Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
-William Shakespeare.
December 12, 2011. Canada.
Fluttering to the ground steadily, the snow had already covered the ground in a thick layer of snow. What was worse- the power and chill of the wind invaded one to the core almost instantly; the temperature was that much colder due to the lateness of the day. Looking to the sky, you wouldn't know the moon had peeked due to the thick, snow heavy clouds.
The form of a young boy staggered down a deserted street, breathing raggedly as he clutched his torn clothes together and closer to his body as his hair blinded him by whipping across his face. His face was dirty; his hair wet from the snow, tangled and unkempt- the boy looked as though he were one of the streets. Deserted, the ten year old boy was left to wander the street and try to fend for himself.
A wet cough sent the boy doubling over, falling over to clutch at the side of a nearby building to remain standing. Taking in wheezing breaths of air that felt like needles in his lungs, he leaned his back against the building and closed his eyes. He felt worn out, tired, and light headed; he was ready to fall to the ground at any moment. The familiar, stinging feeling behind his eyelids indicated to him that tears were on the way and there was no avoiding them. He was so scared - he had no idea what to do. He couldn't breathe, he could barely move, and his hands were frozen. It only added to the fact the nights were growing colder and he was unprepared for it. With very little clothes, he was left with only a meagre, torn jacket to wear, thin slacks, and ripped shoes. The boy needed to find shelter, heat, and food - fast.
Reluctantly he opened his eyes to find a tall man standing before him. If he had the energy he would have screamed, but instead he just stared up at him with watery eyes. The man had a head of golden hair, darkened by the low number of streetlights. His eyes were vibrant in the dim light, a piercing, ice blue behind thin framed glasses that studied him with a wicked and curious look. His hands were in the pockets of a black trench coat, and Matthew could see a black shirt exposed beneath it. Glinting silver dog tags were around his neck and he wore form fitting jeans that hugged long, muscular thighs.
The man cocked his head and peered down at the young boy, taking in his appearance, listening to his shuddering breaths.
"You okay, little one?"
The boy just nodded his head timidly, pressing against the wall and watching the newcomer through scared, misty eyes.
"What's your name?"
Matthew shook his head quickly, but regretted it as pain bloomed behind his eyes. He reached up and placed a hand on the side of his head, squinting up at the stranger.
The man smiled at him, white teeth bared in a manner that might have scared some people. His chuckle was deep and invasive - it sent shivers down the young boy's spine. And yet, he didn't run away. He may have had slight fear in his eyes and a thin veneer of bravado, but Alfred could both see and feel a sense of trust emanating from the child.
"No need to be afraid...My name is Alfred Jones," he said with flourish, bowing slightly and winking. "Now I do believe it's your turn."
The boy just crossed his arms, rubbing them with his hands as he whispered, "Matthew Williams."
"Where are your parents, Matthew?"
This made Matthew look down and away for a moment, visibly shaking. The wind blew harder, almost pushing Alfred back from the sheer power of it. Alfred saw the moment the boy forced his feelings away and looked back up at him, his eyes full of tears.
"Don't have any a-anymore."
His admission made Alfred pause, the light of concern breaking through his dark, calm veneer. Crouching down, he looked at the boy and placed a warm hand on his shoulder. Alfred could feel him shaking- from fear, cold, or sickness, he couldn't pinpoint the major cause. He drew his hand up and over the boy's face slowly, brushing the stray curls away so he could see his face.
"You're sick, Matthew."
"I-I'm fine!" he whimpered hoarsely.
The wind roared in his ears, and the temperature dropped even more, making Alfred look around in confusion, then back to Matthew. The boy was extremely sick, and he had a feeling he wouldn't survive the night. As he brushed back his soft yet knotted golden hair a bit more, he looked into the boy's striking violet-blue eyes and felt a strong pang in his chest. There was something about the young boy that made Alfred feel a blooming sensation of connection towards him- almost a brotherly, guardian type connection that made him want to care for the child, to protect him and nurse him back to health.
Not knowing if his decision was from selfishness, or from his urge to play the hero, Alfred opened his jacket and collected the boy against him. Of course Matthew was confused and tried to struggle, not knowing what Alfred wanted as he was held inside the coat. Alfred looked at him, eyes as warm as a summer's sky, and held his gaze as he whispered, "don't fight me." Immediately the boy lost all fight to him, lying against the man as his small hands grabbed his jacket, whimpering softly. Alfred hugged the child closer, rubbing his arms and back with one hand in attempt to warm him. Feeling this, Matthew huddled close, the desire for heat winning over his fear.
The boy felt so warm to Alfred, his sweet scent infusing his senses, making him lightheaded as the small heart beat feebly. Alfred pressed his face against Matthew's neck, kissing the base softly before whispering to him.
"I'll take care of you, Mattie. Don't worry...you will feel much better...Don't be afraid, okay?" His voice was coloured with gentleness, something that he had not done in centuries.
He opened his mouth and let his fangs sink deep into the tender skin, allowing the fresh rush of blood to flow into his mouth. Matthew cried out weakly, his grip tightening on Alfred's coat but nothing more as the vampire fed from him. One hand supported the boy's back while his other went to hold behind his thighs as he lifted the boy in the air, holding him against his chest. He moved Matthew's legs to circle his waist so he could hold him easier and re-wrap the coat around them.
Alfred felt his mind explode from the taste- never before had he tasted anything so potent in his life. His creator's flavour was powerful, yes, but that was only because he was an ancient. This boy...there was something about him. A soft, sweet taste that was borne of innocence, kindness, and consideration. But even so, beneath his intoxicating, personal flavour, Alfred detected something that made him worry for Matthew's well being.
Before he lost himself, Alfred drew away, looking over and seeing the boy's head fall to his shoulder weakly, his breathing even worse than before. In haste, he elongated one of his nails and drew a line on his own neck, deep enough for blood to flow easily.
Pressing Matthew's head so his mouth was against the wound he whispered to him. "Drink, Mattie. You'll feel a lot better, trust me. Please...do it."
No response.
Alfred could still feel him breathing as he rubbed his back, so he tried coaxing him even more with a soft, melodic voice. "Mattie...drink. Please. I wouldn't have done this if it wouldn't have helped."
After a few more stuttering heartbeats, he could feel the boy's mouth open slowly and cover the wound, allowing the liquid to flow over his tongue and down his throat. One swallow...then another.
"That's a good boy. Keep going."
And he did. Matthew swallowed the crimson fluid, and after a few more gulps he started to suck on the wound for more. Alfred could feel the tension return to his body- slowly becoming stronger. The breaths he took between swallows became firmer and harsh, not as weak as it once was.
"Th-that's enough, Mattie," Alfred said, pulling the boy away from his neck with a groan. On Matthew's lips was a smear of red, which made Alfred chuckle inwardly and wonder what his neck looked like. Trying to make his laugh quiet, Alfred wiped off the excess blood while looking over his face. The colour had returned, and his violet eyes shone brightly; the whites of his eyes clear and not so milky as before.
"Feel better?"
"Yes! I feel a lot better, Alfred, thank you! Wh-what did you do to me?"
Alfred stared into Matthew's eyes, and without blinking he told him, "you will not remember what just happened. You were cold and weak, and I tried to warm you up. The heat of my body made you feel better." Alfred wiped at his neck, cleaning off the dried blood on his unmarked neck.
Blinking slowly, Matthew's face suddenly cleared and he smiled shyly at the man, nuzzling his face into his neck.
"Thank you, Al... I feel so much better now, all nice and warm. I-I thought I was going to die."
As the vampire started to walk, adjusting his coat around the boy once more, he looked around and noticed that the snow drifted to the ground slowly, and almost felt as though it warmed up a few degrees. Smiling to himself, he continued on until he found the building he was looking for. Matthew was light in his arms, as though he were a newborn kitten, curling up against his chest and seeking comfort. Alfred cradled the back of his head with one hand pressed his cheek against the top of his head.
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see."
Alfred knew he had to find a suitable caregiver for the boy, and there was only one man that came to mind. As he walked, deep in the back of his mind he wondered why exactly he was doing this. Why try and find shelter for small, sickly young human? The thought of Matthew lying dead on the streets was enough for him to make up his mind, however.
At the very end of a dead end street, a tall house stood alone among the trees, the lights still shining brightly through the curtains on the main floor. Alfred glided over to the door, knocking loud and hard before kissing Matthew on the cheek once.
"You're going to be okay."
"What do you mean-"
"Hello? Can I help you?"
The door opened a bit, revealing a young man with longer blond hair and a small tuft of stubble on his chin. Alfred looked to him with concern in his eyes and revealed more of Matthew from beneath his coat.
"I found this child by your home! May I come in?"
The man's light blue eyes widened and he opened the door in haste, motioning for them to enter.
"Yes! Please, come in! I was just reading by the fireplace so please, put him over there!"
Alfred stepped through the door way and stalked to the indicated spot. He moved to place Matthew before the fire, but found himself unable to let go of the boy. His chest felt like it was constricting from the thought of separating himself from Matthew; so instead, he sat in front of the fire and opened his coat. Moving Matthew around, he sat the boy in his lap, facing the fire as Alfred removed his coat and hugged him close. The room they were in was an opulent one, blatantly indicating that this man was one of money. Perfect.
The man walked over to them and couched down, looking to the boy.
"Hey, are you alright, mon petit? How did you manage to get yourself lost like that?"
Matthew remained silent, looking back to Alfred with a scared, confused expression.
"His name's Matthew Williams and he doesn't have anyone he can go to. I was thinking that maybe you could help."
Alfred looked deep into the man's eyes, ensnaring his attention and whispered softly to him, covering Matthew's ears.
"You will care for this boy as if he were your own family."
The blond nodded his head slowly, not once looking away from Alfred until the vampire nodded his head and smiled, bringing his hands down from Matthew's ears. Matthew looked up to him in confusion, but he just ruffled his hair, making the child giggle softly.
He looked back to the man. "What's your name?"
"Francis Bonnefoy."
"Nice to meet you, Francis, I'm Alfred. So, how do you think we can help this little guy here?"
Francis moved a bit and looked to Matthew's face. He pressed back against Alfred a bit, feeling secure with the man who had cared for him more than anyone had in his life.
"Matthew...what would you say if I asked you if you wanted to live here? With me?"
Matthew, who had been admiring the large house since they arrived, looked at him with wide eyes. He couldn't believe that the offer to live in a house this big, with so many things inside, was offered to him. But- but what about Alfred?
'Don't give yourself away that you can hear me, but know that you will be safe here. Don't be afraid, Mattie. '
The young boy couldn't help but twitch slightly from surprise at hearing another voice so clearly, it was as though it was in his head. But looking to the man named Francis, he made no reaction, which led Matthew to think that maybe it was in his head.
A chuckle resounded. 'Yes, Francis cannot hear us. Trust me; this man will take care of you. I will see to it."
"Y-you won't leave me alone?"
"Never."
Matthew looked back to the man that still held him, looking in his eyes and trying to read his expression. Alfred gave him a smile and nodded his head slightly, moving his head in the man's direction. Matthew's heart beat a little faster, and he felt an almost painful knot in his chest. Never before had anyone cared for his welfare like this...it was so new, so...wonderful.
He looked to Francis and gave him a small smile. "I'd like that, Francis."
Francis smiled and slowly extended a hand out for the child, to which Matthew reluctantly moved to after giving Alfred one more quick look. Alfred felt as though his body was hollow after Matthew left him to be embraced by his new caregiver.
As the man started to tell him how he was going to be like his big brother, how good Matthew was going to have it there, Alfred took that as his cue to leave. Getting to his feet, he reached over for his jacket and swirled it around his shoulders, putting it on and fastening the buttons with shaking fingers.
'Where are you going!'
Alfred was surprised by how quickly the boy adapted to their mental path, and looked down to the pair- to Francis. "I think it's about time I got going. I'm so glad you can help, Francis. And Matthew..." he looked to the boy with a fond smile. "You're in good hands."
Matthew scrambled away from Francis and threw himself against Alfred, face buried in his stomach, he wrapped his small arms around his waist.
'No, please! Don't leave me...'
'I have to. You have to spend some time with Francis and get to know him.'
'But-'
'No 'buts,' Mattie. I will see you later.'
Matthew sighed against him, relaxing slightly as his hands loosened their grip on his back. "Th-thank you, Alfred, for helping me out there..."
Alfred hugged him closer, caressing his wavy hair while trying to steady his hands. "It was my pleasure, little guy. Now, I must be on my way...See you both later."
Francis showed him to the door, leaving Matthew standing before the fire place, his face in the shadows as he watched Alfred walk out the front door. Once he was out of sight, he ran to the window and watched Alfred walk outside into a blizzard, moving quickly down the street. His eyes were trained on the back of his head, waiting, hoping for the man to turn around and look to him. Matthew pressed a small hand against the cold glass of the window, feeling the familiar cold seep back into his skin, mouthing his request to the almost invisible figure. Just when he thought he saw Alfred turn his head to the side, he felt a hand on his shoulder, but made no move to look away from the window.
"Did you want some hot chocolate, Mathieu?"
Alfred was now hidden entirely by the falling, twirling snow, so with a sigh of resignation, the little boy looked up to the man and gave a small smile. "Yes please."
The snow curled around his body, and the wind blew against him so hard it was almost testing his strength. Alfred just stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked on, ducking down alleyways, weaving his way down streets until he was far enough to stop and lean against a building.
It hurt to leave Matthew like that. Here he was, a seasoned vampire who'd had his heart won over by a small boy. When he originally saw Matthew from a rooftop, he thought that it was going to be easy prey and he'd be done in no time. But after seeing him up close and listening to him speak, something stirred to life from deep inside of Alfred; a part of him that had started to deteriorate- the compassionate part of him that had lain dormant for decades; it almost forgot how to function. He wanted to care for the child, not give him over to Francis. He wanted to be the one to protect him, to be his hero, and to feel those small hands hold his. But Alfred knew he couldn't. How could a vampire play the big brother role for a young human? Especially when he wasn't alone and shared the city with him.
The sound of a slow laugh rang through the deserted streets, bouncing off the buildings and seeped into Alfred's mind. He froze and pushed off from the building instantly, looking around for the source of the laughter. He didn't have to look long to see the man lounging gracefully on the roof of a nearby home, watching Alfred with gleaming emerald eyes.
"What a touching display. Is my little Alfred actually caring for a human? And for a tiny human boy at that?"
A cackle sent shivers down Alfred's spine, but he tried to push it away and ignore the man by continuing to walk. All of a sudden he found himself on his back in the cold snow, the sandy haired, green eyed man straddling, and pressing him down with a hand at his throat.
"Ah ah, you know I don't like it when you ignore me like that, little Alfred."
"Stop calling me that! I'm almost 600 years old!"
"Hardly. You're still a child compared to my near 2,000 years, so don't even try, little one."
Alfred looked up to his creator with a glare. "What is this about, Arthur?"
The vampire just bared his teeth to him before leaning forward and running a fang along his neck. "I just wanted to tell you that I loved the little moment you had with Matthew and Francis. Interesting choice, choosing him," he whispered into his ear.
Turning his head away and trying to focus on a distant house, Alfred bit his lip slightly, knowing what was in store for the man. Arthur had shown a slight interest in Francis ever since they had a drunken night without inhibitions together when they met outside of a bar. Arthur spoke of how exotic his blood tasted, and how there was something about him that was different from normal humans- some added flavour that made Arthur think he had something special about him that he wanted to learn more about. The sense of difference was something Alfred and Arthur knew of all too well. Arthur had a bit of a love/hate relationship with the Frenchman, but his interest in him kept Arthur around... including the man's insatiable need for Arthur. Alfred would tag along sometimes, and from afar, he saw how kind Francis was- that knowledge was what made him decide he would be a good guardian for his little Matthew.
Francis wasn't aware of Alfred before tonight, nor did he know Arthur was a vampire- something Arthur enjoyed withholding from him. Arthur, as Alfred had found out, was a little sadistic at times and could be quite ruthless. Alfred knew what he was like from having spent too many nights together, entangled in sheets, but it never lingered. Arthur moved on quickly, Alfred realized after a few decades, and soon he felt numb towards his creator, losing any lingering feelings of respect. They had gone to each other sparingly throughout the years, mostly from Arthur's insistence. But now Alfred resisted his advances- the mere sight of Arthur repulsed him, and caused him to flee. He should have never agreed to him all those centuries ago...
Now he looked up at his maker, watching Arthur smirk down at him with glinting, evil eyes.
"He was the only choice I could think of to save Mattie," Alfred said curtly.
"Mmm, Mattie, is it?"
The younger vampire pushed the elder off of him and got to his feet, brushing the snow from his coat. The wind swirled around his feet, making the snow weave around, encircling his legs in an intricate pattern. Arthur stood as well, watching in both amusement and curiosity as it only did that to Alfred, as though trying to bring him somewhere.
"I'll be back before sunrise, Arthur. Don't wait up."
Arthur just cackled once more and watched his charge disappear in the falling, almost beckoning snow.
"How's that Mathieu? Too hot?"
"No, it's good, thank you."
Matthew drank small sips of his hot chocolate as the two sat before the fire. Matthew's skin still tingled from the memory of his rescuer's touch. For someone to care for him and treat him with such kindness as if he were a person... He held his cup closer to his body, and felt his face heat up as he looked down. Francis had to be given credit as well- to be disturbed so late at night, and then to agree to care for him was mind-blowing for the young boy.
Ever since he came across Alfred, he had felt much better, both mentally and physically. He had run out of places to keep warm so he feared if he were to spend any more time outside, it would worsen his illness-which had already rapidly deteriorated from his parent's abandonment. But after the man's hug, he felt as though he was cured! He could breathe, he could see properly, and he didn't feel the constant pain throughout his body like before. Alfred didn't even seem scared of Matthew like his parents had!
The sound of the man's voice broke Matthew's reverie. "Mathieu? Can I ask you how you came to be outside, alone? What happened to you?"
Memories of must scented, dilapidated rooms filled his mind. Of strangers coming and going from his home, and rooms filled with a smoky haze. A woman with curly blonde hair, black and blue cowering in the corner from fear, as tall, angry man with a look of fear mixed with anger looked down at him and back to the woman. How he would be confined in bed, coughing and becoming sick, without the aid of his family, or even a hospital visit. The high necked sweaters he wore at school, and the attempt to hide his reasons for going to get breakfast at the school every single morning, not that many people cared or looked at him anyway. Of the time his parents witnessed the faucet spewing water across the room and against his father as he tried to come at him. The memory of going out for a walk together, and waking up with a headache, alone in a deserted alleyway by a pile of garbage. Of walking home and finding nothing and no one there, without a way to contact help.
Tears welled in his eyes as he looked to the man before him. He wanted to tell him everything, but he didn't want to scare him away as well, just like he did his parents.
"My parents were bad people. They hit each other, and seemed crazy. They...I overheard them tell each other that they had enough...and today I found myself alone on the streets. When I tried to go home, they had already moved everything out and left. I tried to find a place to stay for the night, but I didn't know what to do. I was just about to lose hope... when Alfred found me." His soft, quiet voice lightened a bit at the end, although it was a pained happiness. The kind someone makes when they realize a complete stranger cared for them more than their own family.
"No one tried to help. I would ask people on the street for help, but they would just continue to walk, almost as if they didn't see me. No one cared."
Francis, looking as though he was ready to cry himself, reached out to the boy, collecting him against his chest. Matthew's eyes widened when he felt his shaking shoulders, and heard the man's tear roughened voice.
"Oh...my boy...I'm so, so sorry that happened to you. You didn't deserve that at all, and I wish I could take it all away for you. You never have to see those people again, and know...know that you are safe here. I will care for you as though you were my brother!" He weakly laughed and patted Matthew on the back. "I'd say father, but I'm only 21 and I'm not thinking of being a father just yet!"
Matthew giggled slightly and looked to Francis. "I've never had a brother before."
Francis tried to cheer Matthew up, and the two spoke of various things as they drank the rest of their hot chocolate. He spoke of how he was going to enrol Matthew in a different, much closer school if it were possible. After a little while, he saw the boy try and stifle a yawn, which made Francis snap to attention.
"Oh my! It's late, and you should be in bed! Come, come, I have a spare bedroom that would be perfect for you!"
Francis stood and took their glasses, walking to the kitchen to put them in the sink as Matthew followed. The kitchen was huge, much like one a person would expect to find in a professional chef's home. Matthew stared in awe, but was soon led to the staircase, leading up to an extensive hallway.
"There is the bathroom, a living room, my reading room, entertainment room...My bedroom is down at the end of the hall, just three doors down from yours. Here, this is yours."
The door swung wide, hitting the opposite wall softly and would have swung back if Matthew had not held it open in shock. The room was larger than the entire place he once called home. His bed was enormous, with many pillows on top in a variety of red shades, as well as white. The floor was hardwood, and the room had a deep, wood coloured theme to it with the accent of red and white. He loved everything about it, it felt so inviting and warm, and Matthew didn't want to leave. Running across the room he walked to a set of large French balcony doors leading to a personal balcony overseeing the backyard. His backyard. There was a medium sized futon against the wall with a table in the corner, protected by the large overhanging canopy to prevent rain or snow to fall in. Regardless, the futon was bare of pillows, leaving just the frame.
"I didn't want it to get ruined. When it's nicer out we can sit on the balcony together. I have one as well outside my room."
"That'd be nice," Matthew breathed, looking out at the trees that covered the yard.
"Yeah, there is a bit of a forest out there, but at the same time I wouldn't really call it a forest... It's nothing to be concerned over though- there are no wild animals. I divided the backyard by a tall fence, so nothing can scale it. I can show you the grounds tomorrow if you want."
Matthew nodded and turned back to go inside. Walking around the room, he stopped in front of a large door and looked to Francis in question.
"That door leads to a walk in closet, and that one over there is your own personal bathroom. Unfortunately I don't have any clothes for someone your age, but you can make do with one of my shirts until we go shopping tomorrow."
He felt his face turn a little red as he looked to the floor, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I wouldn't want you spending all this money on me, Francis."
"Mathieu, don't worry about it. Not to boast, but I was born with a silver spoon so to say. My family comes from a lot of money, so I do not have to worry about expenses. That and I don't mind. Honestly."
If it were possible for the boy's face to turn a darker shade of red, it did. He thanked the man and accepted one of the shirts from a drawer in the closet.
"Also, I think it would be best if you had a quick shower before bed. The soap is- here I'll show you."
He opened the door to the bathroom and exposed a rich looking room- a large tub with a shower, a long sink, and a deep medicine cabinet. A small cupboard produced two towels and he put them on the counter beside his shirt. Francis then took out some bottles and a bar of soap, putting it on the shelf in the shower. With a quick kiss to the top of his head he squeezed Matthew's shoulder and looked to him.
"Well...I'll just be down the hall if you need me. Good night, Mathieu."
"Good night, Francis."
Looking around the room for a moment after Francis left, Matthew finally took his filthy, frayed clothes from his body, throwing them across the room in a sudden burst of anger. The mirror reflected a pale, frail looking boy who needed a good week of sleep and a hearty meal. Fading bruises decorated his skin, along with various cuts from the bitter, heartless wind and falling from weakness.
Unable to look at himself any longer, he took a quick shower, trying not to lose himself in the warm water. The feeling of clean, fresh hair and skin felt amazing; all the grime and dirt was just slipping away. It was almost as though his old life was being washed away as well; washed away with rich, fragrant soap.
He rubbed his hair quickly, trying to dry it after drying his skin and putting on the shirt that fell to his knees. He was still in the process of scrubbing his hair as he walked out of the steamy bathroom and into the bedroom. His room was a little dark, only illuminated by one lamp and the moon that was barely peeking through the clouds. He ran quickly to the bed and huddled under the covers leaving the lamp on. As he was under the blankets, he did not hear the balcony door softly click open and shut, nor feel the depression from weight on the bed. When he finally poked his head out from under the blankets, his heart almost stopped. Sitting on the bed with his legs swinging back and forth was Alfred.
'Francis is sleeping!' he warned as Matthew opened his mouth. 'I didn't mean to scare you!'
Matthew nodded and his lips formed a soft smile, happy that he was here, and that he kept his promise to come back. He sat up and fiddled with the blanket covering him, smoothing his hands over the warm, soft texture.
'What?'
Matthew pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed with a smile that was much shyer than the last.
'Can...can you lie with me until I fall asleep?"
'Mattie...'
'Please?'
Watching the imploring look in the young boy's eyes, Alfred breathed a heavy sigh before giving him a small smile. 'Scooch over.'
The bright smile that crossed Matthew's face made Alfred stick with his decision as he kicked off his shoes and slipped beneath the covers, bringing them over his body before lying on his back. Matthew moved closer until he was pressed against Alfred, cuddling against his side, laying his head on his chest.
'Thank you.'
'You're welcome.'
'Um...I have a question.'
Alfred hesitated for a moment, but ran his hand through his hair gently. 'Shoot.'
'How can we talk to each other in our minds?'
'Well...we have a bit of a connection, Mattie. Something just you and I have, so don't tell Francis, okay? You and him wouldn't be able to have a connection like this.'
'Can you and him have one?'
'...No.'
The sound of Matthew's soft giggle made Alfred smile, a true smile that he felt with his entire being, as though his body hummed with joy.
'So we are kind of special then?' Matthew asked with a drowsy slur to his thoughts.
'Yes...we are. Just you and I.'
A warm sensation flooded through his body, making the vampire feel something that he had not felt for centuries. Alfred just hugged him closer and shifted on the bed slightly, turning on his side to face the boy. Holding out his arm, Matthew placed his head in the crook of his arm, his smaller hand open between them. Alfred noticed this and held it gently, running his thumb over his skin.
'Sleep well, Mattie.'
'G'night...Al. Thanks for saving me...'
Alfred felt his body relax at the same time he heard his breathing deepen, indicating he fell asleep. Knowing the boy wouldn't hear him, Alfred just closed his eyes and smiled.
'No...thank you.'
Soft heat from the sun filtering in through the window warmed the child face, waking him slowly. Like a small cherub, with his hair fanned out like a halo about his head, flaxen eyelashes lifted slowly to reveal sleepy violet eyes. Those eyes snapped open as he looked around his surroundings. The plush, satin sheets were not the woollen ones that he was used to, nor the ornate lamp on the bedside table.
Matthew sat up slowly, rubbing his hair and twirling a loose curl around his finger as he thought about the night before. Memories soon flooded his mind, of Francis helping him out, of Alfred holding him gently until he fell asleep. Matthew turned and moved to the empty spot where the Alfred had lain, hoping to feel the heat that lingered was Alfred's.
'Alfred?' Matthew tried to reach out to him, shyly, hoping to hear from him once more.
A sleep saturated voice responded after a delay. 'Mattie? Ev'ry thing 'kay?'
'Yes, I just woke up...I wanted to say good morning.'
Matthew could hear the smile in his voice. 'Good morning, Mattie. I'm actually falling asleep, so I will talk to you later, 'kay?'
'Oh! Okay, I'm sorry! Have a good sleep, Alfred.'
'Thanks...talk to you...'
Matthew turned and pressed his face into his pillow, trying to calm his racing feelings when suddenly a knock was heard on his door.
"Mathieu? You awake?"
"Yes!"
Francis opened the door slowly, and Matthew saw him carry in a tray, slightly hidden from him.
"Good morning, Mathieu. I didn't know what you liked, but I hope this is okay."
As he neared, Matthew finally was able to see the wide variety of food he offered. Honeyed toast, cut up strawberries and bananas, a small bowl of cereal and a glass of milk. Francis sat on the side of the bed near Matthew and set the tray down.
Matthew watched him with eyes that were glazed over, his stomach suddenly growling. "All of that's for me?"
With a bemused smile, Francis tucked Matthew's hair behind his ears, attempting to tame his one loose strand before giving up. "All for you, so I hope you like it! Just wait one moment..."
Francis stood and walked over to the walk in closet, disappearing for a moment before returning with a brush, scissors and a hair tie. He set the scissors down but brushed Matthew's hair and tied it back.
"Once you're done eating I'm going to cut your hair. It is much too long like this."
The sweet scent from the honey and fruit distracted Matthew, causing him to nod absentmindedly and reach for a piece of toast. The toast made a delicious crunch as his teeth tore through it, and he licked up the excess, dripping honey. The sweet syrup coated his tongue and blended with the bread nicely, making Matthew savour it, lick his lips and go in for more. He finished it in record time, and moved to attack the strawberries, the fresh scent making his mouth water.
Watching the evidently starved child eat so passionately, Francis gave him a small smile, rubbing his back softly as he stared out the window. No child should have to endure what he went through. Steeling himself, Francis made a vow to himself that he would be the best family figure, even father figure Matthew ever had. He would want for nothing, and always be protected.
By this point Matthew was just finishing his milk, the glass making a deep thunk on the wood as the boy breathed out in satisfaction.
'Was that good, Matthew?"
"Delicious! Thank you so much."
"You're welcome. Now, come, I want to fix your hair."
Matthew followed obediently, walking over to the bathroom behind Francis. Standing before the sink, he watched as the man cut his hair with practiced ease, cutting his long, unruly strands to an even, medium length, resting just below the jaw. It was quite similar to the man's, Matthew thought in passing.
Francis was brushing his hair once more, trying to comb back that one long and curly strand to no avail. With a sigh, he looked to Matthew in the mirror. "Well, it does look kind of cute. It suits you."
Matthew blushed slightly and thanked him, tugging on the curl out of habit.
"Well! I have a surprise for you. I let you sleep a little longer, and I ran out to the mall quickly and bought at least one outfit for you. So at least now you can go out and shop too. It's just over here..."
Francis led him to his room where a black shopping bag sat on the bed, along with a few smaller ones.
"I hope they fit..." Francis murmured as he removed the clothes.
He laid out simple black sneakers and socks, boxers, blue jeans, a thin black belt, a red hooded sweater,
Matthew moved his hand over the soft, cotton sweater and brought it to his face. It still smelled fresh, clean, and without a musty smell to it. As he pulled on each article of clothing, he was awestruck by how wonderful it felt on his skin, and it was just the right size. He walked over to the mirror and looked at his reflection, which caused a happy giggle to bubble in his chest. He looked like a normal, relatively healthy young boy, dressed casually for a day out shopping.
With glee, he ran downstairs, shoes in his hands, until he skidded to a stop before the door. Francis stood there holding a scarf, mittens, and hat while a coat hung over a chair.
"There you are! Now come, come, put these on..."
Francis took the scarf and looped it around the boy's neck, adjusting it nicely before slipping the coat over Matthew's body. Matthew was just putting his sleeves over the mittens after putting on his shoes when Francis pulled a toque over his head.
The man had to laugh at the sight. Matthew tried to stare up at him over his large scarf and from beneath his hat- the violet eyes practically hidden. The boy was just too cute, Francis thought as he pulled the hat up so he could see a little better. He grabbed the keys and opened the front door, gesturing with his head as he smiled form to him.
"Come on, mon petit homme. Let's go get you some clothes and supplies."
Matthew giggled slightly, looking up to Francis with curious eyes. "Mon petit homme?"
"It's just a little pet name," the man chuckled but then regarded Matthew with serious eyes.
"Matthew, do you know French?"
"No...not really. I mean I'm learning it in school, but it's not my best subject."
"Well...I will help you with that."
The car ride consisted of Francis teaching Matthew a few French words, having him practice pronunciation and spelling as they neared the mall. Matthew thought for a moment and realized that he had never been in the mall before- he was typically either at home or at school. He exited the car excitedly, grabbing the man's hand and pulling him towards the doors.
In amazement, he watched as the doors slid open as he approached- glass doors that were almost as tall as the wall it was set in. Matthew had never seen anything like it, and he with childlike curiosity, he walked around it, looking at the door from all sides.
Francis just chuckled and took his hand, tugging him along towards the closest appropriate store. The pair spent almost an hour in that one store, establishing Matthew's size and length, and buying the appropriate clothes. They bought so many bags of clothes that they had to return to the car, drop them off, and continue shopping. They spent the entire day shopping- first clothes, then shoes, school supplies, and even a computer, cell phone, and iPod.
The small boy was amazed with everything they bought- he had never had these many belongings before in his life! But Francis continued to find things for him, loading Matthew up with more than he had ever dreamed of having. They stopped at the grocery store afterward to collect some foods that a typical ten year old may like.
Matthew walked along in front of Francis with his hands on the cart and Francis behind him, holding the cart as well. The two of them shopped this way, picking up things here and there.
"Oh! This looks really good..." Matthew said quietly up to Francis.
"What's that? Oh...maple syrup? You want to try that?"
The boy nodded his head, and looked up at him with large violet eyes- something Francis couldn't say no to. Matthew giggled as it was placed among everything else and skipped back to his position by the cart, his curl bobbing up and down happily.
They were out all day, and by the time they left the store, it was around eight at night, the skies dark and the lamps shining strong. Luckily there was very little snowfall today and it was a relatively warm night. Francis was driving down one of their back roads back home when the figure of a body was lying on the road.
"Francis, what's that?"
He pulled off to the side of the road, motioning Matthew to remain in the car as he shut the door. Matthew watched him as he approached the immobile body, reaching for his pocket as he did so. Francis crouched down to the figure and touched his shoulder, trying to look at his face.
What happened next was too fast for Matthew to understand. First Francis was kneeling before the body, and then suddenly there was a flash of white, and Francis stood on the street with a pile of ashes before him. With shaking hands, Matthew removed his seat belt and ran from the car.
"Are you okay-?"
"Mathieu! Get back in the car!"
A shrill scream came from behind the boy before he was thrown to the ground and flipped to his back. The figure of a man was atop him, smiling down at him with bloodstained lips and teeth, hissing slightly as he breathed. His breath was putrid, making Matthew turn away and cry out as the man's nails dug into his skin on his arms. He cried out for help as the snow on the ground began to lift, swirling around the figure on top of him. Frost began to form on his face, making his skin look tight and hard to move as it began to freeze, but the creature only glared down at him, black eyes full of hatred.
Those black eyes reflected a light, Matthew saw, before a huge beam of light soared over top of Matthew and knocked the creature off of him. Francis ran forward, looked at Matthew and snapped his fingers. To Matthew, his sight was filled with a white blinding light, making him cover his eyes with his hands. This allowed Francis to form another beam of light, sending it down to eat through the skin on the vampire's neck, effectively decapitating it. He didn't stop there, and sent another beam through their chest cavity to turn their heart into dust. Only then did the vampire's body and head take after the heart and turn to dust.
When Francis finished, he snapped his fingers once more and the light Matthew saw began to fade. He looked up at Francis, down at the pile of ash, and then back up to him. Tears began to form in his eyes as he looked at him in confusion.
"What just happened?" he sobbed out, hands moving to his eyes to try and wipe the falling tears away.
'Mattie? Are you okay? What's going on?"
'Something just attacked me!' Matthew sobbed mentally, crying harder after hearing Alfred's comforting voice.
'Do you need me?'
'Francis took care of it but... I'm so scared...'
Whatever Alfred said was slightly drowned out as Francis bent down and scooped Matthew up into his arms. "Mathieu...I think we both have kept something from the other. Let's talk about this when we get home..."
"O-okay..."
They drove home in silence while Matthew related back to Alfred, in detail, what just happened. Alfred didn't say much, but just assured him that he would look into it, to stick with Francis and listen to what he was going to tell him.
They arrived home and put everything away first, even set up the computer before Francis led Matthew to the kitchen. He sat the boy down on the counter near the sink as he put some dishes away.
"So, I'm sure you have a lot of questions about what just happened, yes?"
Matthew nodded his head, watching the man's hands instead of his eyes. Francis made a small sound of agreement and turned to the lamp nearby.
"Tonight you came in contact with something called a vampire, Mathieu. Now, I do not know how much media you have been exposed to, but they show many different kinds of them. Very few people have realized that vampires actually exist in our world, unfortunately. They prey on anyone and everyone, although some do have their preferences. They attack a person and drain them of their blood- needing it to survive. I'm sorry if this is too much for you, mon petit loup, but you need to know this for your own safety. You must be very wary of these creatures, for they can trick you. I honestly do not know much more about these kinds, but I'm learning more from old folklore I have come across. As for now, we can only guess what kind of powers they have...but I have found the proper method of killing them. Are you okay so far?"
Matthew nodded his head. "I'm fine. It's best for me to know this...I can handle it."
"Okay. Well, the way to kill them is to remove the head and destroy the heart. Only doing this will kill them. Now, on to another question that I'm sure is bothering you. The light."
Francis extended his hand and the light from the lamp he was looking at expanded. Matthew watched as it separated into two, one half falling back and going back to normal under the shade, while the other half formed a ball in the man's hand. Francis rolled it around his hand, moving it to the other one before the ball turned into a long sabre made of white light. He looked at Matthew for a moment before waving his free hand, and the cloth on the table ruffled in a sudden wind.
"I found at a young age that I was able to manipulate light, as well as air. I believe you have a similar talent?"
The light in his hand disappeared the moment Francis closed his hand, the wind following suit. He moved to the sink and ran the water, motioning to it.
"From what I've seen with you and the snow, I believe you have a certain talent with water?"
Matthew looked to the sink, watching the liquid pour from the faucet in a steady stream as he tried to concentrate. But no matter how he thought about moving it, it wouldn't work. He looked to Francis with a pained expression.
"I can't!"
"Try, Mathieu!"
"I am trying!" Matthew cried out in frustration.
Francis saw the water begin to bubble and the water sprayed out much faster. "That's it! You're doing it, Mathieu!"
Matthew looked to the water in amazement before shutting it off and looking to Francis in fear. "You-you're not scared of me, are you?"
"No! Never! Why would I, when I am the same as you?"
This made the boy smile. The same. He held out his arms for the man, who readily collected him into a hug.
"Now, the only problem I see is that you do not know how to control your talent...We will practice this after school. You need to learn how to use your power to your advantage. But know, Mathieu, that you must never tell anyone of our gifts, or of vampires." He pulled away to look into his eyes. "Do you understand me?"
He nodded his head, playing with his curl as he smiled softly up at Francis.
"That's a good boy. Now, I'm going to make supper, you go upstairs and play until it's ready."
The young boy ran upstairs, his little feet hitting the carpet in soft thuds until he opened his door. He giggled softly as he turned to shut the door, ecstatic that he had finally found someone who was like him, and who wasn't afraid!
"What's so funny?"
He turned around quickly to find Alfred lying over the side of his bed, reading one of the books he bought. Matthew ran to him and jumped on the bed, hugging the man tightly.
"Oof! Easy, little guy!" Alfred chuckled, rubbing his head. "What makes you so happy?"
"Francis is just like me!"
Alfred raised an eyebrow before setting the book down and moving the both up them to an upright position.
"What do you mean by that, Mattie?"
Sitting in his lap, Matthew held onto the front of Alfred's dress shirt in excitement. "He has powers just like me!"
"What kind of powers?"
"He can play with light and air, and I can play with water! Just...I just haven't mastered it yet..."
Alfred smiled down at the boy, amazed that his suspicions were finally correct about the both of them. When Alfred drank from Matthew, it reminded him instantly of when Arthur spoke of a special tinge to the blood. Add on the odd curling of the snow when he first met the boy...it all made sense.
"That's really cool, Matthew."
Matthew blushed softly and looked up at him shyly under his lashes, letting go of his shirt to play with his curl. "...Can you do anything?"
That made the vampire pause. He hadn't told anyone of his powers, not even his creator who managed to get everything out of him. But, looking down at the inquisitive violet eyes, Alfred couldn't help himself.
"Unfortunately-"
"Mathieu! Dinner is ready!"
"Oh! I have to go, but...did you want to have supper too?"
"Uh, no, I'm good, thanks. I'm not hungry."
Matthew nodded his head. "Okay, I will see you later, right?"
"Right."
"Okay! See you later then!" He waved and ran back downstairs to eat.
"What the fuck is your problem?"
Alfred slammed the elder vampire against the wall of a building he was walking by, the brick breaking and crumbling around them.
There was a flash of green until suddenly Alfred found the roles reversed, and he was pressed against the wall, facing it and feeling the surface graze his skin.
"What was that, little Alfred?"
"You're creating new vampires! Why?"
A laugh. "Oh really? Who says I am?"
"They attacked Francis and Ma-Matthew!" Alfred ground out, hesitating on bringing Matthew into this.
"Oh no, not your poor little Mattie..."
"Arthur, please! Just leave him alone...don't do this again. Don't make more vampires without caring for them!"
Arthur inched forward, his hot breath blowing over Alfred's suddenly exposed neck. "And what are you going to do in exchange, Al?"
Closing his eyes and swallowing, Alfred whispered softly, "do it. Drink, take what you want, just leave Matthew alone...please..."
The sound of laughter invaded his senses just before the accented voice whispered back. "That's a good lad. I might be gentle this time..."
Arthur bit down, sinking his fangs deep into Alfred's neck and began to draw out his blood slowly, savouring each drop. He withdrew for a moment to coo against him, "no wonder you like your Mattie so much. He tastes delicious..."
He knew better than to rise to the comment, so Alfred just held onto the side of the building, ignoring the harsh pull of his jeans as they fell to his ankles, followed soon by his underwear. He was doing this for Matthew, so he would be safe from Arthur. He was doing this to calm Arthur down and try to convince him to stop making more vampires- at least until the next time he decided to do it again. He had to think of this as a trade, that something good would come from this. To push away any sense of discomfort or nausea.
He felt Arthur fumble behind him, until he was ready, which was signalled by his mouth back at his neck. Just as his fangs, as well as his hard length, sank excruciatingly deep, Alfred closed his eyes and bit one of his knuckles as he hoped to remain quiet.
He didn't.
"Now don't stay up too late, Mathieu, you have school tomorrow!"
"Yes, I know! Good night!"
"Good night!"
Matthew shut his door behind him, walking to his bathroom with his clothes to change. Once he was ready for bed, he was about to walk out, but the sink caught his attention. He walked slowly to stand before it, staring at the gleaming silver colour of the faucet. With a timid hand, he moved towards it to run the water. The water shone in the light, almost mocking him as it flowed normally. He extended his hand and tried to concentrate on the flow, thinking about moving the water to make a curl before going down the drain. Nothing happened.
With a frustrated whine he turned off the sink and stalked out into his room to find Alfred sitting at his computer, looking up something. Alfred looked over his shoulder to Matthew and gave him a huge grin.
"Hey!"
Alfred stood with a smile and walked towards him, but Matthew frowned in confusion when the man turned to him fully. He realized just how pale Alfred looked, and the pained gait he was sporting.
"Alfred...are you okay?"
"Y-yeah...I just hurt my back. That and I don't feel well..."
Matthew tugged on his hands, leading him over to his bed and made for him to lie down. "I hope it's nothing serious...Whenever I feel sick, lying down sometimes helps me. Are you cold? Here..."
Playing the role of nurse, Matthew fluffed Alfred's pillow before pushing the man down with his small hands. He brought the blanket over top of him and crawled in beside him, curling up against his chest.
Alfred smiled as he watched his little human run around the room to try and help him, but that smile soon turned to one of strain when the boy lay against him. His sweet scent floated up and invaded his senses, leaving him delirious with need. Arthur had taken so much from him; he was surprised he was able to make it to Matthew tonight at all.
He bit his lip and tried to turn his head away, but Matthew made it difficult for him by moving up and looking at him. He placed his hand on his forehead and tried to feel if he had a temperature.
"You feel a little hot...oh Alfred, are you okay? I'm getting worried..." Matthew said in an upset voice, burying his face against Alfred's neck.
Now the boy's tender neck was inches away from Alfred's mouth, leaving him to almost writhe in need to gorge himself. He couldn't help himself, he had to- the red haze was beginning to fill his sight, blinding him.
Alfred sat up quickly, holding Matthew against him as he kissed his neck. "You are a very good nurse, Dr. Williams. Thank you."
Matthew began to giggle, but it became a small sound of discomfort as he felt a sharp pain on his neck. The pain felt somewhat familiar to Matthew for some reason, but he found it to be not that bad. If anything it was slightly uncomfortable at first, but the sensation of Alfred's mouth working on his neck, it...didn't hurt too much. Still, he pushed at the man's shoulders, making a weak attempt at escaping.
Unaware of Matthew's conflicting thoughts, Alfred fed hungrily, taking as much as he needed before licking the wound clean and wiping his mouth. He drew Matthew away to look at him and saw his pale face look at him in confusion.
"A-Al...?"
"After you drink from me, you will not remember this happened. All you will remember is that you took care of me, and I felt much better. We soon fell asleep afterward."
Matthew watched as Alfred's nail elongated to a point and cut a deep line on his neck. Pressing the blond head down, the boy began to drink the moment his mouth covered the wound. Alfred rubbed his back as he did so, feeling the blood leave his body until it was enough for him. He wiped Matthew's mouth with his sleeve and laid him back down on the bed.
Soon after Matthew's head hit the pillow, he fell fast asleep. Alfred moved the hair from his face, placed the blanket over his body and left the room quietly.
He licked his lips as he thought about what he'd learned from Matthew tonight. Arthur could never learn about his powers, that he knew for sure. It posed too much of a risk with the man's...inquisitive nature.
A/N: Greetings and salutations~! I've wanted to write a vampire fic for a while, so...ta dah! I hope this chapter was enjoyable.
Until next time! Thank you for reading! :)