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Red.
That was all he could see at first. The last thing he could remember is his vision going that color then staying that way for awhile. He couldn't remember what happened during the time he saw red, and he was grateful that he couldn't. His vision came back slowly, at a snail's pace, but he was fine with it because the sight that greeted him was not something you would what to see.
There was a body. Not just any body, a dead body, and with a sinking feeling the boy knew he was the one who done it. Upon looking down at the dead body, the boy could tell the man was tall, about a head taller than himself, and probable Russian, judging by the size of the noise. His once lively violet eyes, now dimmed by death that had taken the life the eyes once held. The man's face was frozen with fear; he didn't know what had hit him until it was too late. There was a white scarf wrapped around the man's neck, it being stained red with blood. The body was cold to the touch, saying that the man had been dead for a while and the spilled blood was drying. And on the Russian man's neck, there were two small holes where the deed had been done.
When the boy looked down at his own hands he found blood, fresh, though it was already starting to dry, but it was not his. The blood belonged to the dead man lying on the ground before him. It took all that the boy had to keep himself from licking the drying blood off his pale hands.
"Doesn't it feel so good to claim the life of another?" A voice asked from the shadows, it had a faint German accent to it.
The boy's head came up and started to search the shadows for where the voice had come from. Little things from when he saw red were coming back to him, mostly they were feelings. He found himself nodding to the question. He enjoyed it. He loved the feeling of sinking his sharp canines into the other's flesh. The feeling of the warm blood flowing from the body and down his throat, it felt like he was drinking silk, it felt so smooth. And the feeling that he was ending one life to keep another one going, if one could call it a life.
His eyes kept searching for the source of the voice, finding a pair of glowing red eyes staring intensely at the boy in the middle of the warehouse. The boy was bathed in moonlight that filtered through a window in the warehouse, while the other had taken to the shadows for the time being. The red eyes continued to stare at the boy, watching as the red from his eyes slowly leave them and reveling soft lilac eyes that seemed to glow a little in the light. He watched as the moonlight danced around on the boy's strawberry blond hair. If the owner of the glowing red eyes didn't know better, he would say the boy looked like an angel. He was one before the red eyes corrupted his pure soul and turned him into a creature of the night.
The red eyes came forward into the moonlight with the boy. The boy saw that the other had white hair, pale skin, paler than his, and burning red eyes. He saw that the owner of the red eyes was albino, and a sniff with his more sensitive nose told him that the albino was just like him. Then the man spoke again, "That, young one, was blood lust. Something you do not wish to be in more than once in your long life.
The lilac eyes blinked a bit, there only being a little red lift in them. "…W-Who are you…?" His shyness from when he was human had carried over to his new life. This brought up a new question in his mind, who was he? The blond still couldn't remember much from before the blood lust, as he was told.
He felt…what word could he call it? The first word that came to mind was that he felt attracted to the red eyed male, but not in the loving kind of way. But in the way that he wanted to be close to the other, wanting to please him, and wanted to receive praises for something he had done right.
"I am so glad you asked." The albino said in a hushed voice, as if he spoke louder he would be found. He walked closer to the young creature of the night. "I'm the Most Awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, and you, my young Matthew, before you ask, are now my awesome servant. I have been watching you—"
Matthew…That must be his name. Yes, he remembers now. His name is Matthew Williams. Wait…What did this Gilbert say again? "Y-You've been watching m-me? F-For how long?"
"Yes," Gilbert hissed, eyes flashing and baring his fangs. The boy needed to learn how to hold his tongue. "I have been watching you for a long time. Waiting for you to grow and then I could make my move." He walked towards Matthew some more, the latter not moving from his spot. After seeing how easily the albino got mad, Matthew didn't think it wise to move from where he was standing.
"M-Make your move? Wh-What do you mean b-by that?" Matthew's eyes stayed on Gilbert. If he did anything that Matthew didn't like, then he would bolt. But he didn't think he could out run the albino.
"I had to wait for the right time to turn you, Matthew." A devilish grin stretched across his face. His body was close to Matthew's, their faces only inches apart. "From the first moment I saw you playing at the playground when you were little; I knew I had to make you mine. And now I have."
A/N: I don't know where this came from other than from my sleep deprived brain. I think this is going to be a two shot, just don't feel like posting it all at once, and it might go longer. Idk, there really isn't a plot. So if you have a thought about something that could happen in here, feel free to tell me.
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