You’d never expected to be ‘adopted’ by a pair of vampires.

You were a dog hybrid yourself, with floppy puppy ears and a tail that could wag a hundred miles a minute. Price and Nikolai had taken a liking to you, seeing you as something small and gentle that needed to be protected– no matter that you were a trained, seasoned operative. You didn’t have supernatural strength like they did, or eyes that allowed you to see in the dark, or enhanced speed. You were still part human, and to them, that made you vulnerable.

You were also an age regressor. You didn’t have much gear, since there wasn’t much room on a military base for personal affects, but you did have a pacifier and some plushies. Currently, you’re snuggled up in Price’s large bed in his quarters, awaiting he and Nikolai’s return.

It’s early in the morning when you hear the near-silent whisper of movement at the door. Nikolai enters first, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. He and Price have been out most of the night feeding, sating their hunger.

You immediately sit up and make grabby hands for him, givng an excited yip. The Russian gives a low chuckle, moving to scoop you into his arms and press his forehead to yours. “Ah, malysh. You have been waiting for us, da?” Price is next, sidling up beside you both and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. “Jus’ a liddle thing this morn', eh? Been waiting for your papa and otetz to come back?”