Ah, spring. The best time of the year in Arthur's opinion. Flowers grew in the crevices of rocks, snow melted away leaving light dew on the bright green grass, and Alfred's silhouette shone in the orange setting sun. Spring was just pleasant.
Alfred slowly turned and looked at his lover, locking blue orbs with green ones. A grin was spread across his tired face, and Arthur frowned. Paperwork had taken over Alfred during the winter, and he simply had no time to spend with his British boyfriend. That's another reason why the Briton enjoyed the Spring. It meant more time with his attractive Alfie.
The taller man slowly approached Arthur and stood over him. The Brit could feel Alfred's hot breath on his neck, which sent shivers up and down his slender frame. Then a sharp pain shot through him and his eyes widened. Alfred was…. Biting him?
Alfred hated Spring.
Spring was feeding time for him.
He sat in ultimate bliss as he drank his pale lover's blood until he felt Arthur's body go limp. Every spring this would happen, but his dear Arthur wouldn't remember a thing.
What did I just write?
Prompt: The story takes place during spring.
I've been wanting to write a Fanfiction about Vamp!Alfred for so long but my friends just wanted love.
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