Yo all,

I'm back with another Vampire AU! I forget if I had a dream, or read a poem (probably a dream!) that went something to the tune of this (I have a lot of reoccurring dreams were I get into really bad situations but some how manage to get out of them).

oh! BTW:

Miranda: Texas
Alejandro: Mexico
Flora: Florida

also, I never really made the setting very clear: they're in a small town in West Texas (not to be confused with the little town of West, Texas witch has one hell of a wonderful Eastern European bakery if you should ever find yourself in the area) pretty close to the boarder, right after WWI, the stock market just crashed, so the depression hasn't quite made it to the south yet and everyone's still doing pretty well, but the dust bowls right around the corner!

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we can't be oblivious, we are not ignorant
blood in our hearts and blood on our hands
we're human
we reason
we're breathing
protecting the living and dying
surviving, we're trying
to breed in safety
come home safely
Mercy screams her violent love
Justice or Mercy?
Justice or Mercy?
The dept of us created for
Justice or Mercy?

They had always been told never to go in that house. The really old Victorian mansion on the end of the lane, that sat high on a hill far back from the road that no one ever came out of or went in yet at night there was always a soft glow of light from the windows. The neighborhood kids said it was haunted. Their father told them it was structurally unstable, and condemned for demolition ant there were probably homeless people and crack heads taking shelter in the abandoned building.

But at the reckless age of 12 Miranda Fernandez Carriedo didn't care, curiously had gotten the best of her, and against her twin brother's protest she had decided she was going to find out what was really in that house!

So she pulled on the old thick leather jacket that had belonged to her grandfather, armed herself with an old crow bar, and took one of the walky-talkies, giving her brother and older sister (who had also tried to talk her youngest sibling out of her foolish ambitions, but in truth was extremely curious herself) strict instructions to run and get help if she didn't answer, and struggled over the 6-foot wall.

She fell into the over grown and dieing garden, rampant with weeds that had killed and consumed almost everything. She stepped cautiously over the roots of hundred-year-old roots, her brown eyes wide with wonder, she had never been in such a place, it was so green and old and amazing. She wasn't sure why, but she liked it!

She continued until she got to the tall ghostly mansion she stood on the front door and stared at it for a while, imagining what it was in it's glory days. She pulled the walky-talky out and checked in with her brother, before looking for a way in. all the doors and windows were locked, she sat and thought for a while getting slightly frustrated, then she had an idea.

Arthur inspected the fractured glass that lay scattered across the carpet of the library, what ever had done it was out of sight by now, but it left behind a familiar and terrifying sent. He listened hard, but couldn't even here it breathing, it had apparently been trained very well! But in made no since, they hadn't done anything wrong- or at least they hadn't gotten caught!- they shouldn't be coming after them!

Suddenly he was alerted to another presents more powerful than his own, he turned to see Francis standing in the door way.

"It's lose in the house!" Arthur explained. "I think if we split up we can-"

Francis held his hand up to silence the other, "Non! I put the boys in the sitting room, go to them, and don't leave until I come to get you!"

"No! With all do respect I can take care of myself-" Suddenly Francis was right in front of him, he grabbed the shorted blond roughly by the shoulders and pulled him into a searing kiss.

"If this thing is as strong as I think it is, then the children don't stand a chance against it, I need you to protect them!" Francis whispered against his partners lips. "Now go!"

FACE AU BTW!

"So how'd you get in?" Alejandro asked as he and Flora huddled around the walky-talky.

"How did who get into what?" the two jumped at the sound of their father's voice.

"Um…" Flora stuttered, she knew she was going to be in a lot of trouble. As the oldest it was supposed to be he job to keep the younger two out of harms way!

"Well?" Antonio replied crossing his arms over his chest "I'm waiting!"

"I broke a window!" a soft feminine voice echoed through the static of the walky-talky.

Alejandro yelped and dropped the device. "Miranda went into the hunted house!" he cried unable to keep the secret.

"Tell me you're joking!" Antonio replied, looking at his oldest child who was doing her very best to avoid eye contact. She shook her head. At that point the Spaniard went into full mother bear mode "Go home and stay there!" he hissed, "I'll deal with you later!"

He then ran full steam towards the house on the hill determined to save his youngest child from what ever terror lurked within the house!

"Miranda, you've gotta get out of there! Daddy knows!" Alejandro warned.

Miranda ignored his warning, determined to find out why exactly nobody wanted to go in this house before her father got there to punish her! She found the place strange, the out side was dilapidated and over grown, but on the inside it was well kept and clean, there wasn't a spec of dust on the ground!

"Well, you're defiantly not what I was expecting!" a smooth French voice murmured, She jumped and swung her crow bar at the apparition behind her. That proved ineffective however when the Frenchman grabbed the crow bar and wrenched it out of her hands in one fluid motion. "Come now, chere, you have to know that's not going to work!" he laughed, pushing her to the ground. "Now who brought you here?"

"What?" Miranda replied utterly confused and frankly terrified, her large brown eyes shown with tears.

"Go on, tell me were your master is, and maybe I'll kill you quickly!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Miranda whined trying to craw backwards, away from the scary man, but he stepped on her long black hair, pinning her to the ground.

"You're Master! The person who trained you to walk so silently, and breath quietly!" Francis hissed. "I won't have your kind threatening my family!"

"What's wrong with you?" Miranda cried, "I was just curious about why I wasn't allowed in the house! I didn't mean to scare you! I'll leave and never come back! I promise!"

"nice try!" he laughed, he reached down, grabbed a hand full of her hair, and pulled her to her feet "But I'm not buying your act! And if you won't tell me anything then maybe I can draw your master with your howls of pain!"

"P-please don't hurt me!" she was physically trembling, her lips quivered, and tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm sorry! I'll leave!"

Francis flinched at the display of raw and humiliating fear… maybe it was possible for her to just be a normal teenager… but then again, if a hunter actually did get a hold of her and helped her to hone her raw talent into actual skill, she would be the biggest threat to his kind since Van Helsing! And he really couldn't have that!

"Sorry, chere!" he whispered grabbing the collar of her jacket and ripping off of her like it was a piece of tissue paper and not a sturdy leather winter jacket that had lived through the Great War! "You're too dangerous!"

"W-what?"

Suddenly there was a loud splitting sound like splintering wood. Francis didn't go to investigate however he simply smiled rather smugly. "Make another move and I kill the girl!" he replied. He spun around, making Miranda trip, but he hauled her back to her feet before she knew what happened. She gasped as her eyes fell upon her father standing in the middle of the hall holding a big ass axe poised to attack. "I thought we had an agreement, Antonio! We didn't disturb the town, and you stayed away from our children!"

"She doesn't know what you are! Trust me, she meant you no harm!" Antonio hissed. "Let her go!"

"I'm afraid I can't! ignorant or not, she's still violated our agreement! Francis said in a sing sound voice, "I'm afraid you wouldn't take me seriously anymore if I didn't punish her!"

"If you kill her, I'll kill you!"

"Well, that puts us in an interesting position doesn't it?" Francis laughed. "I'd really like to see you try, actually!" He gave Miranda's hair a hard tug forcing her to expose her neck to him. "Unfortunately for you, I have no intention of giving her back!" he licked her from the edge of her collar bone to her ear making her scream out of fear "I bet you taste delicious!"

"Daddy!" Miranda cried. "What is this guy?"

"Daddy?" "Francis laughed, this did complicate things a little bit. "Ah, So that's why you're so intent on keeping this one alive! I understand…" now, Francis was not on to empathize with mortals, especially not mortals like those two, but he was also a father himself, and he could defiantly understand how distressing it would be to see one of his beloved children in the grasp of a monster such as himself! "I'll make you a deal, Hunter, I get to keep the little one-" Antonio opened his mouth in protest "But I won't kill her, and I'll leave the towns people alone, as long as you, and any other hunters you might happen to run into, promise to stay away from my home and my family"

The Spaniard gritted his teeth. He didn't really have any other choice did he?

"If we should decide to leave or for some reason fail to uphold our end of the agreement, then naturally I'll return her to you!" Francis replied.

"Are you going to hurt the people in the town if I don't stay with you?" Miranda said, her voice quiet and weak.

"Some of them!" Francis replied sweetly as if he was talking to his own child.

"And you promise not to hurt my daddy if I stay with you?"

"That's right, chere!"

Miranda swallowed hard. "I'll stay!"

"Miranda!" Antonio cried. "You don't-"

"I believe the girl has made her choice, it's time to make good on your end of the deal!" Francis interrupted, shooing the Spaniard away.

"I love you, Nina, don't forget that!" Antonio said taking a few steps backward before turning on his heels, he had a hard time taking his eyes off his youngest child, knowing that this was the last time he would ever see her.

"I love you too, Daddy!" Miranda cried a fresh stream of tears rolling down her cheeks.

Francis leaned down and bit Miranda on the crook of her neck, making the poor girl shriek in agony as for some strange reason her right eye began to burn with an unspeakable pain. She collapsed into the Frenchman's strong arms. 'Shhh… shhh… I know, it hurts, It'll pass, chere!" Francis cooed running her fingers through his hair pressing his lips against the newly formed puncture marks. He kneeled down allowing the girl to rest on the floor, he sat back and simply observed her as she whimpered and twitched in pain. He waited for her to slip into the realm of sleep before he smiled and pushed at strand of ebony hair out of the girl's eyes. "I don't think Arthur is going to like this very much!" he whispered.