise where he was staring. Venti’s lips . Quickly, he looked back up, meeting his eyes once more. 

“If you want to kiss me, you can just say so.” Venti was teasing, and damn him for it. 

Diluc tore his eyes away from the beautiful man beside him, instead staring at the ceiling. Not as nice of a view, but one that wouldn’t get him in trouble. “I hate you.” The words came out, but the malice didn’t. Instead, he sounded tired. He never wanted to hate Venti, and truly, he didn’t . But he had to. He had to in order to stick to his own moral code. It shouldn’t have been difficult, and yet… 

“Then why’d you let me inside?” Venti shifted to prop himself up on his elbow, leaning over Diluc. This put them in an even worse position, Diluc would note to himself. “If you hate me, you could kick me out.” 

Diluc was quiet. He didn’t want Venti to leave, and that look in the vampire’s eyes told him he already knew what the answer would be. He was such a pain. After a moment, he found the strength to glare. “You’re pushing it.” 

A small laugh slipped out of Venti, a joyful sound that was music to Diluc’s ears. His smile was infectious, and Diluc had to fight to stay stone faced. Venti sat up, stretching his arms above his head. “Fine, fine, maybe you’re right. I should get going anyways, the sun will come out when the rain lets up.” 

Diluc wanted to tell him to stay. That it would be okay if he was in the mansion until nightfall. He couldn’t– sheltering a vampire would be a step too far, and yet, if the sun came out now, Diluc would not mourn the fact that Venti would be stuck with him. No, it would be best to let him go. 

“Right… you should go.” Diluc muttered his response, trying not to sound like he cared either way. 

“Mhm. See you around, hunter.” Venti’s tone was playful, as was the wink he sent Diluc’s way, and in a flash, he was gone. 

Diluc let out a groan he’d been holding in. Just what was this mess he’d gotten himself into? No vampire he met ever lived to tell the tale, and now he was lamenting over not being able to kiss one. He had to get his head checked. 

Strained, heavy breathing could be heard throughout the dimly lit room. Candles flickered as the man walked past them, rhythmically tapping the syringe in his hand. The sound of the wooden floor creaking was enough to make the figure in the centre of the room go stiff. The room was full of medical equipment, vials of differing concoctions, and in front of the large window covered by thick curtains was a man. He was strapped to a chair with metal cuffs and chains, bound tightly and without care for comfort. His skin was pale as a ghost, sweat dripping down his ice cold forehead. A pitiful sight. 

“Don’t squirm.” The Doctor’s voice came out in a deep growl, and that was all the warning the man received before a needle pierced into his arm. He tensed, but didn’t struggle, fear in his eyes. The contents of the syringe were pushed inside of him, and the Doctor removed it, carelessly tossing aside the needle. A gloved hand grabbed a fistful of the man’s hair and yanked his head back, and he leaned in, studying his subject’s face. “Eyes are still bloodshot. I figured you wouldn’t have enough blood left for that. Hm.” He mused with a thoughtful hum, seemingly unaware of the pain he was causing. No, not unaware. Uncaring .

The Doctor let go and stepped away from his subject, instead approaching the window. The chair was positioned in front of it, the hints of sunlight glowing around the curtain’s edges. “Wait-” The fear that appeared in the subject’s eyes lasted only a moment as the curtains were flung open. Sunlight poured into the room, washed over the man in the chair, and in an instant, he burst into flames. His screams were swallowed by the fire, the smell of burning flesh filling the air. The Doctor merely watched with a disappointed frown on his face as his test subject cried out in pain, burned and withered, until everything went quiet. All that was left was a pile of ashes. 

“Another failure.” The Doctor grimaced, approaching the chair that was now covered in dust. More supplies wasted with no results. He snapped, looking at one of the Fatui agents stood by the door on standby. “You– clean up this mess. And you,” He looked to the one next to them, “get me another.” 

“B-but my Lord,” The agent spoke shakily, “That was… the last one.” 

The Doctor swore under his breath, clenching his fists. They were out of test subjects? Again? “Then find me another .” He hissed, low and dangerous. He glared at the agent expectantly until they scurried away. Good . 

He returned to his notes, swiftly crossed out one of the lines, then threw them aside in a rage. A beaker crashed and shattered, papers flew all over the floor, and the Doctor only busied himself with pacing through the mess. There was something he was missing, something crucial. Hopefully, in Mondstadt, he would find it.

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The way people moved was always something Venti took note of. Whether they were slow and casual, stopping to chat with their neighbours, or if they were rushing to get where they needed to be without pause. It said a lot about the state of the city if patterns of movement were followed by most citizens. Normally, Mond was a friendly place. Business owners and common folk alike mingled and chatted about the daily happenings with little consideration for their differences. Arguments were settled peacefully, and most people were willing to help when someone was in need. Things moved slowly, no one seemed to be in a rush. At least, that’s how it was most days. 

This night was different. The sun had only just set, and the city was normally still lively for a few hours more, then the taverns bustled even later. Venti was playing a simple tune on his lyre by the fountain, only half paying attention to the movements of his fingers while his eyes scanned the area. Not many people were outside, and those who were seemed to be in a hurry, keeping their heads down as they speed walked to their destinations. Even on the quietest of nights, at least some people would gather around while Venti was playing, and a few would toss him some mora for a good performance. Tonight, there was no one. 

Gradually, the bard’s playing slowed to a stop, and everything was quiet. It didn’t sit right with him– something was happening to put everyone on edge, and he had a feeling it wasn’t the usual problems. After a moment, the silence was pierced by the sound of footsteps and a sharp voice in the distance. Someone barking orders, followed by a firm “yes, sir!”

Venti made his way down the stairs towards the city’s entrance where the noises were coming from, the vision on his hip lighting up as he more so floated down than walked. With feather light steps, he passed the guards at the entrance, offering a friendly wave. Notably, they were standing inside the city rather than outside at their usual posts. Odd… but it only added to Venti’s curiosity. 

As he passed through the city wall, everything became clearer. Right across the bridge leading into town was the Fatui Harbinger Il Dottore. Venti had heard about him from others in Mond; not clear details, but whispers. Something about him being a false prophet, bringing misery wherever he stepped. Some mentioned his involvement in the death of Crepus Ragnvindr. From the moment he showed up, everything had grown more tense. Tonight, it seemed, he was taking action. 

Dottore was with a group of Fatui, pointing them in different directions as he gave them orders. Quietly, Venti slipped behind a tree, peering out to watch. “You and you, head to Springvale. You three, the Whispering Woods. Do not return empty handed.” The Harbinger ordered, and the Fatui quickly nodded, wasting no time in heading off. It looked like he was sending people all around Mondstadt, but why ? Whatever it was, it didn’t seem good. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Venti noticed movement. A figure dressed in black was crouched behind the end of the bridge’s railing, the short stone wall enough to hide them from the Fatui’s view. They were right in front of Venti, and yet, he hadn’t spotted them until now. Upon closer inspection, the crouching figure was a woman, the darkness she was shrouded in aided by the dark veil on her head.

The sound of footsteps against stone pulled Venti’s attention back to the bridge, where Dottore was walking back towards the city, a few Fatui following behind him. Venti shifted in his hiding spot, staying still and out of view for what felt like forever. Eventually, the footsteps passed him and faded away. Venti risked a glance out from behind the tree only to confirm that yes, the Fatui were gone. 

The woman who was hiding nearby stood, dusting herself off. There was a scowl on her pale face. Moonlight hit her, and Venti could now get a proper look at her. It was Rosaria; he’d seen her before at the tavern, but she had never been much for conversation, always cold and intimidating. Yet despite that, she appeared to be friends with Kaeya, one of the most sociable and well liked knights in Mond. There was a depth to her character that piqued Venti’s curiosity, but he had never bothered to find much information about her. Rather than, well, her nightly activities. Like Diluc, Rosaria was an independent vampire hunter. Venti had found himself avoiding her a few times when he needed to feed. But why would a vampire hunter be stalking the Fatui? 

“You can come out, bard.” Rosaria’s cold voice snapped Venti to attention. “They’re gone… and I can see you.” 

Venti stepped out from behind the tree with a small, nervous laugh, offering a half hearted wave that Rosaria didn’t reciprocate. “I see I’m not the only one curious about what our visitors are up to. Rosaria, is it?” 

Rosaria looked Venti up and down as if sizing him up, her gaze calculating and shrouded in mystery. It was hard to tell what she was thinking. “Yes… and you’re…” She trailed off, furrowing her brows. “Venta?” 

“Venti.” 

“Right.” Rosaria simply waved off the correction, before looking in the direction of town. The direction Dottore had gone. “Word of advice; don’t get involved with the Fatui. Sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong is what gets people killed.” Despite the weight of her words, her tone stayed devoid of emotion. 

“I figured as much. Everyone’s avoiding them.” Venti shrugged, stepping closer to Rosaria rather than turning away. She may have been trying to scare him off, but all she did was make him all the more curious. “Any idea what they’re up to?” 

Rosaria raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. “No. I just know that so-called Doctor is bad news.” She brushed past Venti as she walked towards the city’s entrance. “I suggest you hurry home. It isn’t safe to be out at night.”

“Right, thanks for your concern, ma’am. Have a nice night!” Venti waved while Rosaria walked away, and once more, she paid him no mind. She clearly wasn’t one for conversation, and any further pressing would only bring suspicion towards him. It seemed that was all he was going to get from her. 

The Doctor was bad news. It was the same sentiment that the rest of Mond seemed to share, but details were hard to come by. Whatever the case, he had cast a shadow over the normally bright city and set everyone on edge. Venti lingered outside the city wall for a while longer, before turning towards the bridge. Maybe a quick check of the places Dottore sent his subordinates would shed some light on the situation, reveal if Mondstadt really did have something to worry about.

It was hours earlier when Kaeya was sitting in the Knights of Favonius meeting room, a long table stretched out across the space with enough chairs for every captain to sit, then doubled for guests and others of importance who would need to listen in on military talks. However, that wasn’t the purpose of the day’s meeting, and so many of the chairs stayed empty. Jean was seated at the head of the table; on her right was Kaeya, then next to him, Lisa. On her left was Il Dottore, and two Fatui agents stood behind him near the wall to be ignored. They were his personal guard, and though unnecessary here, they were allowed to be present. The negotiations were to be between the Acting Grandmaster and the Harbinger, but that didn’t mean Kaeya and Lisa couldn’t butt in when they had a point to offer. 

Kaeya, for one, thought this whole meeting was pointless. Even with half Dottore’s face covered, how he carried himself alone told him this man would still be a pain to work with. The meeting had hardly started, and already he was frowning, arms crossed over his chest. The Doctor clearly hadn’t earned his position through charisma. 

There weren’t many people Kaeya could claim he hated , but Dottore certainly came close. During his last visit to Mondstadt, he was rude and demanding, looking to take advantage rather than strike a deal that would benefit both sides. This looked to be a similar case. Yet that was only on the surface, there were depths beneath that made Kaeya consider him less than human. Luckily for him, he was much better at masking his emotions than his brother. 

Kaeya was leaned back in his chair, a casual expression of interest on his face as Dottore spoke, fidgeting with a coin between his fingers. One leg was crossed over the other, perhaps not the most professional, but the lack of respect was also purposeful. He would be open, but hold himself above the Harbinger regardless. 

“It’s a simple request, and would lessen the workload of the Knights.” Dottore stated, and though his gaze was directed at Jean, Kaeya could still feel his glare. “Hand over the vampires you catch to me. You aren’t killing them on sight regardless, and processing all of them must take up much of your precious time.” 

Jean raised an eyebrow, then schooled her expression into something more neutral. She sat straight and tall, meeting Dottore’s eyes the best she could through his mask. “What use do you have for them?” 

“We have ways of swiftly disposing of them, their uses beyond that are not necessary information to share.” Dottore grit his teeth, leaning forward on the table. He was crowding Jean, and though she stayed put, the way her eyes darted revealed her nerves. 

“I think it’s quite necessary.” Jean stated, her voice firm. “Yes, our processes in regards to vampiric control take time, but they are not without purpose. If something is to happen to them under official agreements, I must know what that agreement entails.” 

“If I may add,” Lisa spoke before Dottore had the chance to open his mouth, a sweet smile on her face. “Things may be done differently in Snezhnaya, but here, only dangerous vampires are slain. If they pose no threat, they are instead registered and allowed to live as citizens. That’s why we don’t swiftly dispose of them .”

Dottore grit his teeth, his head turning to face Lisa before snapping back towards Jean. “Apologies. I forgot you worshipped a vampire, no wonder you’re soft on them.” His scowl turned into a smile, but it was anything but friendly. Jagged teeth curled up into a menacing grin, and Jean made the mistake of flinching. “Your vampires are worthless . They’ll turn on you the moment they have a chance. Let me help you.” 

From where he was sitting, Kaeya could see Jean’s shudder. She had never had to deal with someone like the Doctor before, and even normal political discussions she was still just getting a grasp of. He sighed, drawing the Harbinger’s attention. It seemed it was time for him to step in. 

“So fixated on something so inconsequential.” Kaeya flipped the coin in his hand, not bothering to even look Dottore’s way. “If you need vampires, why not get them from Snezhnaya? Or are Snezhnayan vampires not up to your standards?” 

“I’m not talking to you , Alberich.” Dottore sneered. 

“Oh, you remembered my name?” Kaeya perked up, a smile appearing on his face. “I’m honoured. But, I have to correct you. I’m the Acting Grandmaster’s right hand, her business is my business.” 

Dottore clenched his fist, as if without the social pressure of the room he was in, he would start swinging at Kaeya. It was amusing to say the least. Someone so elite, so highly regarded in the Fatui, was no more than a sensitive man with anger issues. It wasn’t intimidating, not to Kaeya. 

“Furthermore,” Kaeya didn’t give Dottore a chance to respond, merely letting him fester in his rage. He leaned forward on the table, casually with his elbow resting on the wood. “We haven’t forgotten about your last request. The children you took for training never returned.” 

Dottore was quiet for a moment, seething. He was tense, and it was obvious. Kaeya couldn’t help but feel a bit amused– had he really thought this plan of his would work? There may have been a new Grandmaster in place, but that didn’t mean all of the staff was different, or that records were not kept. Kaeya would see to it that this Harbinger would leave Mondstadt empty handed. Whatever he wanted, whatever the reason, it wouldn’t be good. 

All of a sudden, Dottore stood, pushing out his chair with a deafening scratching against the floorboards. He glared down at the knights, a frown etched into his face. “So be it. If your decision is to deny me, then that’s what it is. I will return for talks regarding Snezhnaya’s trade with Mondstadt.” 

With a swish of his coat, the Doctor walked towards the door, his Fatui bodyguards following behind. Keaya watched him leave with a narrowed eye. He wouldn’t stop at a simple denial, would he? No… unfortunately for everyone else, Dottore found ways to get what he wanted. 

It was three days after he last saw Venti, and part of Diluc was glad for that. The image of the little bard laying on his bed beside him would enter his mind at the most inopportune moments, such as when he was tending the bar, in the middle of mixing a drink. Venti’s pretty smile, the way he leaned over him, the soft flush in his plump cheeks… ah, he’d been stirring a few seconds longer than he needed to. He stopped, finished the drink, and handed it to the server. 

“You seem distracted, Diluc.” The voice made Diluc want to groan, but instead, he merely frowned, looking towards his brother who had annoyingly insisted on sitting at the bar. Kaeya was leaning on his elbow, and in his other hand was a glass of wine he was casually swirling around. “Something on your mind?” 

“Yes.” Diluc said, beginning to grab different bottles of liquor to work on the next order. “I’m trying to come up with reasons to kick you out. Does it count as ‘disturbing the peace’ if it’s only mine?” 

“How rude.” Kaeya didn’t sound too bothered, and took a sip of his drink. “No wonder you have no friends. Besides that bard, maybe.” 

That bard… yes, Diluc might have considered him a friend before… everything. He’d enjoyed chatting with Venti, gave him special privileges that others wouldn’t dare to ask for. He’d always been a joy to watch play, but now, he came to the tavern less often. Now, it was complicated . Just as Diluc had begun to look downcast, the tavern’s door opened. 

Jean stepped inside looking a bit frazzled. Her hair was frizzing and pieces were falling out of her ponytail, and she was flushed, breathing heavily as if she had run there. “Kaeya!” Her eyes softened when they landed on the knight, and quickly, she was at his side. “Have you seen Klee?”

In an instant, Kaeya was locked into attention, as was Diluc. “Klee? No. Is she missing?” Kaeya’s voice took on a tone that was scarcely heard; worry . Diluc could feel it too. Klee was only a child, and it was dark out. If she was missing… 

“I… I can’t find her.” Jean took a shaking breath, crossing her arms over her chest. “She was with me just an hour ago, I told her to stay put for a moment, and… I think she might’ve run off.”

“I’ll help you look.” Kaeya’s response was instant, as was the speed at which he got up from his seat.

“Me too.” Diluc was already untying his apron. Jean met his eyes, her own shining as a slight smile pulled at her lips. She nodded, already turning back towards the door. He wouldn’t sit idly by while a child was missing, especially not with who their city’s current guest was. But, no. Diluc wouldn’t think of the worst, not now. Klee had just run off on her own and was out playing… maybe. Only time would tell.