Title: The Call Of The Night
Author: Memento Mori Pontifex Mortis
Rating: M, yeah definitely
Pairings: PruCan, RusAme, FrUk, SuFin, LietPo, GerIta, Spamano, RomaniaXHungary, SkoreaXChina, Giripan, TurkeyXEgypt, and a few Undetermined At The Moments.
Warnings: Blood, Gore, Violence, Sex, Drugs, RocknRoll, Swearing/Language, Skimpy Clothes, Nose Bleeds, Incest, Clicheness that Doesn't happen, Harems, Orgies, Rome, Yaoi, Yuri, Het, Preg, Mpreg, Science Explanations, Science, The desire to have Thoughts, Magick, Odd spellings of certain words, Corniness, Blood Play, BDSM, D/s, ETC... Be WARNED
Summary: Night, Blood lust, No Soul; isn't that what the movies are always saying? It was just supposed to be a night out with his twin, now they've got eternity to have movie nights.. dammit...
A/N: Heh, yeah. Don't ask. Thanks LadyOfThePens, for talking Vampire books with me! It kinda gave me this idea!
Matthew yawned before he got up and opened the curtains, allowing the sun to drape itself across the hardwood floors. It was the morning after what was supposed to be the last day of his life, what had happened? His mind flashed back to the sight of the red eyed person standing above him, looking worried. But who was that man? Matthew shook his head to clear his mind and walked to his bathroom, maybe today it'd be better. He finished his shower sometime after, changed clothes and began starting breakfast before realizing he wasn't alone. On his couched laid the man who had saved him last night. Looking at the man now, Matthew noticed his white silver hair and pale skin tone.
Who are you? he asked in his mind and was shocked as a voice answered in his mind.
"Well Kid, I'm the person who saved you from death." Matthew's head snapped back towards the man, watching him sitting up.
"You can... hear my thoughts?" he asked out loud but added a silent, Jesus Christ! in his mind.
"Yes." The man answered once again in his head, "Do you want me to stop?"
"YES I want you to stop reading my thoughts! Goddamn what do you think?" Matthew snapped uncharacteristically. This was too much to take, he decided.
The man sighed before going on to speak in a simply enchanting voice, "Well Birdie, why don't we talk about how I saved you from death." It was a statement... or an order. Matthew nodded shyly before making his way back towards the kitchen. He had pancakes to make.
"What... are you?" He asked as the Man walked in.
"My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt, I am the grandson to one of the first Vampyres and you dear Birdie are my mate." Gilbert said as Matthew dropped his spatula.
"A... a vampire?" Matthew question in a squeaky voice. "Those aren't real." he added more to himself then the obviously crazy man in his kitchen.
"Yes, we are real." Gilbert drawled, smirking slightly before walking up behind Matthew, "I can show you." His teeth slid out and softly brushed against Matthew's neck, who shuddered at the feel. It was like a soft caress by the wind; cooling and tickling.
"U..Uh.. s-stop." Matthew managed to get out before his knees gave out but he had no worry as he was caught by Gilbert.
"Uh-uh-uh." he tsked before running his tongue across his lips, "No fainting."
Matthew was scared now. What should he do? He had a... a VAMPIRE in his kitchen... WITH HIS ARMS WRAPPED AROUND HIM! He took a deep breath before calmly asking, "Wh-What happened last night?"
"Heh. you don't remember?" Gilbert scoffed, "You and some other kid were running from some one..."
Matthew huffed as him and his twin brother, Alfred ran down another alley, they were going to be killed. He just knew it. There was no way to protect themselves, the things chasing after them were obviously much faster. Alfred had jerked to a stop as something appeared in front of them.
"Looky here, prey that runs." the shadow in front of them had said. Alfred jumped into action, standing in front of him ready to fight if the situation called for it.
"A-Alfred." Matthew softly but shakily spoke, "We.. they look stronger."
"Don't worry Mattie, the hero will protect you." Alfred flashed him his usual smile before turning back to the things in front of them. There was no way they could fight. Matthew decided.
"My oh my, look boys, our prey is comforting each other." One of them said.
The One who was obviously the boss chuckled darkly, "Huh, well boys I want these two in my Harem, so be careful while playing with them." The group laughed and began to move in. Alfred moved in front of Matthew, trying to protect him.
"Aww, protecting the baby sibling." Grunt Number One laughed. Matthew had snorted indignantly. He was only 2 minutes younger! But that hadn't mattered as they were going to be killed in a minute, so debating who was older and who wasn't such a big deal as it had always been.
"Gilbert~" A new voice joined in, "They are messing with what is mine~" The voice was childish but held promise of death.
"Ugh, why do I work with you?" Another voice, which could only be assumed to be Gilbert moaned.
The childish voice giggled, "Because you are forced to, мойвраг {My enemy}"
"Braginski, will you just focus on the current mission?" Gilbert snipped. 'Braginski' just laughed lightly before attacking the things in front of them, Alfred watched with wide eyes...
"And I watched in terror as one of those things slashed Al's chest and ripped my neck open." Matthew finished before moving his hands to his neck. His eyes widened as he thought of his deceased brother, "What happened to Alfred! What happened!" Matthew turned on the man that had stood in front of him, what was going on?
"The kid's fine. Braginski has him." The other man's name was spat as if it was poison.
Matthew gulped as Gilbert's red eyes darkened, "Th-thank you." Matthew managed. Gilbert tilted his head, obviously he had never been thanked for saving someone... or maybe he had never saved anyone else before. "F- for saving me and my brother."
The eyes lightened with joy, "Oh it's fine Birdie, no need to thank me right now. You have the rest of time to do that."
Matthew flushed again as Gilbert eyed him, before he made sure he was still wearing clothing. This was not going to be a good day, he still had his crappy job to get to- Matthew's eyes sharply turned to the wall clock.
DAMMIT! It was 10, he had to be in by 8! His boss was not going to be happy. "Don't think about work anymore." Gilbert said laughing lightly.
"Wh-what are you talking.." He led off as he watched Gilbert take a sharp knife from the cutlery drawer. Oh no..
"Don't worry little Birdie." Gilbert laughed again before slicing his palm. Matthew watched the blood seep slowly from the wound, licking his lips ever so softly until Gilbert brought the palm up to his lips which caused him to lick it away softly. "Take what you need right now." Gilbert cooed softly, "Until I can teach you to hunt."
That caused Matthew to snap his head upwards to the other male, "Hunt?" He tilted his head.
Gilbert smirked, "Yeah, hunt for prey." He quickly added at Matthew's face, " But we don't always kill them."
Matthew blinked out of his thoughts... or well lack of thoughts, "What the hell is going on?" He asked backing away but not really being able to because he was basically pinned to the counter.
"I told you, you are my mate, I am a vampyre. Put two and two together kid. It's not that hard to-" Gilbert stopped mid-sentence.
"No way, this isn't happening." Matthew was whimpering. This only happened in stupid books about stupid stuff like this. No way it happened to a person like Matthew, especially not tying him to a person like Gilbert. Though it was vague, he could still remember the look on the older man's face as he ripped open one of those men who attacked him and Al.
"Little Birdie, you aren't acting awesome." Gilbert murmured into his neck. When did they get back into this position?
"I want to talk to.. Al, my brother." Matthew breathed out. Why the hell was he so drawn to this man?
Gilbert made a noise before pulling away, "Fine. We can go see that idiot."
"Don't call my brother an idiot!" he snapped but the other man just rolled his eyes.
"Wasn't talking about your unawesome brother, I was talking about that ass, Braginski."
"Oh." Matthew looked down, he wasn't usually one to snap at another person but when it came to his brother he did. He spent countless of school days defending his twin to his friends.
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Alfred blinked the blindness away, "Okay, where am I?" He asked aloud.
"You are with me, Да" There was that voice again, Alfred thought. The one that had saved him and Mattie yesterday.
"Uh.. where's the little dude I was with yesterday?" Alfred asked the voice.
"Oh, the little one was taken by Gilbert." The person stepped out from the shadow, "I am Ivan Braginski, you are Alfred Jones-Williams?"
"Uhh, no it's Alfred F. Jones." Alfred had stopped going by 'Williams' years ago.
"Little things don't matter, Comrade." The person had pale hair and violet purple eyes like his twin did. The man was HUGE, and a little pudgy if Alfred had to say.
"Uh-huh.. uh dude, what's going on?" Alfred asked, why was he on a bed?
"Hehe, well you were attacked last night, I saved you." The night flooded back and Alfred jumped out of the bed. Damn, Mattie was... all the blood, the sight of his little brother lying in his own blood, choking on it. Turning a sickeningly pale colour that freaked Alfred out. Where was he?
"Mattie...?" He questioned voice dry.
"Oh, he is alright," The man answered, "Did you not listen, little one went with Gilbert." He repeated.
"Oh yeah.." Alfred muttered before looking up, "But where you Russian Communist Psycho?"
The man's face hardened before he stepped forward, "Watch it ребенок, I have no patience for capitalists." A smirk as he had Alfred back against the edge up the bed before pushing him backwards with one finger causing Alfred to tumble over back onto the bed.
"Omph." Alfred glared upwards, Asshole. He thought in his mind.
"Oh, небудетозначать," Alfred jerked.
"What the FUCK!" He yelled, jumping away from the person in front of him, "What the fuck was that?" he asked.
"I am Ivan Braginski, Head of The Russian Federation Vampyres. That was our connection." Ivan said happily but darkness crowded his eyes.
"... Dude, get off the drugs. Trust me, they aren't good for you. See me and Mattie, that's my little brother, has tried some pot and it really was a bad Idea. Like with a capital B and I, so really.. get help." Alfred said laughing lightly.
"Drugs?" Ivan shook his head, "Not drugs,Вампиры."
"I don't understand Commie." Alfred said offhandedly. Ivan growled before climbing on top of the bed.
"Don't call me that." He said enunciating each words. Alfred leaned back.
"Okay, jeez back up." Alfred frowned, his stomach growled in hunger.
Ivan smiled, "Comrade is hungry, let's get you something to eat then." Before Alfred could say anything, Ivan pulled out a Swiss army knife and made a slash at his wrist. Alfred blinked but before he could do anything, he was pulling the bleeding wrist to his mouth and taking it in. The rich velvety texture, the taste of iron. It pulled him in, drawing him to continue to feed. Only after Ivan had pulled his now healing wrist away did Alfred freak.
"What the... uh.. what just happened?" Alfred asked as calmly as he could, which wasn't saying much.
"Comrade, I told you. I am a Vampyre-"
"Enough about you, what the fuck happened to me because last time I remember I don't drink blood or like watching people cut their wrist or any of that freaky shit that just happened!" Alfred backed away to the best of his ability, "What did you do to me?"
"You are my mate, Alfred."
"What does that mean?" Alfred asked, interrupting again.
"You are вампир."
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Translations: These Translations are from Google because I don't have a Russian Translator. If you want to help with any translation I might need then please just PM me or leave a nice review saying you want to help.
вампир = Vampire
Вампиры = Vampires
не будет означать, = Don't be mean.
Ребенок, = Child
Да = Yes
A/N : HAHAHA. Do people like it, should I continue? Is it good. If so this would be like a multichppie fic, which you would have to be very patient about me updating. I'm not good at updating but if you like it I will update it. The pairings are determined, basically, and are not subject to any change.