Author's note: Oh hey look, another new fic 8D This one is very late for Halloween but I wrote it all in one night at least. I broke it up into 4 chapters. This is just the first one to give you a taste~ Basically, I got this idea from the character Halloween outfits. France was a ghost and England was a vampire and I just worked the story from there :3 And I really don't know what time period this is taking place in...or where exactly orz. Hope you like it anyway!

Chapter 1

Francis knew he was dead almost immediately. His corpse was lying at his feet, the light gone from his eyes, blood pooling around his head where his killer had attacked him. He sighed a little, staring down at his body. It was lying out in the middle of no where on the docks. No one would find him until morning, possibly later.

He looked around to see if anyone was there, so that he could at least try and point them to his body's location. Of course he had been the only one on the docks at that time of night. "Foolish," he mumbled to himself. He moved, well, glided away from the crime scene and down the docks back towards the town.

By chance he saw a blue cape in the distance. Perhaps someone he could try and communicate with? He literally flew towards the person, a man about his height with dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and horribly bushy eyebrows. Instantly, the man drew back and started looking all around.

"Who's there?" he growled.

"Me!" Francis called, but it seemed the man couldn't hear him. He decided to try and reach out, but that only made the man jump.

"Show yourself!"

Francis felt irritated with this man already. "Don't you think I would if I could?" But it was no use. The man could apparently feel him but he couldn't hear or see him.

The man scowled angrily, bearing what looked like…where those fangs? Francis got closer to him and determined that yes, this individual had very sharp teeth. Well, everyone had strange hobbies, he supposed.

"If you decide to stop being a coward, you can search me out in the old mansion on the hill," the man said suddenly and Francis was certain he had seen his eyes flash red. Without anyone else even able to feel his presence, Francis decided he'd just follow the man into the bar. Why a nobleman (he must have been, from the way he was dressed) would enter a seedy bar in town was anyone's guess. Perhaps he knew someone in there?

Francis was slowly getting used to his life as a ghost. For a brief moment, when he glided through the front door, he almost thought he was alive again; That the barman would call out his name and ask if he wanted a drink. Instead, the man took a seat at the bar and began to stare at the other patrons like a hungry wolf.

Francis sat next to him and leaned in close. The man jumped a little, glaring at him and yet not really seeing him. "Did you follow me?" he snarled. Francis decided to answer him by flicking his forehead. He swore under his breath. "Look, whoever you are, just leave me the fuck alone. I'm busy."

Busy. Sure. Francis wanted to roll his eyes. From what he could see, the man was into some strange things and really wasn't in the mood to witness it. So he glided out the front door and waited. An hour passed and that same man came strolling out of the bar with a scantily clad woman who was hanging onto his arm. She had on far too much makeup and her bosom was a few strings short of bouncing right out into view. No wonder the man wanted to take her home.

As Francis glided after them down the dark streets, he noticed the man's hungry stare. He wasn't looking at the woman's breasts, as most men would. He was staring at her neck, licking his lips as though about to bite her. Before either Francis or the woman knew what was happening, the man had launched himself on her, latching his mouth onto her neck. He sunk his teeth in and the woman screamed and it was horrible. Francis could do nothing but watch as this man brutalized this poor, helpless woman. There was blood pouring from her neck and this nobleman was sucking it away, drinking it as though he were a…a vampire.

"Stop! Can't you see she's almost dead?" Francis cried but no one heard him. His voice echoed around the street but only he could hear it. The woman was crying and clinging to the man now, sobbing uncontrollably. Francis saw the light leave her eyes.

"Oh God…" That's when he saw that same woman, now just as transparent as he, standing beside her corpse. She was staring down at it, horrified and frightened. "H-He…"

"I saw," Francis mumbled and she turned to look at him. "I saw what he did."

"He's a monster!" Her eyes were wild in her fear. "Who will tell my sister I am gone? I am all she has!"

"I'm sorry," Francis said. "I, too, am dead. Earlier tonight."

She was able to calm herself down enough to really look at him. "Did you see who did it?"

He shook his head. "He came up from behind. Sliced through the back of my head with something."

"W-What do we do now?" She watched as the man carried her corpse and dumped it into the trash bin.

"Move on, I suppose."

"W-Will you come with me?" She was so scared and hopeful.

Francis shook his head again. "I have business with that man."

"What?" she growled. "But he just—"

"I know. But he's the only one that can sense me. I need his help."

The woman backed away from him. "You're cruel! I hope you never find who killed you!" She disappeared almost instantly and he sighed.

"Making enemies even in the afterlife," he mused. In the aftermath of everything, he had neglected to see where the man, vampire, whatever he was, had went. Francis' only clue was the mansion on the hill. Sure enough, his quarry was in there, wiping his mouth clean of the blood he had just devoured. Francis forced himself to get closer, almost on top of him and the man whirled around.

"I know you're here," he hissed. "Did you watch me kill that girl? Did you see me drain her of her blood?" He was smirking now, proud of himself. Francis wanted to be sick. "What do you want from me?"

Since Francis lacked the ability to show himself, he decided making a loud noise was the next best thing. So he knocked over the lamp on the table. Well, he tried to. All he managed to do was make the light flicker. He glared at his transparent hand, apparently unable to touch solid objects. Yet. He could work on that.

"Still lacking power, hmm?" the man taunted, lounging down on a huge sofa. "You must be newly dead then. Perhaps I should introduce myself since you seem so fixated on me. My name is Arthur Kirkland. And I'm an unnatural creature of the night." His eyes flashed red and even though Francis was dead, he felt chills.