#I mean the fact that Sifo-Dyas even went back to Dooku AGAIN after the finale of Dooku: Jedi Lost is kind of remarkable

[charmwasjess]

Whatever you do, don’t think about how happy Sifo-Dyas must have been that last time with Dooku on Serenno. He’d been fired as a Seeker, lost his seat on the Jedi Council, had the worst rounds of visions of his life, and finally, finally, someone is listening to him, someone believes him, someone gets it.

He’s back with his best friend who promised to help him save the galaxy, like the two of them were made to do together. Like they always knew they were going to do.

[inkognito97]

Does tahl ever appear again in the Dracula au with her being paralyzed and with obiwan bringing her blood to make sure she heals faster? With sifo being partially drained so he won't fight her while she drains him?

Includes the following anon prompts:

In the Dracula au can we see jocasta meet dooku in the gardens while obiwan drains sifo dry and turns him into his new familiar.

And

In the Dracula au does sifo escape obiwan or does obiwan drain him dry? With obiwan using the force to dull sifo’s presence so jocasta doesn’t sense his death.

Upon entering the huge garden, Jocasta almost forgot about her companion and friend since childhood. The landscaped was truly magnificent. Through the garden lead a concrete path. Countless Lilium Blackouts were framing the path. The star shaped flowers were a dark carmine red, with a darker red-black shading in each petal’s center. It was a hypnotic sight and only one of many attractions in the garden.

While the female Jedi made her way forwards, she saw a field of roses. Black and red roses, though they were mostly black formed a heart, which was filled out by just red roses. Jocasta was able to see two letters made out of white flowers in the middle of the heart shaped artwork, a ‘Q’ and a ‘T’. Of course Jocasta had no idea what the letters stood for, but their meaning was still clear. This was the sweetest and most romantic token of love she had ever discovered.

With a small smile on her features, she turned back to her guide, who had an almost longing gaze to the flower heart. His expression was emotionless, like a mask, but his eyes spoke other volumes. The brown haired female wanted to reach out, but her guide’s steady voice made her stop.

“It isn’t far now,” Qui-Gon turned around. It had been quite some time until he had last been in the garden and it touched him deeply to know that his little boy - for who else could it be - had taken so much care of the gift he had made his wife upon the day, he had asked her to marry him.

Jocasta watched the taller male with mixed feelings. There was something ultimately sad in his aura, but it seemed to be either dimmed or pushed aside. She was not sure about it, but wouldn’t ask, not when she had Sifo to worry about.

The duo eventually reached the middle of the garden, which was practically just a large pond with clear blue water. Different fish were swimming in the pool, some beamed like the son, other’s glittered like the mon and some were as black as the night. A few colorful were in between and they truly looked as if the were born out of a rainbow. Jocasta’s blue eyes were following one of the black exemplars, which was partly hidden under one of the bluish water lilies that could be found floating in the pond, when her attention was caught by the scrunching of boots. Since her tall guide had not moved, it had to be a newcomer. Partly expecting it to be Sifo, she turned around with the full intend to hit him, only to be greeted by the Count himself.

“Count,” she inclined her head in greeting.

There was a pleased smile on his features. Yan exchanged a glance with his adopted son, who understood even without words, and said his farewell, before vanishing the way they had come. Jocasta looked after him for a moment, before her focus was returned to the man in front of her. One look into his deep eyes and she had forgotten the reason for her presence in this beautiful landscape.

“Shall we?” the Count offered his arm towards the brown haired female.

“It would be my pleasure,” answered Jocasta and before she realized what was happening, she was lead around the pond.

Sifo Dyas was desperately trying to figure a way out of this mess. He had tried to call upon the Force a couple of times now, but every time he did so, the Force would not come. The long haired man would have gritted his teeth, had he been able to move his jaw. It just HAD to be the bloodsucker, who was currently feasting on his neck. 

The worst part of it all, was not even the fact that he was about to die, but the realization that he was leaving Jocasta behind with three inhuman predators. He was no fool, he knew that his friend since childhood had no chance against them. Vampires were often described as the next step of evolution and even though it pained him to do so, he had to admit that this thesis was completely right. It needed much more than one or two Jedi to take down ONE vampire, let alone three.

A sudden pain in his neck brought his thoughts back to the harsh reality. It appeared as if the little devil had stopped drinking from him. With disgust watched Sifo, how his own blood ran down the boy’s chin.

“Don’t worry, I am not finished with you,” there was an ugly grin on the red head’s features and before the human male knew it, he was thrown over small shoulders like a rag doll.

The male desperately wanted to ask, where his captor was taking him. There had to be a very good reason for the boy to move him and it certainly was not the arriving Jocasta. Unfortunately, he could only watch mutely, how he was carried down stairs after stairs, deep under the ground, that much was clear. The way did not seem to end however and just as Sifo was about to fall into a meditative trance, they seemed to have arrived. 

The ginger haired monster opened a large door and therefore revealed, what looked like a crypt or perhaps a Mausoleum. There were three coffins in the circular room. One looked worn out and much older than the rest, it was a chestnut brown and there seemed to be not much more that marked it special in anyway, except perhaps the crucifix that was carved on the cover. 

The second coffin was a little smaller than the first. It was pitch-black and looked the newest of all three. A large crucifix that was almost as long as the whole cover, as well as other adornments were incorporated into the coffin, even the sides had a similar design. The most striking feature of this one, was the skull that was planted on the middle of the cross. Sifo did not want to know if the skull was real or not. 

The third and last coffin was actually a coffin for two people. It was shaped like a unshapely hexagon, and coal black. The male Jedi wondered. At breakfast, they had been introduced to only three people, but it seemed as if at least four vampires had once lived here. Could this be the coffin of the boy’s mother?”

Obi-Wan did not spare his or his family’s coffins a glance. He knew them all by heart, especially the one his father was still occupying. He had spent many sleepless day OR night in it, mostly by his father’s side and especially after his mother had died.

He determinedly walked passed their beds, towards the blank wall. To anybody, even vampires, it would have looked like a normal stone wall, but he knew that there was a secret. If the right stones were pushed in the right order, a secret passageway was revealed. It lead to an old laboratory in which blood magic had once been practiced, Obi-Wan could still feel it. It was here that he had started to spent most of his time, when his father was away and his grandfather was busy. He had studied the old books, learnt magic, taught himself about the Force and had eventually done what had appeared to be impossible, he had brought the dead back to life. Or better yet, he had brought the undead back into a life-like existence. There was no better way to say it. Vampires were neither dead, nor alive and his mother was no exception.

“Mother,” he called while descending the last stairs. Neither his father NOR his grandfather knew about this room. In fact, Obi-Wan was not sure, how he had discovered it himself, but he blamed the ancient blood magic that still lingered, as well as the ever present Force his father always preached about. “I am back.”

“Obi-Wan,” the answer was weak and tired.

The ginger haired vampire was not surprised. Even though his mother was back, her body was still weak, healing and trying to get used to be ‘alive’ again. Needless to say, Tahl had been glad to be back, though she had made Obi-Wan promise to wait before he ran to his father to tell him the good news. Her reason for that was simple, she wanted to be sure that nothing went wrong and that her husband was not hurt a second time, should something go awry.

“Mother,” there was a gently smile on the younger vampire’s features, which was returned by a tired one. “I brought dinner,” he said and arranged the motionless Jedi so, that his mostly paralyzed mother could drink from him. 

When he had freshly awoken the hone skinned female, she had not even be able to speak, let alone move a single muscle consciously. It gave the boy hope that one day, the dark haired female with the gold-green striped eyes, would be running around again, laughing and just like he remembered her.

“Well Jedi, before it ends, I would like to thank you for being so cooperative,” his words were mean, though he did not at all care, not for a Jedi. “Also, since both mother and I have feasted from you, I think it is save to welcome you into the family. I am sure grandpa has use for another ghoul somewhere in his estate.” Sadly, the Jedi did not see the mad glint in his blood red eyes, but he was still petrified, that much was clear in the air around him.

Obi-Wan shared a look with his mother. They both agreed, things were finally getting better again.