Please write when obiwan's vampire nature awoke and quigon had to teach his padawan how to hide his fangs and care for himself.
Sorry it took so long… somehow my muse had decided to take a brief vacation!
down at the wide and incredulous looking blue-green eyes of the small boy of
perhaps three years that he was holding. The boy looked innocent enough, with
his chubby cheeks and the thumb he was sucking one. Qui-Gon realized that this
was a habit that would need to be broken at some point. The tall Jedi Master
also knew that the look of this one was quite deceiving.
“You cannot be serious?” Qui-Gon eventually said and turned his midnight blue eyes up at the Council members in front of him.
Mace Windu looked as serious as ever and Yoda’s gaze held no room for argument either. The other Masters did not interest the long haired man right now.
“Serious, we are. Young Kenobi’s guardian, you will be,” even the green troll’s voice held no room for any protest.
“Qui-Gon,” the Korun Master chose a calmer tone, “the Council has talked and it decided that this is the best solution.”
“Is it now?” he snarled right back, causing the little one in his arms to shiver. Immediately he tightened the arms around the boy with the short ginger hair and sent comforting energy to him.
“He is of your kind,” Plo Koon joined the conversation. “You are best suited to teach him everything he needs to know.”
“I have already made it clear that I do not wish to take on another apprentice, besides, he is way too young. Why are you presenting him to me now anyway?” He turned his focus to the green Master, whose ears dropped just a little. Had Qui-Gon not been the green troll’s Padawan a long time ago, he would most likely not even have noticed it in the first place.
“Showing signs he is. Needs you NOW, he does.”
That caused the stubborn Jedi to blink. Curiously did he peek down at the silent child, who was still watching him in a mixture of wonder and awe. And now he even noticed that Obi-Wan was indeed not sucking on his thumb, but chewing on it, as if… “As if he is trying to lessen the pain from growing fangs,” did he mumble to himself.
“What was that, Master Jinn?”
Qui-Gon ignored the female Jedi. Instead he turned back to Yoda. “This is too soon, he is too young.”
“In mysterious ways, the Force moves,” hummed the Order’s Grandmaster.
“Do you now understand why we have called you?” asked the dark skinned Council member.
“Yes,” and he did indeed. This was changing everything. He was still not keen on taking care of such a young child, but at least he had a solid reason to do so now. Up to this point he had been the only vampire in the Order, his kind was rare and usually did not leave their clans and planets. It was only logically to assign him to take care of one so young, who still had so much to learn. He only dreaded the day, when Obi-Wan would be old enough to become his Padawan, especially since he had sworn to never take on another one, not after Xanatos’ fall.
“Decided this is then,” the wise Master hit the floor with his walking stick, bringing this topic of the session to an end.
“We are already sending everything you require for raising a Youngling to your quarters. Also crèche Master Kalma will accompany you and inform you of the most important things,” Mace Windu explained.
Midnight blue eyes barely looked at the Mirialan Jedi who had stood beside the closed doors of the Council chamber.
Accepting his fate, he nodded and bowed his head, before taking his leave. The Mirialan, whose name he had not bothered to learn, trailed right next to him, but only after she had tried to take the boy from his arms. Obi-Wan had not allowed it. She then had begun talking about the caretaking of children, but Qui-Gon was not paying her much attention. He knew all this anyway.
He was focused on the bright being in his arms instead, who had yet to make a single sound. Out of instinct did he reach out to him with the Force and he was surprised that already a fledgling bond had formed between them and that in the few minutes he had held the boy. He reached out with his free hand and gently yet firmly pulled the boy’s digit out of his mouth. The Youngling made a sound of protest and over the beginnings of their bond, Qui-Gon could feel the painful pressure of the emerging fangs on the boy’s gums. The tall Jedi ignored the protest and instead put his own thumb, as well as his forefinger, into the young one’s mouth and started massaging the gums. A satisfied purr was his answer and the Master could not help but smile down at the boy. In the privacy of his own mind, he could even admit that the child was rather cute.
“Master Jinn,” what-was-her-name-again protested, “with all due respect, you should stop encouraging this behavior.”
He turned furious eyes at the Mirialan, who immediately took a step back. “You may be an expert on the care of young Force sensitive children, but when it comes to vampires, I think I have the advantage. So you will excuse me and stop influencing my methods.” He had let his own fangs appear, just for show and it did the trick. The green skinned female became a few shades paler and hurriedly excused herself, before vanishing back to the crèche.
Qui-Gon retreated his fangs again and grumbled under his breath when a touch of two small hands brought him out of his dark thoughts. During all the commotion, he had forgotten to keep massaging. To his surprise however, the small child pushed his hand away. Qui-Gon looked down.
“You my new Master?” it sounded as if he was saying ‘mostah’ instead of ‘master’.
“It is ‘Are you my new Master’ and yes, I am.”
The boy nodded against his chest. “I like you. You warm.” He snuggled closer to the tall Master.
“You ARE warm,” he corrected.
Qui-Gon distantly remembered his own turning, though his had started when he was already ten. This was also a rather young age by his kind’s standards, but Qui-Gon had never heard of a case where the child was turning at the tender age of three. No wonder that the boy was so small.
The long haired man enveloped his new charge with his other arm too. The boy was shivering. This was completely normal. When the body was turning, it reduced certain activities – like holding the right temperature for an instance – in order to make the necessary changes. The senses would become sharper and better, the muscles would change, allowing the vampire to become inhumanly fast and strong and of course the fangs as well as the conversion to blood drinking. The increasing senses would most likely cause irritation, perhaps even dizziness and disorientation, but that would come much later. ‘Much’ was relative, especially in the eyes of a vampire, but Qui-Gon knew that he still had enough time to prepare for then.
Qui-Gon was glad that he had finally reached his quarters. Obi-Wan had started nibbling on his fingers instead of his own thumb. The Master mentally added a chewing toy to the list of things he would need. It would most likely look utterly ridiculous, but it would help. Also, his furniture would be left alone.
“Are you hungry?” he asked aloud. The child nodded. “Very well.” He sat the child down and gave him an encouraging swat on the backside, allowing him to take a look around.
Of course Qui-Gon had seen the countless cartons that were standing in the entrance to his rooms. He wondered what things he would find inside, it looked so much. Thankfully the boxes were labeled and he did not have to search long to find a small baby bottle and a heater for it. He guessed that the boy was not in the mood to have something to eat that he actually had to chew, his mouth most likely hurt too much for that. So he quickly heated some milk, while his new charge inspected his new living place.
“Do you like it?” he asked, when the boy entered the kitchen.
Obi-Wan nodded, his blue-green eyes gazed up at the tall man. “It’s lively, lot of plants,” he explained.
Qui-Gon could not help but chuckle at the innocent delight. Xanatos had never reacted this well to the countless exotic plants that occupied his quarters. “I am glad you think so little one. Though I fear that I should warn you, there might be more in the future.” He had a tendency to bring strange life forms with him, plants included.
“It’s alright,” the boy shrugged, “As long as I don’t have t’ share my bed.”
“Don’t worry,” the long haired man laughed. When had been the last time he had laughed, truly laughed that much? “I promise not to touch your room, unless you want me to.”
Obi-Wan looked as if he wanted to say something else, but the beeping of the finished heater caught his attention.
“What IS this,” he corrected, “And this is your meal. It’s not much, but once I have unpacked all those things in the hallway, I can make you something proper, alright?”
“Kay,” he seemed satisfied enough.
After Qui-Gon had checked if the warmed milk was not too hot for the three year old Initiate, did he hand the child the bottle, who happily started sucking on the bottle’s nipple after he had thanked the tall male. He quickly grimaced and pulled away again however.
The sight was comically, but Qui-Gon furrowed his brow. The milk was not expired, he had checked that and it had not smelled spoiled either. So, what could be the problem?
“I wonder… Obi-Wan, can you give me the bottle for a moment please?”
“Kay,” his scowl turned into curiosity and his blue-green eyes watched in interest, when Qui-Gon opened the bottle again and set it on the counter, before opening the refrigerator.
A tugging on the Jedi Master’s pants made Qui-Gon aware of the tiny boy, who was standing on his toes to peek – very unsuccessful – onto the counter. Without much thought, he picked the child up, who gave a delighted squeal upon being lifted, and sat him on top the counter, so that he could look over the whole kitchen.
Obi-Wan was humming a small melody, his head moving from left to right and back again and legs swinging forth and back, while watching how the Jedi Master put – from his point of view – strange red stuff into the milk. Immediately the white fluid turned pinkish.
“Try again,” the Jedi encouraged.
This time, the boy DID like the food and Qui-Gon had the feeling that nothing could separate his charge from the bottle, not even the Force itself. He shook his head and put the synthetic blood back into the refrigerator so that it would stay cold. It was unusual for young vampire to already consume blood, especially when their fangs had not yet fully appeared. Then again, Obi-Wan seemed to be quite the unique child. Qui-Gon liked that, it would make his life much more interesting, perhaps even more challenging, but he was a Jedi, he was born to face all kinds of situations.
“Master?” he had already consumed half of the bottle.
“Yes, young one?”
“Why are your teeth so funny?”
“Are they?” he turned to stand in front of the ginger haired boy and gave him a toothy smile. The boy’s brows furrowed in confusion. Qui-Gon decided to take mercy on him, at least for now and let his fangs come out. The effect was immediate. Blue-green eyes widened to an impossible size and he even forgot to keep drinking. A small hand reached out and Qui-Gon gently took it and allowed the boy to touch one of his fangs.
“Be careful, they are sharp.”
Obi-Wan drew back in awe. “Why… em…” he did not seem to know what he actually wanted to ask, but Qui-Gon guessed it nevertheless.
“I am a vampire young one, I need them to drink blood.”
“Like me,” he gave the tall man a broad grin, presenting his own white teeth.
Then the Initiate’s features turned thoughtful. “Will I get them too?”
“You already are,” Qui-Gon explained patiently, “that’s why it hurts here.” He motioned to his own gums.
A scowl appeared on Obi-Wan’s features. “Don’t want it to hurt,” he pouted.
“I know,” his voice was gentle and he reached out to ruffle ginger spikes affectionately. “It will get better.”
“I promise, now drink.” The Initiate did as he was told.
A little while later, Obi-Wan lay sleeping in the Jedi Master’s own large bed. Qui-Gon had not found the time to set up the young one’s own. He would do that tomorrow.
With a fond expression, that was rather unusual for Qui-Gon nowadays, did he watch the rhythmic rise and fall of a small chest and a sudden realization hit the long haired Master.
“Damn meddling troll, damn Force,” he grumbled under his breath. He should have realized that the fledgling bond had just been a sign for something greater. Not that Qui-Gon would ever admit it aloud, but he was overly excited when he thought about their future. He couldn’t wait for the days, when he would teach Obi-Wan how to hide his fangs and how to use them. He couldn’t wait to teach the bright child the ways of the Force, as well as the ways of their kind.
Perhaps, just perhaps, he was already a little bit too attached for his own good. He could already feel the mostly painful memories of his former apprentice, fading into nothingness. But it couldn’t be that bad now, could it? Not when the Force so obviously approved. Besides, it was about time to move on, wasn’t it? After all it was him, who always preached to live in the here and now.
(five years later)
“Master! Master!” an accented voice yelled loudly from the other end of the hallway. Qui-Gon had barely enough time to turn around, before a small body collided with his own with inhuman speed.
“Padawan,” gasped the older male out, when the boy’s body met his own.
“Hello Master,” the ginger haired Jedi looked up sheepishly. He knew that he was not supposed to use his vampire speed inside the temple and especially not to tackle his teacher.
“What has gotten you so excited?” Qui-Gon asked instead of scolding his apprentice for his lapse in control.
Blue-green eyes were inflamed with excitement. “Master, do you remember the lesson about my heightened senses?”
“You mean the one from last week? How could I forget, with your constant complaining about the smell of our apartment?”
The boy flushed in embarrassment and he cleared his throat, “Well, that was last week, but I have got it better under control now.” Qui-Gon only raised an eyebrow at that, challenging his Padawan’s claim. “I can prove it, here. Remember how you told me to concentrate, to focus on one single thing at a time before seeing the whole? Well, I did.”
“That is good to hear young one,” he praised.
“That’s not all,” he quickly cut in, “I was in the Room of a thousand Fountains you see and I was practicing this technique, when I suddenly detected the slight stench of blood in the air. It was weak, very weak, but still there. I found it questionable that the Fountain room smelled of blood, but since the Force had not given me a warning, I decided to investigate. Guess what I have found.”
“I have not the slightest idea,” he was not worried, the Force was absolutely calm and if Obi-Wan were in danger, he would know.
“This,” he presented what he was holding in his right hand that had previously been closed lightly. It took a moment for Qui-Gon to recognize the being for what it was, but then he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“A leech? You found a leech?”
“Yeah, he was the reason, why there was a minimal trace of blood in the air. See, it’s all full and squishy.”
“Indeed, your little friend has feasted on this fine day and was probably holding a digestive sleep before you interrupted it.”
“I do not think there is anything that could disrupt it,” Obi-Wan deadpanned. He hesitated a moment, one of his fingers from his left hand, absentmindedly stroking the little bloodsucker. “He is a lot like us, isn’t he?”
“SHE shares a few of our quirks, yes.” Were he not Master of the Living Force, then he would not have known that the little bloodsucker was truly a ‘she’ and not a ‘he’.
“She doesn’t have fangs though,” the Padawan grinned.
“No,” Qui-Gon agreed, “but she needs blood for surviving and she usually does not leave the place of her birth. And our kind usually does not leave their clans and families either.”
“But you did… and I too… why? Did they not like us?”
Qui-Gon sighed, “I don’t know Padawan.”
The boy looked thoughtful for a moment, his gaze resting on the leech, he was still petting the little animal, which seemed to enjoy it. “I think it doesn’t matter.”
Blue-green eyes sparkled with mirth, when he looked up into his Master’s face. “You are my family now, you and Master Yoda. And I wouldn’t have met you, had I been kept hidden.”
“If you see it like this, then I too am grateful that I was given away,” he smiled down at the ginger haired boy. “Now come young one, let’s see if we can find a place for your little friend.” Obi-Wan obediently trotted after him.
Jeeny, as Obi-Wan had called the black leech, had soon found a new home in the Jinn/Kenobi quarters. The tall vampire had found an old and unused aquarium, which he and his student had prepared for the leech. After Obi-Wan had promised to take care of her, had the older Jedi even allowed the boy to place the now inhabited aquarium in the living room.
During the set up, the long haired Jedi Master had gotten the feeling that Jeeny would not be alone for very long, but strangely he did not seem to mind. He always had a weakness for pathetic life forms and if his Padawan adopted this strange aspect of his personality, then that was fine with him.
True to his word, the Padawan did indeed take very good care of the leech. It had actually grown. Qui-Gon was not bothered about it, not about the leech. He WAS however bothered, that his apprentice was spending more time with his strange pet than with anybody – himself excluded – else. When the Jedi Master had asked his Padawan if he didn’t want to spent time with his fellow Padawans or perhaps the Initiates, the boy had evaded the topic. It left the Master more concerned though. And he was more determined than ever to find out, what was really going on. Little did he know that he would find the reason for his student’s isolation only a few days later.
(several days later)
Qui-Gon was sparring with Mace Windu this day. It had been a while since they had last fought and since the taller male had beaten the Council member, something that needed to be rectified immediately. They had already run through the whole warm up and were already engaged in their duel. It wasn’t too serious at first, they had to get used to each other again, but it would soon turn into a hard work out for the both of them.
Mace attacked, Qui-Gon parried. Another attack, this time the tall Master dodged and missed his mark by mere inches. Again did the Korun Master dash forward, Qui-Gon was already prepared and ready to counterattack, but sudden pain that came through his bond with Obi-Wan, made him freeze. Mace, who had not expected his friend to freeze in the middle of their workout, ran right into him and both Jedi Master tumbled to the ground, dignity going down with them.
“By the Force, Qui-Gon!” Mace exclaimed, “What was that?”
But the male with the midnight blue eyes did not listen. He was mechanically pushing himself up from the ground, his eyes were distant and his focus was elsewhere too. “Obi-Wan,” he breathed out, before coming back to himself. He fully pulled himself back to his feet and began to run at an inhuman speed, following his bond with his apprentice, his lightsaber was forgotten on the ground of the training hall. Mace Windu, who was more than baffled by his friend’s strange behavior, picked the discarded weapon up and ran after his comrade. Even with Force enhanced speed, did he have no chance of keeping up with the vampire.
Qui-Gon Jinn was not amused by what he found, when he had finally reached his Padawan’s location, not amused at all. Actually, he was beyond furious and only his long training as a Jedi, did keep him from lashing out right then and there.
Obi-Wan was lying on the ground of one of the Initiate’s training halls, cornered by three Initiates, all taller and bigger than him. The leader of the small Initiate group had an ugly grin plastered on his features and he ran his hand through his white hair, confident and arrogant.
“What is it Oafy-Wan? Aren’t you going to defend yourself?” asked the white haired boy, causing his two sidekicks to snicker, “Or do you think yourself above us, just because you are a Padawan?”
“Yeah,” the boy to the leader’s right cut in, “You are nothing Kenobi, just a freak.”
Qui-Gon heard his boy whimper, he wouldn’t have noticed it, hadn’t it been for his advanced hearing. A foot collided with the ginger haired Padawan’s body and this time, the pained cry was loud enough.
The leader laughed cruelly. “You freaks aren’t as scary and tough as you claim, are you? I bet you and your Master could not even hurt a fly.”
“Care to test that theory?” Qui-Gon spoke up, causing the Initiates to turn around, eyes wide in fear that soon turned to terror, when they saw what was awaiting them. Qui-Gon had allowed his blue eyes to turn red – the standard color for vampire eyes – and his fangs to emerge in all their pride and glory. He growled deep in his throat, just for show, but the effect was worth it.
The three Initiates stumbled away from him and from Obi-Wan, they were shaking in terror and it looked like they were about to faint. Were they not Jedi, they probably would already have. Qui-Gon knew he could look terrifying when he wanted to.
“Go and if I EVER see you insulting or bullying my Padawan again, I will NOT hold back, Jedi Order and Jedi Code be damned,” he growled. As if death itself was behind them – and in a way it was – the three Initiates ran out of the hall, their feet making loud sounds on the wooden floor. Qui-Gon gazed after them for a while, listening to their retreating steps, before he turned to his injured student.
Careful and slow, so that he would not startle the young vampire, did he approach Obi-Wan. The boy had curled himself into a tight ball, facing away from his Master. It was a reaction born out of instinct and Qui-Gon kneeled down to look and appear less intimidating.
The younger Jedi’s shoulders were shaking, small sobs and whimpers escaped him, which only increased, when Qui-Gon bend over him.
“Padawan,” he laid a hand on ginger locks and softly patted the young boy’s head, only to stop in his movement, when he touched something hard that was not supposed to be there. With furrowed brows did the Master inspect what it was and in horror did he realize that his precious boy had been bound with a muzzle. Fury arose once more in the tall man. How dare anybody treat his Padawan like this? They had no right, none of them. Obi-Wan was no monster, no animal that could be tied and caged, just because he COULD pose a threat.
“Hold still,” he said as gently as he could. He was not sure if Obi-Wan even heard, the boy was most likely trapped in his own little world.
Nevertheless, the older vampire leaned down and captured the leather between his fangs, while his fingers found their way into the small mesh around Obi-Wan’s face. The Padawan’s breath was quick and warm against Qui-Gon’s finger and more determined than ever, did the Master make short process with the hated device.
He tossed it somewhere over his shoulder, but was stunned when the metallic bouncing just stopped. He looked around and found himself gazing into shocked brown eyes of a certain dark skinned Council member. His vampire nature prompted him to act before his brain could. The next moment, Qui-Gon found himself positioned right over his Padawan, his larger body protecting the smaller one from view. His fangs were completely out, red eyes blazing in fury and warning and he openly hissed threateningly at one of the most powerful Jedi in the whole Order.
“Qui-Gon,” there was a small tremor in his voice that indicated fear.
Qui-Gon did not care. This human was a threat to his young one and he would not allow him anywhere near his charge. Neither did he care that he was actually acting like a FEMALE vampire, who was protecting her child. He was a Master of the Living Force after all, he was allowed to be overprotective and sometimes very emotional.
“Qui,” the Korun Master held up his hands, in one of them rested a lightsaber that was not his own, “it’s ME, Mace Windu, your friend. I am here to help you, remember?”
The long haired vampire did, but he would not take a risk, not with his little one in such pain and distress.
“Be gone,” he growled, still presenting his razor sharp teeth.
The dark skinned Jedi swallowed heavily, Qui-Gon could hear his heartbeat quickening, causing the blood in his veins to run faster. “Alright… see?” he took slow steps back, his eyes never leaving Qui-Gon, “I am just going to put your lightsaber on the ground and then I am going to leave, alright?”
The tall vampire did only relax, when he could not feel the Council member anywhere near his charge. His lightsaber remained forgotten on the wooden floor, it too, did not matter right now.
“Little one,” his voice was warm and comforting.
“M…Master,” sniffed the Padawan.
The brown haired male took this as an allowance to lift the small and injured body up and to hold Obi-Wan close to his chest. The ginger haired boy hid his face in his elder’s neck, his hands fisting into beige tunics.
“What happened?” Two small fists tightened their hold. “Please,” he tightened his embrace and sat back against the wall for support, “I am here now. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore, I promise. I’ll keep you save, but you have to tell me what happened.”
A whimper, “We were sparring,” his voice was barely above a whisper and hadn’t it been for Qui-Gon’s close proximity and increased hearing, he would not have understood the boy. “Bant, she’s an Initiate in my group,” another sniff, “She was sparring with me and fell on bench. She had hit her head and was… was unconscious and… and bleeding.”
The small body tensed. “Sshhh, it’s alright now, little one. What happened next?”
The young Padawan turned his head and his wide blue-green eyes looked pleadingly up at his elder. There were still blood tears escaping his eyes and they were leaving red marks on pale skin. Also, the collar of Qui-Gon’s tunic was red too.
“I couldn’t control it,” there was panic in his voice and the words escaped him faster and louder than before, “They just appeared.”
“My fangs,” cried the boy. “I didn’t want to bite her and I didn’t want to drink her blood, you have to believe me. It didn’t even cross my mind.”
“I do believe you, little one,” he guided his charge’s head back to rest against his shoulder again. “But I guess that someone didn’t?”
Obi-Wan shook his head, “Bruck and his friends…”
“Bruck?” interrupted Qui-Gon.
“The white haired boy,” the Jedi Master made sure to remember THAT one VERY well. “He saw my fangs… and he said that I had attacked Bant. I would never attack her, she’s my friend… my only one.”
“But she was unconscious and couldn’t tell the truth?”
“Yes,” the ginger haired Padawan nodded.
“And your teacher?” He had a good guess on how this story was going to continue.
“She said that she had always known that this was going to happen. She said that she had prepared herself and she… she…” his voice broke off, interrupted by sobbing.
“She forced that horrendous thing upon you,” Qui-Gon finished.
“Y…yes,” he nodded, “I ran away then and hid, but Bruck and his friends found me.”
“I see,” he gently laid on of his large hands on wet and slightly bruised cheeks and wiped the tear stains away, not caring about the red spots it caused on his fingers.
so… so sorry, Master.”
“Hush now, there is nothing to be sorry about. You are at the beginning of your life Obi-Wan, you will gather experiences and you will learn. Don’t worry, I am going to help you get your fangs under control…” he hesitated, “Perhaps a visit to my biological family is in order. It might do you good to live among our kind. Who knows, perhaps even I can learn from them.”
“I would like that very much,” the Padawan admitted.
“Then it’s settled.” In theory, he would have to ask the Council first, but Qui-Gon doubted that his old Master would say no and even if, Qui-Gon would just defy him.
He also had a certain Jedi to visit and teach HER a lesson or two. Nobody touches his boy like this, make him a monster and someone to laugh at. The tall Master knew from experience how terrible a muzzle could be and he would keep Obi-Wan save from such things, as best as he could.
“Come on, let’s get back to our quarters, shall we?”
Obi-Wan simply nodded and after Qui-Gon had called his lightsaber to his hand and made sure that at least his fangs were hidden, did he leave the training hall…