Hello all! In celebration of it being October 13th AKA the US Navy's B-day (236 years of amazing), I am posting 5 new stories! Because I can. I hope you all enjoy the spamming ;D
This is the famous vamp/were fic I've been going on about in several other stories. I hope everyone enjoys! This is my world of vampires and werewolves btw. I'll follow some basic rules, like vampires not going into the sun and werewolves being sensitive to silver, but I won't follow every single rule to a T because...well there's so many different ways to interpret vamp/were mythology that I'm too lazy to pick one and follow its rules. Lmao
I also said I wouldn't post this till I'd written some more chapters of it, but I lied...but I've got plenty of ideas so no worriesssss haha it just might be slow to update. We'll see.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia
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"Arthur, why do we always have to do this?" Alfred complained, following along behind his guardian as they stalked through the woods. The forest was on the edge of the city, suburbia kept at bay through the force of the supernatural creatures inhabiting the place. He knew werewolves existed, obviously, but Arthur told him there were also vampires and fairies and unicorns and dragons.
The blond wasn't so sure about the unicorns and fairies but if werewolves existed then vampires had to, by all the laws of Hollywood and Spielberg and everything else that mattered. Or made sense.
He kinda hoped dragons were real just so he could try riding one.
Despite being one himself though, Alfred hadn't met any other werewolves besides Arthur. So far at least, but that was probably because he never actually went into the city or out of the smaller male's territory.
Well, he didn't consciously venture out of Arthur's established territory...
Blackness...darkness...twilight...metal?
He fluttered his eyes open and shivered gently from the cold. He rolled over onto his back and felt the unfamiliar rub of carpeting. Arthur's house was all hardwood flooring...
Sitting up, Alfred looked around the place and scrunched his eyes. There was a bright starry sky showing through a broken window, moon a tiny crescent. The curtains were shredded and there was an overwhelming scent of copper inundating the entire room, which had been a...bedroom?
He raised a hand to his hair and paused when it came up to eye-level. There was red all over his fingers. From past experiences he knew there was red all over his naked body, too. Down his throat, over his chest, across his lips, between his teeth, on his tongue...
"No...not again..." He whimpered softly and curled his knees up, shivering again but not from the cold. His bare toes gripped at the carpeting under him, liquid-gloved hands clasping around his naked thighs. He hugged his legs to his chest and felt a thick coating of fluid smear off.
The only thing he wanted to know was something he desperately, desperately didn't want answered. He didn't want to admit that Arthur was right and that he was losing control, not listening to him about keeping calm, ignoring him until it was too late.
But...where was he? And...
Who had he killed?
"Alfred, pay attention!" Arthur's voice pierced through the memories, cutting off a flow of blackouts and bloody, vulnerable, confusing hangovers when he woke up. He got drunk on his blood-lust and went out on killing rampages.
Or something.
He hadn't told Arthur what was happening to him so he'd mostly had to piece it together himself, but that last time he'd ended up in a house in the city and only managed to escape by stealing clothing and skulking around until he'd managed to wander to a place he could smell the forest and make it home.
"Bloody git." Arthur cursed at the young werewolf and threw the rabbit at his charge, watching how the face-full of dead dinner seemed to finally bring Alfred back to earth permanently. He turned back to the simple snare he'd left out last night and reset it, intending to check it later on. For now he might have been hungry, but Alfred needed meat much more. The young male was something else, always hungry, always on edge, always so close to killing something other than animals...
"Man...I'd kill for a good burger again..." Alfred complained as he took a bite of his food, crunching through fur and bone without a second thought. He'd had a problem with it at first, but then the hunger pains had forced him to his knees and he'd felt paws forming where hands should have been.
"Well too bad. You don't have enough control to hold down a job long enough to get money to pay for a burger. Learn how to handle yourself and maybe you can have some precious McDonald's again." Arthur quipped, sitting down and watching the way Alfred tore into his food.
His expression softened, guilt panging in his chest as blood began to dribble past Alfred's lips the way ketchup and barbeque sauce used to, when the rambunctious young man had been human. Arthur could well remember that; he'd spent eight years stalking the beautiful perfection of humanity after all.
Alfred had no idea, of course. That little tidbit was Arthur's shameful secret. All that Alfred knew was that Arthur had saved him from the vampires who had attacked his house a few months ago. Unfortunately for Alfred the vampires had already taken his brother by the time Arthur came to the rescue.
Why that french bastard would go after the timid brother at all was incomprehensible, but neither Alfred nor Arthur could change the fact that Mathew was now a blood-sucking fiend and Alfred was his natural enemy, like a mongoose and a cobra. The first few weeks had been terrible, when Alfred didn't understand what he'd become or what his brother had become and kept insisting on going off to re-unite with his 'baby' brother.
The green eyed blond startled when his stomach suddenly growled, loud and insistent. He flushed deeply and covered his belly with his hands, glaring at Alfred when the young man gave him a crooked, bloody grin.
"Go on Arthur. I know you have other places to catch food. I'll be good with this little snack, promise." He ripped off a leg and gulped it down just to show off the validity of his statement. Arthur grimaced at him but stood up, the gnawing in his gut reminding him that Alfred wasn't the only one with urges and hungers.
"Fine. Head back to our home once you're done though." Alfred gave him a lazy salute with his first two fingers, white fur and red blood decorating his tanned digits.
Once Arthur was gone and Alfred had finished off his rabbit the young werewolf stood up, licking his lips and strutting away through the forest. He was still a little hungry, he always had a bigger appetite than Arthur could account for, but he could ignore it. He liked walking through the forest without Arthur dogging him.
"Mmm...something smells good..." Alfred tilted his head back to inhale, breathing in so deep his chest shuddered. His head snapped to the side and eyes flew open, blue eyes flashing gold, the color of his eyes in his wolf form.
Food...fresh food...much tastier than the rabbit filling his belly.
He began walking towards it, then jogging. Then his vision began to blur and sharpen and something was ripping and claws were sprouting out to give his paws traction and god, he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into something good and warm.
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"Ich liebe dich..." The blond man whispered it against soft skin, arms around a petite waist. He gave a soft sigh and loosened his hold a little, the woman sliding down to her knees as if that were a signal. Strong fingers buried into sweet smelling locks. "Danke."
With that he let go completely and the corpse toppled to the side.
He'd have to call up Ivan to have the corpse disposed of. He didn't like killing innocents like this, but he had to survive somehow and Ivan made it possible through his various connections and operations. He was like a godsend to the vampire community.
A creepy, volatile, aggressive, violent godsend.
"Yes, Ludwig?" The voice over the cell was light and childish, making the blond vampire shudder a little bit internally. For such a big and influential monster of the night, he shouldn't sound so pleasant. He certainly didn't look it in person.
"I've made a kill near the western overpass." Ludwig cut to the chase, knowing Ivan didn't care for smalltalk or bullshit. For someone with countless years ahead of him he was very impatient. Unless he was toying with you; then he could be as patient as a spider waiting for dinner to stumble blindly into the trap. Getting hungrier and hungrier day by day.
"Ah, so careless of you, Ludwig. I'll have to send someone out to get that and then dispose of it." Ivan's voice was lightly admonishing but mostly for show. He didn't care if a stray human or two got eaten. So long as none of the vampires he had under his thumb went on some sort of killing spree then he couldn't be bothered about the odd snack between sanctioned meals.
"My apologies." Ludwig began before the conversation was abruptly cut off by a deep, menacing growl. He turned to the sound slowly, recognizing that it was too savage for a dog and too hair-raising for an average wolf. His blond brows furrowed at the creature he saw, not recognizing it as any of their wolves or even the 'rogues' they suffered to live within the city.
"Ivan...did anyone make a new wolf recently?" The vampire asked calmly, staring into deeply golden eyes. The large wolf was strong and healthy, sleek and well muscled and oddly beautiful with its rich chocolate coat and luminescent golden eyes. The coloring of his fur wasn't very special in itself, but the eyes marked this wolf as unique. Most had blue or green or amber; this wolf had golden eyes like an eagle.
"Not that I am aware." The older vampire sounded intrigued now. He was probably able to hear the increasingly loud snarls over the phone. If the wolf kept it up it'd be easy for a human to hear over the phone, too.
"Well I have a young wolf here that wants to eat my leftovers." Ludwig kept in front of the body as he spoke, eyeing the other preternatural creature warily. He didn't protect the corpse because he wanted it properly disposed of since their idea of proper disposal was to feed corpses to werewolves.
If he kept himself between the wolf and the body then the wolf wouldn't have a chance to grab the dead woman and run off.
"I'll be over there soon. Do not let it get away." The connection cut out after that. Ludwig shut his phone gently, not wanting to provoke the werewolf into attacking just yet. In due time he or Ivan would have to forcibly subdue the beast but for right now he didn't mind keeping it in its place during this stand-off.
The wolf had other ideas.
Only a few seconds after he'd gotten off the phone it coiled and lunged straight for him. Even with experience fighting wolves the speed and strength of the attack surprised Ludwig, his uncanny instincts and recent feeding being the only thing that saved him from having his throat ripped out.
He pushed the wolf off of him and a good few feet away from him, trying to buy time. It landed on its feet, nimble as a cat, and charged at him again.
This time he was expecting the incredible abilities of this were and managed to maneuver to the side, kicking the wolf in its ribs with a force that would punch through car doors. The animal yelped, not having expected pain during an encounter with something that looked human enough to eat.
They faced off again, the wolf's snarling having receded into soft rumbling growls. There was intelligence in its eyes but also the usual glazed madness that comes to wolves experiencing a forced change. The werewolf must be pretty hungry to have gone into a state like this.
His musings were cut short as the wolf ran at him again, feinting like it would leap bodily into the air to go for his throat again. As he raised his arms to defend it ducked down, never leaving the ground and instead biting into his ankle and using the momentum of its own charge to carry his legs out from under him.
Quick as a flash the wolf turned to deliver the killing blow, eyes flashing and teeth bared.
There was a sudden flash of metal and a thunk of collision to bone and fur, quicker than either of the two combatants could really register.
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"Ah, he is gorgeous, da?" Ivan smiled at the werewolf that was snarling and snapping at anything that moved. He was standing in a garage to a house he'd bought specifically for information gathering purposes. The chains holding the wolf to the wall were well used.
"In wolf form, yes." Ludwig responded with a nod. "We haven't seen his human side yet."
"Mm. He'll need some food for us to see that." Ivan began unbuttoning his coat, shrugging out of it and pulling his shirt off next. Ludwig watched him in confusion; he knew Ivan sometimes undressed before torture sessions, not liking to shop for new clothing and not liking the scent of old blood. But why torture the wolf?
Picking up a knife Ivan easily stabbed it into his chest until the handle hit flesh. He ignored Ludwig's mildly panicked outburst and began cutting, pulling the blade around until he could fold the skin and muscle and other such obstacles out of the way. He stared down at his own heart for a moment before he began cutting; severing arteries and veins as if snipping at simple twine.
"Ludwig, help me cut the aorta. It's always annoying to reach that one." Ivan commanded, holding out the bloody knife while his other hand held his chest open.
"J-ja..." Ludwig swallowed a little and did as told, reaching inside of the older vampire's chest and severing the thick connection to his heart. He quickly caught the organ before it fell out and hit the floor, holding the still gently beating flesh in one hand while the blade dangled uselessly in his other hand. He was at a loss for what he should do with either.
Humming, unconcerned for what he'd just done to himself, Ivan picked the thing up out of Ludwig's hand and casually tossed it over to the wolf.
It hit the floor and rolled a couple inches before the werewolf was on it, tearing into it with gusto and swallowing the whole thing in just three large mouthfuls. It licked its lips and shuddered, hair rising up all along its body.
The wolf shuddered gently and then its fur began to change color, lightening from chocolate to caramel then blond then the same silver sheen as Ivan's own hair. The deep golden eyes bled into violet, not losing any of the unearthly luminescence along the way.
Shaking its now silver fur and closing glowing violet eyes, the wolf settled down for just a few moments before the change back to human began.
"Interesting." Ivan murmured, watching as a tanned body emerged from under the silver coat of fur. Hardened muscles turned into lithe limbs, sharp teeth receded into seemingly normal human ones. The ears melted back into blond hair and with a single blink violet turned into blue.
Both vampires only got a glimpse of the sky blue orbs before they rolled back and tanned lids fell down, the wolf passing out in human form right on the floor of the garage. The chains rustled, the collar now looking too large on the more slender human neck.
"Did...did you know he'd change color like that? Or that he'd change back to human?" Ludwig asked, not taking his eyes off of the young man now chained in their garage. He was slightly distressed to see Ivan shrug and give him a creepy, childish smile.
"No, I've never tried this before." With that the large man walked off, intent to get his chest sewn up by one of his vampire underlings. Ludwig could only stare on. He had no idea what to make of this situation. His brows furrowed as he realized he still held the bloody knife, then turned back to the unconscious male on the floor.
"We'll just have to hear the wolf's story when he wakes up."
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