SO UH here's my first FrUs story. The first part in this chapter is following Francis then it switches to Alfred.
Fancies wiped off his knife clean of the horrid blood that stained it. The knife he used wasn't his favorite utensil for killing but it was all he had on him at the time. Usually he carried a single knife or gun strapped to every limb on his body but on a night's like these, he typically didn't think they would be in need. But when do things ever go his way? He slipped the short but deadly knife back into his suit pocket and stood up from his crotching position.
Close laugher and giggles from young civilians caused him to glance down the long empty alley where he stood. The people passed without a single glance as they walked right by a resent murder scene. But was this murder when the person killed was already dead? Also, what if it weren't a person that had been killed but a unholy creature?
Francis frowned and kicked the previously deadly and somewhat alive persons ashes against the buildings brick alley wall. For once he wanted to spend a night out on the town without his job getting in the way. But he knew it was foolish to think he would ever get a break from his job. Being a hunter was a 24/7 type of duty. No breaks and no mercy were allowed for his type of job. No, he didn't kill bears, deer, or any other typical creature that walked the earth that humans hunted for pride and joy. What he hunted wasn't for pride or for fun (though some would disagree).
What he hunted was a creature in a way that was far more deadly and violent. Something so sinister that it took the form of humans so it could walk among them and lure them into their trap. A creature that was beautiful and so clever that people would have them second-guessing their very own name if told otherwise. Eyes that could literally reach and peer into your soul and steal it for their own delight. But they didn't need to steal souls because humans would give theirs to them willingly as a price from their 'contract'. Oh how he hated these creatures so. Thinking nothing of the precious life's they stole to keep their own ever lasting.
"Fucking demons…" Francis muttered in disgust as he leaned against the wall and propped a foot to steady himself as he slipped his hands into his pockets looking for his usual ritual he would do after another successful kill. Once he gripped what he was feeling for, he pulled out a cigarette and a small silver lighter. He knew it was unhealthy but he joked that his job would eventually kill him before smoking did. Though, he hoped either of them would just hurry up and do it already. Nothing in his life mattered anymore.
He skid his thumb over the notch as he set the cigarette in between his lips and lit the lighter with a couple of clicks before getting a steady flame arise from it. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall as he blew a cloud of smoke from his lips with a large sigh. While relaxing from his job well done a faint sound from the deeper end of the dark alley brought back his attention. There goes his peaceful moment alone to himself. He turned his head in the direction of the sound and grinned smugly.
"I'm afraid you are too late mon ami. I have already taken care of your incubus." Francis chuckled amusingly. "But if you like to take it as your kill then by all means~"
The person slowly came into view from the darken alley and stopped as he stared at the tall blond leaning on the wall then to the pile of ash across from him.
"And just who tae fuck do ya think you are? Coming into another's district and killing what is meant to be there's. Do ya have any idea how long I've trailed that demon? All damn night!" The man yelled glaring at the French man.
Francis raised an eyebrow at the man because he was quite surprised at the others rudeness and he knew who this man was. His name was Allistor Kirkland, the most notorious demon hunter in the United Kingdom. Killing more creatures of the night than any other hunter in the world (besides his glorious French self that is). His short auburn red hair was in a mess from the long night chase he said to be in and his green eyes were gleaming like emeralds in the moonlight. Ah yes he would be quite an attractive man if it weren't for his attitude and un kindliness with almost everyone he came to talk to.
"Oi! Are you even listening to what I am saying mate!?" The man hollered in his thick Scottish accent. Francis slightly winced at the horrid accent.
"Oui I am…" He sighed as he reached into his pocket and tossed the Scottish man his lighter who swung his arm out in a flash and caught it. The red-head mumbled something as he brought an object from his own pocket.
"If I'd known you were in pursuit then I would have reframed. But as I offered before, you can report it as your own kill. I do not care so much for the stats." Francis said.
The red-headed man lit his large cigar and eyed the French man consciously. "No point in that mate. I guess should thank ya. Now I can get an early start on my other case that those bastards keep shoving at me." He mumbled with the large cigar between his lips.
Francis grinned and looked down the alley, as the nightlife would pass by unaware of their presence. Enjoying a night out with friends doing what they please. Having the time of their life's in the magnificent city without a care in the world. But not everyone will be enjoying themselves on nights like these and they are the ones who are in danger. The ones who the demons seek out because they are the easiest to lure.
"So Frenchie. What brings you to London and stealing others kills? Paris not supplying you enough predators? Or are ya on holiday?" They both knew all of that was a joke. Paris was never at a lack of night creatures and their jobs had no holiday.
"hmm non but I do wish that all you said was true. I ehm looking for someone. Haven't seen a red-haired English man by any chance?" The French man asked and noticed the Scottish man smugly grin in return to his question.
"Now why would I give away any tips to another hunter in my district?" The UK hunter asked even though he had a pretty good idea. "Unless this is something that is personal to ya?"
The blonde haired hunter frowned. He wished it weren't personal but it has affected so much of his life that it was made very personal. The dark red-haired Brit was going to pay for what he did. For what he did to himself and to 'him'. Oh how he wished he could shove his favorite knife through the Brits heart and turn him into nothing but ash just like all the other demons he slayed.
"So you have seen him oui? I have no time for games anymore mon ami. I've already left my own district in Paris to continue this silly chase. Soon I will be forced to return and I refuse to go back without a bag of ashes and a knife covered in blood." Francis sternly stated as his normally soft blue eyes turned dark. He was running out of time before his bosses realize that he had left France. He didn't even want to think about what was happening in his beautiful city without him there.
Allistor pulled the cigar from his mouth and frowned. "Aye I've seen em." He stopped and glanced around making sure no one was hiding in the shadows listening. Francis got the hint and got up from the wall and walked closer the Scottish hunter.
"Oui go on." He held his breath to not miss a single word of assistance. His hands began to twitch in anticipation.
The Scottish hunter looked the French man in the eye and saw just how serious the blond was about this. He would ask why but he honestly didn't care about others personal issues.
"I've seen him only a couple of times and every time I got near em he would vanish. The damn thing would even wink and smile when he caught sight of me." Allistor said.
Francis remembered how the creature would do the very same to him in many of his hunts. Before he could even reach for his weapon the red-haired demon would be gone but not without a cocky 'nice try' wink.
"And aye. I noticed that the demon would move in broad day light so that means one thing." Allistor said with a frown.
"He made a contract with a mortal…" Francis muttered to himself narrowing his eyes. Great. Now his hunt just got a bit harder but no worries, he would kill the demon no matter. And hopefully save the human before the deal is done.
"Aye but maybe it's not to late for the human boy? I took a photo of the kid who would be at every location I saw the demon. Though it's odd how the demon and human would never interact. Not to mention the kid would glance around all paranoid and demon would hide. Seems odd that a demon would hide from his contract partner. Well anyways, here's the kids photo for ya." Allistor said reaching into his coats pocket and pulling out a flimsy piece of paper.
Francis eagerly snatched the photo and quickly studied it over. He couldn't help but to blush at the boy in the crumbled photo. The boy looked to be about 18 or maybe 19 from what he could tell. He had sunny blond hair that perfectly matched his fair yet tanned skin tone. His eyes were like sky blue orbs and were so big that were smiling along with his toothy white grin. Francis found himself smiling down at the photo in his hand. The kid looked like a happy normal college student. And beautiful one at that. Now what would this kid be doing making a contract with a demon?
The French man felt his heart tug at the thought of the happy boys soul being ripped from his chest and consumed to be forever gone. The flashy blue eyes would dual and his vibrant smile would close for forever. And worst of all, that red-haired demon would be the cause of it. No. Not again would he let this happen.
Francis carefully placed the picture of the handsome young boy into his jacket side pocket. Careful to not get any creases on the photo than there already was. How dare that Scottish man wrinkle a photo of such a handsome young boy?
"Merci mon ami. I will repay you if you are ever to visit Paris." The blond said setting a hand on the Scot who shook it off.
"If you're talking about something dirty then like fuck I'll ever visit you in France but you're welcome I guess. Just catch the damn English demon before he gets what he wants." Allistor said putting his cigar back to his mouth. "The kid looks so full of life to just have it taken." He mumbled once more from the cigar.
Francis nodded his head and tossed his cigarette bud to the ground before smashing it under his show. "Oui. Now please tell me one more thing. Where I can find this boy?"
~.oo.~
Alfred rolled in his bed from being awoken from his digital alarm clock. He eyed the clock with despair then smacked it a couple of times before it finally shut up. He smiled as he rolled back over getting comfortable under his covers to go back to sleep till the alarm turned on again making the blond jolt. "Okay, okay!" He grumbled as the sat up in bed and stretched his arms. He reached for his glasses on his bedside table and placed them lazily on his face as he stood up and stretched some more. The morning sun was gently making its was through his curtains, giving his dorm room a little visible light.
For 3 weeks now Alfred has been attending college from a scholarship he earned here in London. When he found out he got accepted he was so thrilled and that he left early to get accustomed to the new city and country. He had been a fan of England ever since the first James Bond movie he saw as a little kid. Even though he knew that London wasn't going to have constant car chases and spies jumping out of windows like in the movie, he still wanted to come and experience the city for himself.
Alfred walked over to his bathroom but managed to stub his toe into his roommates bunk. Though at the moment he still had no roommate, he wished he had. He had been one of the lucky ones that had the room all to himself because of the lack of students there was. People were jealous of his luck but he honestly thought himself as unlucky. He was hoping he would end up getting a hot bunkmate who had one of those sexy English accents.
After cussing to himself and cussing to the object that attacked his toe, he made it to the bathroom and brushed his teeth then hoped into the shower. Although he loved England and its history, he sure didn't love the weather. The weather was gloomy and it wouldn't ever stop its constant steady rain. Every now and then the sun would peak through but then disappear and laugh in his face as it hid from him behind the clouds.
While blow drying his hair he heard his cell phone ringing from his night stand. He ignored the first call but marched over there when it started to ring again.
"Hey what's up?" he cheerfully answered.
"Hello Alfred-san. I was worried when you didn't pick up on the first ring." Said Alfred's new college friend all the way from Japan. His name was Kiku and they met when Kiku ran over Alfred with his bike. Feeling so bad for what he did, he took Alfred out to dinner and they became real good friends ever since.
"Sorry bud I was drying my hair. Did ya need somethin?" Alfred asked shaking his head in attempt to air dry it.
"Just as I thought... You are still getting ready aren't you? I was afraid of that…You do realize what time it is?" Kiku asked slightly concerned.
Alfred stopped to think about it. Actually, he had no idea what time it was. "Um no but I have a feeling you do."
"Yes I do. It is 8:25 and I hope you know what that means."
Alfred dropped his phone but quickly caught it. "Oh shit I have class in five minutes! Dude why didn't you tell me sooner!" He groaned and snapped his phone shut before his Japanese friend could respond.
"What to wear, what to wear!" He panicked, rummaging through the piles of clothes that were scattered all over his dorms floor. He soon enough found a pair of blue tight-fitting jeans (he argues they aren't skinny jeans) and a simple white V-neck. He checked himself in the mirror once than bolted out his dorm room, not bothering to lock it because he didn't have time to fiddle with it.
Out his room, he sprinted down the long dorm hall, which was strangely quiet. Sharply rounding the corner he smashed into someone by accident. They both flew to the ground spilling anything that they carried. Alfred shook his head and started gathering up the others belongings quickly.
"Dude I'm so sorry! I was in a total rush and didn't even see you I swear." He apologized while continuing to pick up the others books and papers in hast.
"No need to fret lad. I should have been keeping an eye on where I was heading." The person said in an accent that quickly caught Alfred's attention.
The American stopped what he was doing and slowly looked up at the person across from him. The stranger also glanced up at that moment and kindly smiled. Alfred caught his breath then smiled in return. The man before him was so incredibly handsome that he was at loss with words. With those bright emerald eyes and ashy blond hair. Even though the guy had choppy, scruffy hair, it somehow fit him very well. But something about that hair and something about those eyes seemed uncomfortably familiar to him. Has me meet this person somewhere before maybe? Impossible. He would definitely remember a guy like this for sure! But still…
While Alfred was in awe he suddenly remembered that he was spoken to by the handsome other.
"Uh I-it's alright. But hey, have we met before? I kinda feel like I know you or have seen you somewhere before or somethin." He curiously asked turning his head to a side.
Alfred watched and could have sworn the stranger froze and twitch for a spilt second but that must have been his imagination.
"Well we do attend the same school, so that might be a factor to my familiarity perhaps." The stranger chuckled when Alfred's face turned red in embarrassment. "But it also happens to be my first day here so who knows?" The English man grinned making Alfred shiver at his tone.
They both sat on the floor and stared at each other for a moment just smiling till Alfred remembered why he hit this person in the first place. He jumped up with his books and stared down at the new student on the ground.
"Listen I'm sorry and all but I really gotta go! Uh see you around some time? OK great!" He put his thumbs up then dashed down the hall and out the dorms front doors.
The person who he smashed into continued to sit on the floor smiling wickedly till he couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. When done, he collected his belongings and stood up. Still smiling to himself, he glanced in the direction the American boy went running off to. "How interesting. This may be more fun than I thought it would be. How exciting." The blond English man grinned darkly still staring in the direction that Alfred had run off into.
AN: Oh hey everyone! If you guys haven't guessed yet that Francis is a demon hunter and WHO he's hunting then well.. Leave a review please! Would love to hear from you all about this because if not then i will be placing it in the back of my update line. (sorry). Thanks for reading and sorry for any errors.