Be My Valentine
Jan Valentine x OC (Hope Stacy)
Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself- anonymous
Jan Valentine was conceived in a petri dish. As was Luke his "brother". This was a term that did not quite fit them, for they shared no DNA, no traits, and no genetics. In fact the only thing that related them was the one who mechanically birthed them, and there surname. The word brother was so unfitting, but even so they addressed each other as such.
Luke was designed perfect: perfect looks, perfect, abilities, perfect intelligence, perfect social skills; the perfect vampire. He was born for the soul purpose to be his King's very death.
Jan was a screw-up, an erratum among nosferatu. His appearance was far from impressive, his abilities were flawed, in technical terms he was an idiot, the definition of anti-social; the perfect mistake. He was born for the soul purpose of dying himself.
"Ms. Valentine, are you sure zat you are prepared to raise zem? Zey are inhuman, alive, but inhuman. Do you understand ze responsibilities you must hold to prepare zem for zeir inevitable un-death?"
"Yes," she said, looking at the toddler and infant laying side-by-side in their individual hospital cribs, "I understand and accept the circumstances."
"Vell," the Doctor said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "congratulations Ms. Valentine. Name your children."
She smiled, "Luke and Jan."