Okay. The Rampage of Len Kagamine is making me mad, so I'll continue that one later. I don't know when I'll finish it, I just know I'll get it done eventually. Until then, have a Hetalia yaoi fic! This one isn't going to be a oneshot either! I brainstormed on this one for a very long time. It's based on the song Acute by Hatsune Miku, Luka Megurine, and Kaito Shion. Featuring Human!England, Vampire!America and Vampire!France. This is all alternate universe. Warning! If you don't like the imagery of blood, gore, violence, horror, sex, or sadism, please don't read. I don't intend to endure flamers, so don't try it. I'll send my Freckled Jesus Marco after you. Understand?
"You smell...so nice..."
The teen gasped as pain pierced into his skin, hot liquid streaming down his bare body. He began panting as he tried to endure it, but it was almost unbearable. He couldn't tolerate but so much...
The low seductive voice chuckled softly as it lingered around Arthur's head, the crimson orbs dancing slowly and gracefully in circles.
"You don't like it when I touch you there...do you?"
A hand caressed Arthur's cheek, causing him to flinch. He received another shot of pain, this time more intensified, and he couldn't help but shout from it. His body suddenly began heating up, and an unusual place began hardening...
"How cute...you're getting big down there..."
Arthur couldn't help but feel a shade of embarrassment glow across his face.
"Shall I sing to you to calm you down? Hmmm?"
The cold hands returned to trace his jawline, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Hmph. I don't know why someone so cute is being so persistent..."
Arthur panted heavily, trying to regain his normal heartbeat.
In the middle of this, the low voice softened and sang:
"I thought we were fine the way we were,
In a night when I had started running away,
the rain rang on the window loudly,
as I was being tormented by regrets..."
The mellow tone was sent like a breeze into his ear, and his eyes fluttered shut.
When he opened them, he awoke in his bright room.
Arthur Kirkland winced as the sunlight blinded him, sending him a brief wake up call.
He sat up slowly in the bed, his sweaty legs clinging to the sheets and damp blond hair matted to his forehead. His face was still flushed, and an odd pain echoed in his chest.
The teen looked around his room. Nothing seemed out of place.
It was the same routine. Every morning. He woke up in this mess. A painful erection, sweaty in every place possible.
He didn't know which was frustrating: Having the sheets practically glued to his legs or never being able to come.
His erection began to twitch back to normal size, his muscles loosening. It was beginning to become unbearable to sit with that area hardening to badly...
With a sigh, he stood up and walked out of his room.
It was the same dream every time. He was beginning to wonder if it was telling him something.
No doubt, it probably was. He hadn't had the dream in a while, and he was going to just brush it off since it wasn't too big of a deal at the time. But it came back last night. With a vengeance.
Arthur trudged into the empty kitchen, his bare feet padding the cold wooden floor as he approached the fridge.
It was cold in the house, mainly because it was hot outside. Even when the heat was on, it was still chilly. He was too lazy to go back upstairs and grab socks. Besides, he was thirsty.
He pulled out a bottle of apple juice from the fridge and sat at the table.
His parents were still asleep. It was too quiet for anyone to be stirring in the house. They were either sleeping or out somewhere.
Arthur sipped the juice, relishing in the silence. It was nice to just sit and rest in the quiet. Doing this was a nice way for him to clear his mind...
"Up so soon?"
The teen flinched at the sudden noise.
He turned sharply to see his mother with her usual warm smile. Her wavy blond hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and her jade eyes shone with serenity.
Arthur sighed with relief when he realized it was his mother.
"You scared me, mum." he whispered.
Mrs. Kirkland chuckled lightly and sat beside her son. "Good morning to you too, Arthur."
She gave him a pat on the head, receiving a shy smile from him. "Your eyes have bags under them...Did you not sleep well last night?"
Arthur looked away. He couldn't stand it when his mother detected such things...she always seemed to know what was bothering him and what made him happy.
"Um...no...I didn't..." he uttered. He couldn't stand lying to his mum, nor his dad. He didn't have more of a choice when it came to his dad. He was dominant and intimidating at times.
"Oh...my poor little Arthur...do you need medication?" Mrs. Kirkland asked, tilting her head a bit.
"No...that's fine." Arthur answered. He didn't intend to make his mother worry over something he could solve on his own.
"Well...hows about we get started with breakfast?"
Arthur winced. He was no good when it came to cooking. He couldn't even make microwavable dinners right.
Mrs. Kirkland stood up and pinched her son's left cheek. "Come on, you can do it." she laughed, "I can't believe you aren't confident in yourself..."
She pulled Arthur up to the counter, then began pulling out some things.
"I want to get this done before your father wakes up, okay?" she chirped, flicking him on the nose.
Arthur flinched and nodded, picking up the spoon.
It didn't go as bad as he thought, but that was only because he was in charge of stirring while his mum sprinkled seasonings in it. He also got to cook it over the stove, though Mrs. Kirkland watched over him closely.
When all the cooking was finished, they were setting the table when Mr. Kirkland entered the kitchen.
"Good morning dear," Mrs. Kirkland sighed.
"Morning, dad, " Arthur muttered.
Mr. Kirkland gave his wife a peck on the cheek and ruffled his son's hair.
"Morning, everyone." he said in his deep, velvety voice. His British accent was much more posh and robust than his wife's gentle and smooth one.
Arthur was lucky he had most of his mum's traits: Golden hair, emerald eyes, pale skin and average frame.
The family sat at the table and began eating and talking amongst each other.
"So...they won't make you work any shifts today, will they?" Mrs. Kirkland asked.
"No...not unless another victim comes around...It's really bothering me..." Mr. Kirkland answered before taking a sip of juice.
"Victims...? How many were there last time?" Mrs. Kirkland mumbled.
Arthur stared down at his plate. More victims. The high number of deaths was the main reason why his father was constantly having to go with the rest of the Police Department these days. From what his dad said, when someone had been killed, they had been discovered without a single drop of blood, and the only remains of it was stained on their clothes or left to dry on their neck. Their bodies were a dull gray color.
The only sign that anything had harmed them were two pink pin-pricks left in their throats.
It scared Arthur a bit. He didn't like blood, at all. It was safe to say that he even had a fear of blood. It just...made him sick...
"Arthur? You haven't touched your food..."
The teen looked up at his father, snapping out of his thoughts.
"Um...I'm alright,"
Mr. Kirkland sighed and muttered, "Look, be careful when you're going to school, alright? Don't go into any dark streets and do not follow people anywhere. I can't lose you to whatever the hell is killing those people...you nor your mother...I love you both very much."
Arthur nodded slowly. "Okay...you can trust me..." he whispered.
With a smile, Mr. Kirkland pat his son on the head and chuckled, "One of these days, we'll kill those things. I don't know what they are, but we'll kill them..."
Arthur looked down once more.
He wasn't sure about his father putting his life on the line like this...he didn't even know what the attackers were.
He had a strange thought that perhaps they were...
Vampires?
Arthur stifled a scoff and dug into his food.
Vampires...how ridiculous...
As our feelings swing in this cold room,
my sharply gouging spearhead becomes soaked.
In the brief moment when we flare up like fireworks,
We scorch each other, and then lick each other's burns
"I thought we were fine the way we were,
In a night when I had started running away,
the rain rang on the window loudly,
as I was being tormented by regrets..."
"Arthur, what are you humming?" Mrs. Kirkland asked, peeping at her son from the mirror as she drove down the wet road, rain drumming against the windows.
Arthur perked up and answered, "Oh, nothing. I was..." His voice trailed off.
Dammit, Arthur, stop getting your words mixed up! He thought hastily. He always scolded himself when he messed something up.
"Oi, Artie, you gotta getcha head outta the clouds. S'not healthy for a kid to daydream like you do..." Mr. Kirkland laughed, "What's been on your mind, pup?"
Arthur forced himself to stare out the window, watching the raindrops trickle down the glass. He didn't like it when his parents badgered him about this stuff...
Still...it was odd to have such a song stuck in his head. He wasn't even sure if such a song existed. Maybe only in his head, but not anyone else. Surely not.
That voice...who was that? And why did he feel sexual tension in his sleep? What did this mean...?
"It's a bit dangerous riding in this weather..." Mr. Kirkland sighed as he sat at the driver's side, "But it'll be worth it. I just felt like riding with my family..."
A phone suddenly rang. It wasn't Arthur, he knew that.
Mrs. Kirkland slipped Mr. Kirkland's phone out of his pocket and answered it.
"Hello?"
There was a long pause. It was quiet enough for Arthur to hear a masculine voice. He didn't know what was being said, but from the urgent tone, it sounded serious.
"He's right here," she said, holding the phone up to Mr. Kirkland's ear.
"Yes?" he answered.
There was an even longer pause, this time the voice seemed to talk faster.
"Six!? Six people!? In one go!?" Mr. Kirkland shouted.
Arthur flinched from the outburst. Had six people been killed by this unknown thing?
"Give me fifteen minutes. I'm almost there." With that, he hung up swiftly.
"Is everything alright?" Arthur gasped.
"Boy, listen to me. I need you to take care of your mother until I get back." Mr. Kirkland grunted, then nodded toward Mrs. Kirkland and said, "I need you to drive home as fast as you can, and don't stop for anything! Get our boy home safely."
She nodded, her face pale.
As soon as they pulled up to the Police Department, Mr. Kirkland gave his wife a kiss, and before hopping out of the car, he turned to Arthur and said, "Please...for God's sake, don't die."
After that, he bolted into the building.
Mrs. Kirkland rammed her foot onto the gas and they rocketed down the slippery road, water hissing from the sides of the car as the tires rolled against the wet asphalt.
"Artie...listen to me..." she said urgently, "If we make it home, we'll get some hot cocoa, and watch tv to get our minds off everything. Would you like that?"
Arthur nodded stiffly. He knew his mother was trying her best to calm her son down, but even his heart was beating in his ears. He just hoped they made it home alive.
Mrs. Kirkland kept her hands on the steering wheel, not letting up for a minute as the speedometer reached the 40s.
"Mum...aren't you driving a bit dangerous?" Arthur uttered.
"I'm trying to get us home, son. Those things could be anywhere..." Mrs. Kirkland whispered, making a sharp turn as she barely missed a nearby car.
"Mum, it's raining, the roads are wet! If you don't slow down a little, you'll wreck!"
"I'm trying my hardest to get you home, Arthur!"
"Mum-!"
"STAY QUIET UNTIL I GET US HOME!"
Arthur gasped as his mother shrieked at him, her jade eyes sharp as she snapped her neck at him.
Just as she turned around, a large figure was seen in the middle of the road.
Arthur had no idea what it was...
But it was charging right after the car.
"MUM, LOOK OU-!"
Before he could finish, his mother tugged the steering wheel to the left in an attempt to dodge the figure and keep driving.
Whatever was in front of them was too fast to miss, and it shifted before them.
Arthur caught the glimpse of a red glow.
After that, there was a crash, followed by a sickening crunch, darkness and pain surrounding him all at once.
"STOP HIM! DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!"
There was a symphony of frantic shouts and screams all through the woods as the policemen searched for the unknown enemies.
Mr. Kirkland panted as he skidded to a stop, pausing to help his comrade, who had an infectious wound in his arm.
"At this point..." he hissed,"We'll all be dead...!"
Six other men had been killed before the phone call he had received, six of the most elite policemen, and they were gone. It was a gruesome scene: Most of the bodies had many limbs missing, and their faces were a dull gray color, frozen in the horror of an unfinished scream for mercy.
Blood was everywhere. It stained the their clothes, spread all over the ground, but not a drop was found in their system.
What the hell were these things!?
"Kirkland! Over- GAGH!"
The sound of a bloodcurdling scream brought him back to his senses.
At that moment, his comrade was swept from his arms, and a horrible crushing sound was heard.
Mr. Kirkland looked up, and to his horror...
He was staring straight into the eyes of the killer.
Surprisingly, it looked like a human.
But from its face...
It was far from being one.
The creature had the most beautiful features, square chin, smooth vanilla skin, and long silver hair, as it stared down at his next target,holding the empty body in his arms.
Blood trickled down his chin.
His crimson eyes burned brightly.
"N...no way..." gasped one of the policemen.
So...this must be our target. He thought to himself, attempting to force himself to stop trembling.
Such things shouldn't exist...! It's a myth...! Vampires!?
The man smiled deviously, dropping the body, and letting it fall to the ground in a heap.
He slithered down to meet eyes with the man.
"You smell nice..." he laughed.
Move, dammit, move! Screamed a voice in his head.
His body disobeyed him. It was as if every muscle, every limb, had become ice.
If he didn't move, he would die.
He grit his teeth together and forced his body into action, spinning on his heels to run.
"RUN! FALL BACK!" he screamed as he bolted from the vampire, pushing bushes out of his way as twigs shot by his face, leaving welts as they scratched past him.
Arthur...darling...he thought, Have faith...I'm coming!
Just as he reached the clearing in the woods, a white flash shot in front of him, causing his heart to jolt like never before as he stopped dead in his tracks.
A wide grin and flaming crimson eyes greeted him, blood covering his face.
It was obvious that he had killed others on his way to kill this man.
But how...in such a short amount of time!
"Don't think you can get away..."
Mr. Kirkland was suddenly clenched up by the vampire, his head forced back with strong hands to reveal his throat.
He couldn't defy the creature's strength in any way possible. He was way too strong.
As the ivory fangs drew closer and closer to his flesh, images of his beloved son and wife ran through his head, as if he were seeing a film role of his entire life in a matter of seconds.
Arthur...
Darling...
I love you...
In no time at all, his throat was pierced open.
The first thing Arthur felt was the pain. Next was the cold liquid soaking him. He was cold, and sopping wet, not to mention in the most awful amount of pain unimaginable.
He slowly moved an arm, a groan escaping him as he felt something split open and pour from his body.
He was in even more pain than before.
An uncontrollable sob escaped him.
It was so painful. He could feel cuts in his back and arms.
Where was mum? Was she alright?
Arthur managed to turn, though it was troublesome, to see where he was laying.
The rain sprayed his body, and he could see it hit the asphalt as it fell.
He couldn't even see the car. Had he been thrown out by the force of the crash?
Arthur winced as he attempted to move from where he lay. It hurt like hell, but he had to find his mum.
He stood up wearily, dizziness overtaking him for a spell.
Slowly, very slowly, he took a step. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, but it still hurt.
He trudged to the side of the road to find the car totaled and flipped over on its side.
Fear beat in his chest. Was his mum still in there!?
"Mum...!? Mum, can you hear me? Mum...!" he whimpered, stumbling over to the car.
When he made it to the damaged automobile, the sight before him wasn't at all what he expected.
It was much worse.
His mother's golden ringlets were an ugly orange color, dyed from the blood that spewed from her open skull, and her face wasn't visible. Her body was a mangled mess. Blood covered her once beautiful dress as she lay limp on the ground. Her leg was turned at an impossible angle, as were her arms.
No doubt, she was dead.
Arthur stared for a long time. Everything began falling apart inside him as the blood drenched dress became soggy in the rain. His eyes stung with tears as his chest dropped almost drastically. His mother, the woman who had the most gentle smile, the most delicate hands, the most beautiful voice, was gone. Her wonderful hair was a tangled mess, her blood-soaked dress was in tatters, and the only thing he could see of her was her pale cheek. He couldn't see those glittering jade eyes that were once filled with life.
He opened his mouth slowly, and a raspy, sickening scream raged from his throat.
He fell to his knees, unable to feel the pain of the asphalt scraping his legs as he grabbed handfuls of his hair, tears streaming down his bruised cheeks.
No...this isn't happening! I can't believe Mum's dead...! How could this happen!?
Thoughts began ramming into Arthur's head as he rocked back and forth in the rain, crying almost pitifully and slobbering all over himself.
"Mum...please...speak to me...!" he wailed, crawling to her body and hugging her close.
"Ar...hur..."
Arthur paused. Was she...speaking?
He looked down to see her eyes flutter open.
"Mum..!? Mum, I can get you out of here! Let me call dad...!" he gasped, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
"No...please...I can feel myself sinking by the minute..." she whispered, holding her son's hand softly.
Arthur couldn't hold back the small sob coming from the back of his throat. He couldn't bear the fact that this warmth would leave him in a matter of seconds. He wanted to save her! And she wouldn't let him!
"Mum...please..."
"It's okay, love...I can-!"
She was suddenly cut off by an unknown being snatching her from the teen's arms.
"MOM!" he shouted, reaching for her.
She had disappeared so quickly, he didn't have any time to grab for her.
Could it have been that...they too would become "victims?"
Arthur's chest began to beat into his ears painfully as he spun around in search for his mother, frantically calling her name.
He couldn't find her. Panic began rising in his stomach, creating a dull pain in the pit of his abdomen.
He suddenly heard a bone-chilling scream, only to be cut off by the gruesome sound of something being torn.
THUD
Arthur flinched at the noise.
His body begged him not to turn around. Several nerves were sent through his body to keep his head turned from the sight he would see.
Please don't let it be mum... Begged a voice in his mind.
His mind defied him as he slowly turned to see what had fallen from no where.
He froze almost completely.
His mother lay on the ground, her neck split open to reveal her insides.
Inside her throat was revealed to be nothing but a dull brown color, a sign that she was dry of blood.
As If it wasn't bad enough, that wasn't the worst part.
Her eyes were dark and empty, both nothing more than hollow spheres as she lay motionless, her mouth hung open.
Arthur was speechless. Shocked was a better word. But it wasn't good enough.
He couldn't tear his eyes from the sight. It was so...unreal...
He could feel himself hyperventilating as the horrifying image rang through his head, burning into his emerald irises, as he stared at his surely lifeless mother.
She was really gone this time.
He fell over on his side, eyes widened in fear and grief ,wrapping his arms around his own shoulders as he sat frozen in the rain. He squeezed his eyes shut and curled into a ball.
Tears wouldn't come this time. He could only look at the woman who had given him life, her own life swept from her body.
Just then, cold hands touched his face.
"Shh, shh, that's enough..."
Arthur opened his eyes, just now realizing that he had ceased making some kind of noise. Had someone heard it? He must have been so traumatized that he didn't hear himself anymore.
He sat up to see who was comforting him.
Fear struck through his chest.
A rather ruffled man sat there, long strands of silver hair clinging to his cheeks as he smiled a wide grin, strings of blood connecting his lips as they parted to reveal ivory fangs.
As if it wasn't fearful enough, his eyes rang with a bright crimson color.
Arthur let out a hoarse scream, scrambling away from the monstrous creature and into a tree, panting frantically as he looked up in horror.
The man snarled playfully, approaching the frightened teen as he licked the blood from his face.
"It's alright...it'll be quick and painful..." he sighed.
Arthur could feel his heart pound into his chest repeatedly, he lost all control of his breathing.
I don't wanna die, he thought.
Not like this!
The man slid beside the teen, smirking as he took a long whiff of him.
"You smell so nice..." he whispered, running his hands through Arthur's hair.
His hands were so cold, Arthur could feel it in his scalp. It caused him to flinch slightly.
"Your mother was delicious...but you...you smell delightful..."
Arthur could feel his whole body trembling. There was nothing he could do to stop. He wasn't ready to die. He was certain it would happen. He'd end up like his mother...neck broken...throat split open...golden hair dyed an ugly orange color...just like her.
A gasp escaped him as the cold hands trailed to his soaked clothing, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
"Hmm...I suppose before I kill you...I'll ravish you."
The Brit suddenly felt his chest heave. Ravish? As in...sex?
Did this mean he would be raped before he was killed?
"Huh...?" he whimpered, sliding against the tree, as if doing this would keep him further away from this man.
"R...ravish?"
The vampire pulled Arthur close to him, pulling his shirt down to expose his damp shoulder.
"Of course...ravish you...then feed on you...and ravish you again...no one will see..."
Arthur felt chest pains echo through his body as he felt icy lips trail down his shoulder. He was frozen stiff. Nothing could make him move. It would be impossible. Besides, this creature had a very strong grip on him.
"Your blood...even though I haven't tasted it...it's the best I've smelled so far...!" the vampire gasped, yanking Arthur's zipper.
"Please don't-!" Arthur pleaded.
How could this...monster...do something like this in front of his dead mother? How? So cruel...
The vampire slid his tongue along the teen's throat, shivering hungrily and hissing, "I'll ravish you as many times as I want...even if you beg for mercy or fight me...!"
Tears streamed down Arthur's face as the vampire slipped his hands into his shirt, fondling his nipples with one hand and slithering his other hand into the back of his pants.
"Ah..! No...stop...!" he sobbed.
Will it all end like this? Arthur thought as he shut his eyes tightly. He didn't want to see this. It was bad enough to feel it.
His head was suddenly pulled back, revealing his tender throat.
The vampire kissed Arthur's neck with cold lips, laughing haughtily as he lowered his mouth over the human flesh.
"Time to drink from you..." he muttered.
"No...!"
Arthur opened his eyes for a split second, and in that moment, he saw the same red flash he had seen before the crash.
"Oh God..." he gasped.
Vampire...vampires...are real...
Crimson eyes flared furiously as his ivory fangs protruded from his gums.
This is it...
This is how I die...
**CRACK**
Arthur opened his eyes. He had surely heard the sound of a neck being snapped. But...he felt no pain..
Could it be...?
As soon as he realized what had happened, the vampire collapsed on top of him, a hot fluid spilling all over his clothes.
He looked down to see it was blood. Disgust and discomfort blanketed him as he squirmed from under the body.
The corpse's head was turned at an angle he had never seen.
Had someone saved him?
Who was it?
"Are you alright?"
Arthur looked looked up slowly...
A man stood before him, his sandy blond hair drenched from the rain as he stared down at him with transparent blue eyes. A pair of glasses, dripping with water, sat on the bridge of his nose.
The Brit remained still. He didn't budge. He had no idea what to do. His mother was dead, and this man appeared to have killed this vampire. But how?
The mysterious person knelt by Arthur's side and asked, "He didn't drink from you, did he?"
Arthur noticed the man's face. He was...to say the least, he was beautiful. It wasn't easy to describe...he just had the perfect shaped chin...a nice combination of square and round...and his eyes were so...calm.
Arthur shook his head slowly.
The man smiled and said, "Come on. I have to get you out of here. Okay?"
The teen looked back at his mum as she lay lifeless in the rain.
There was nothing he could do for her now...
Arthur looked down at his lap, staring at the cuts on his knees and thighs.
"Hey..."
The man put his hand on Arthur's shoulder and lifted his chin up with his thumb to face him.
He smiled again and whispered, "Listen...it'll be alright...I'll help you...okay?"
Arthur blinked. How could he leave when his mother was dead? She was the only people that were family. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't. On top of losing his mother, he had gotten molested by a vampire.
But this man saved him. Saved him from death.
Everything...was just so unreal right now.
He slowly took the man's hand, and mumbled hoarsely, "Fine..."
With that said, he was led away from the gruesome sight. The policemen would be there soon.
Hopefully his dad would be fine...
How would he tell him the bad news, though?
Buzz
Buzz
Arthur flinched as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He paused and pulled it out to answer.
"Hello?"
"Is this Arthur Kirkland?"
For a minute he thought it was his father, but this voice was much calmer. He had never heard this voice before, but he blankly answered, "Yes. This is he."
"I'm calling to inform you of some news sent from the Police Department."
Arthur gasped. News from the Police Department? Was it about his father?
He hoped it wasn't anything bad...
Please...don't tell me it's about dad... he thought, clenching the phone tight in his hand.
"Son...your father was found in the middle of the forest, along with several other bodies. He didn't have a pulse, nor did he have blood. He was dead before we got to save him."
Arthur suddenly felt numb. Everything around him seemed to shift to the side, his head spinning violently. He could no longer hear, no longer speak. He was completely mute as the words rang in his head.
Not only is my mother dead...but my father's dead too...?
The world around him became quiet and dark as the phone slipped from his hand.
The man gasped as the phone hit the ground, pieces bouncing from the device before it cracked against the asphalt.
In an instant, the only thing Arthur could see was black nothingness as collapsed.
Any kind of noise sounded as if it were underwater, and everything he saw was nothing more than a mush of colors.
He could depict someone huddling over him, shouting his name.
That was the last thing he heard before his eyes fell shut.
"I thought we were fine the way we were,
In a night when I had started running away,
the rain rang on the window loudly,
as I was being tormented by regrets..."
Something like "I want you to have eyes for only me,"
There's no possible way for me to just say it out loud
At the conclusion of this twisted love,
What can you see?
Arthur woke with a start, jolting from where he lay with a gasp.
He panted heavily as he caught his breath.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. It's alright."
The frightened teen paused and turned to see those azure eyes shimmering so calmly.
Why was he with this man?
His mind was blank. He couldn't remember what had happened for a minute...
Suddenly the images flew through his head:
Mum.
Dad.
Blood.
The totaled car.
The ugly orange hair.
Those crimson eyes.
The vampire...
Arthur clenched handfuls of his hair as he groaned, tears immediately spilling from his eyes and down his cheeks as he hyperventilated.
"Oh...Oh God...! Oh my God! Mom...! Dad..! No..! Why!?" he wailed, trembling violently and rocking back and forth
"Shhh, shhh...come here..." whispered the man as he pulled Arthur into his arms.
Arthur buried his face into his provider's chest, sobbing uncontrollably and crying for his parents nonstop.
Everything had come onto him the minute he regained consciousness. It would have been better off if he'd have stayed asleep.
"I want them back...! I want them back!" he bellowed, clenching handfuls of the man's shirt and shaking.
"I know...I know..." the older one whispered, stroking his head tenderly.
Arthur clung to him and cried as hard as he could, his shoulders trembling as the man whispered to him in a comforting voice.
He didn't remember finishing his tearful fit. Perhaps he had cried himself back to sleep. When he finally resurfaced to consciousness once again, the room was darker.
His head hurt like hell, and his swollen eyes stung. His nose felt hot, as did his cheeks.
How long was I asleep?
He could feel something in his hand.
Arthur turned slowly. His neck felt so stiff...
He turned to see someone else holding his hand. It was pale, their knuckles white.
He could hear something. Something like whispering. It seemed...frantic.
He looked up to see the same man, his head bent over.
Has this man been here this whole time? He thought, blinking a few times.
He suddenly froze, and stared straight at Arthur.
Arthur's heart skipped a beat as his met the older man's. It was...odd.
He suddenly smiled at the teen and said, "I thought you'd never wake up."
Arthur was silent. He didn't know what to say. Had he really been asleep that long?
"So...my name's Alfred."
The Brit bit his lip. Alfred...? It wasn't much of a common name, but it sounded pretty good to him.
Alfred sat on the bed beside Arthur and asked, "Is everything alright? I patched you up and everything. I hope I didn't do anything wrong..."
Arthur looked down at the bandages on his arms. He could feel something sticking to his back and band-aids on his kneecaps.
"Oh...thank you..." he whispered.
He realized how weak and cracked his voice sounded. He felt so pitiful.
"You cried so much...you passed out when I was trying to get you out of the rain, and you passed out again when you started crying. All that blood you had lost, plus all that stress and fear...you passed out from all of it. Not to mention you had a concussion."
Arthur stared at the sheets. To think all of that grief, fear and pain could overwhelm him to the point of passing out...
"It'll be okay."
Alfred held the teen's hand in his, and said, "Everything will be fine."
He wasn't sure if he would believe him or not...but if this guy was willing to take care of him...it wouldn't hurt to at least trust him.
Besides, where would he go? He had no other known relatives, and it wouldn't be fun living alone. If he were alone, he would have horrible thoughts of killing himself...
Arthur wrapped his arms around his torso, closing his eyes. He wished his parents were still alive...
"Can you tell me your name?" Alfred asked.
The teen looked up and whispered, "Arthur...Kirkland..."
"Ah. Well, Arthur..." he said, "I'm going to look over you. That is, unless you already know where you wanna stay."
Arthur bit his lip. What would happen if he stayed with Alfred? Would it be good? Bad?
For some reason, he was getting an odd vibe. But it wasn't negative. That didn't mean it was positive, though. It was just...odd.
But his presence was comforting.
Arthur sighed and uttered, "I don't have anywhere else to go...so I don't have a choice."
Alfred smiled and held Arthur close. "Alright...I promise I won't let anything happen to you. Okay?"
The teen could only stare back at the older man. He wasn't sure if he was going to rely on him for that...only time would tell.
"Let's get you something to eat..."
Arthur nodded, and followed him out of the room.
An unusual verse, the one from his dreams, came to him all of a sudden:
Something like "I want you to have eyes for only me,"
There's no possible way for me to just say it out loud
At the conclusion of this twisted love,
What can you see?
As darkness deepens, my desire becomes unleashed.
I want you to answer me now...
(A feeling that will never reach...)
Arthur shook his head and departed silently.
"A feeling that will never reach..." he muttered to himself.
"What does that mean?"
ACUTE, ch.1/End...
SO...I wonder how long it'll take before this gets screwed up. I wonder...Anyway, reviews please. I need time to write the Len Kagamine one.
