Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.
Helloo guys! :'D
As you are probably aware, this story got deleted a little while back due to the fact that the rating was not suitable or some BS OTL. I did try and get the story back but my emails have been ignored (twice!) so I'm just like FUCK IT (oooh look, I used a BAD WORD, sue me!) and I've decided to reupload. I dunno if you guys still care about this, but I'm reuploading anyway. The rest of the chapters are still on my deviantART but I'm putting it back here anyway because of reasons... and stubbornness.
Anyways, enjoy... again :'D
Chapter 1.
"Ve, Lovi! Why do we have to walk so fast?" Feliciano whined as he tried to catch up with his brother. Lovi... or Lovino, as he preferred to be called, huffed from a few paces away from his whining younger twin and replied haughtily, "Because it's dark, cold and I'm hungry damnit! Now hurry the fuck up! I'm not waiting for you again!"
The other Italian brother hurried to catch up and he fell in step with Lovino. He nervously looked at the other male and despite his bad mood, he struck up conversation, "Ve, Lovi! Don't you think it was nice that we got let off work early tonight? That means I get to talk to Ludwig longer—"
"Why do you still talk to that bastard?" Lovino asked with a scowl. He really didn't like his brother's new boyfriend Ludwig. He hated him from day one... the moment he heard that ridiculous German accent, the Italian decided he loathed him. He absolutely loathed him and no whining Feliciano did could ever change his mind. Not now, not ever- his mind was made up and he decided that he would hate the man forever and always.
"Because he's nice and he looks after me! He can be mean sometimes but he can be nice most of the time," Feliciano gushed happily and he now had a slight spring in his step. Lovino raised an eyebrow at his brother's behaviour and he sighed.
"He's a stupid potato bastard and I hate him. I don't know why you like him so much..."
"I told you, fratello!" Feliciano smiled happily, almost dreamily, "He's nice to me and he's really good in bed! He—"
"Feliciano!" Lovino shouted and clamped his hands over his ears, "I did NOT need to know that!"
Feliciano blinked but shrugged it off. Lovino walked a faster and kept his hands over his ears as he did so. When he noticed that Feliciano was lagging behind, he removed his hands from his ears and he looked behind him, "Feliciano! Hurry up! I'm not waiting for you! Do you want to get kidnapped?"
The threat of this seemed to scare the younger twin and he hurried to the safety of his brother's side.
"You won't let them, right fratello?" he asked, his amber eyes wide. Lovino snorted.
"I might... if you carry on talking about the kraut like that..."
"You're so grumpy, Lovi..." Feliciano stated and moved closer to his brother, "You should smile more."
"Fuck you."
The two brothers rounded a corner and walked down the small street. The two of them lived together in a small apartment and neither of them could afford anything better. Their grandfather had recently passed away and he'd left them some money but the family was poor anyway so it wasn't much. Lovino, being the oldest, took responsibility of the money and kept it locked away, using it only to help them pay the bills and rent. The brothers worked in a pasta restaurant not far from where they lived- a fifteen minute walk at the most- and it was that money that enabled them to have a social life... well, Feliciano anyway. Lovino didn't make friends easily so he usually just stayed home.
Lovino punched the code to the door and pushed it open. He and Feliciano walked to the elevator and he pressed the button to their floor. As they stepped into the elevator, he tuned out Feliciano's constant chatter about Ludwig and pasta... he sighed and looked at the wall ahead of him, wishing the fucking elevator would hurry up.
When it finally reached their floor, Lovino pulled his brother out of the elevator and walked to their apartment. He sighed; from his left he could hear a heated argument between the couple that lived a few doors away from them. He could hear the British male shouting all sorts of obscenities and his American partner shouting back that he didn't have a clue what he was saying.
"Ve... it's such a shame they argue all the time," Feliciano sighed as he and Lovino reached their apartment. Lovino unlocked the door for them both and walked inside. Tossing his jacket on the chair, he snorted at Feliciano's statement.
"Yeah, well... they'll shut up eventually..." he said and moved to the kitchen area to get himself something to drink. Feliciano was about to answer when his pocket started to vibrate. He retrieved his phone and looked at the ID before smiling happily, "It's Ludwig!" he squealed in delight and answered the phone in a bright tone, "Ciao Ludwig! ...Ve, work was good... si... si... really...?" Lovino tuned him out again as Feliciano wandered around the apartment talking then to his room.
Lovino was left alone again and he was greeted with silence. The clock on the kitchen wall ticked loudly and eventually it started to irritate him, "Shut the fuck up..." he muttered but the clock continued to tick away, mocking him somewhat. He scowled at it and decided that sitting around here wouldn't help so he walked back to his room and slammed the door. An angry shout emitted from the apartment next door. Stupid Turkish bastard... Lovino could slam his door if he wanted to.
He flopped down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. He couldn't help but wonder if his life was supposed to be this boring. Sure, he could go out and hit on girls- they loved him and were always besotted with him- but whenever his temper took a turn for the worst, their interest soon disappeared. Lovino rolled his eyes and sat up once again. Life was so fucking boring!
Lovino had work again the next night. This was one of those shifts he didn't share with Feliciano and to be honest, he was glad. Feliciano's constant chatter drove him crazy and he had to live with the guy! He honestly didn't know how he was still sane after all this time.
"Fratello, I'm leaving!" he called as he grabbed his bag. He heard Feliciano shout something in return, but he didn't stick around to continue listening to the rest. He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the apartment. The British man from across the hall had stopped shouting an hour ago and everything was quiet as Lovino walked to the elevator. He pressed the button form the ground floor and when it finally stopped he walked out of the apartment building and down the street.
He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and huffed as he walked into the cool night. The sun had just set but the sky was still alight with that reddish-pink glow. Lovino found himself looking up at it, wondering how beautiful it looked—he blinked as his thoughts stopped short. Why the fuck did he just think of something like that? He shook his head as he cursed under his breath. He kicked a stone down the narrow street and continued to do so as he turned a corner.
He stopped short, and to be honest Lovino didn't know how it happened, but before he knew what was going on, someone stepped out a few metres away from him. He couldn't make out the person's features just yet, as he wasn't close enough but he did take a few steps back.
Shit, was he going to get robbed? Or perhaps his fate would be worse?
"Who the fuck are you?" he asked harshly. He got ready to run; there was no way he was going to take on someone who could potentially hurt him more! However the reply he got was not one he was expecting.
"Aw, that's not very nice!" the man replied in a clear Spanish accent. Lovino narrowed his eyes but kept his distance. He couldn't pass him without getting too close- the street was too narrow- so he would have to wait for the man to move... but he didn't look as though he were going to.
"I didn't say I was fucking nice, you bastard! Now move so I can pass!" Lovino spat, but the man refused to move. In fact, he started to move closer, "Hey!" Lovino snapped and took a step back. He blinked and his breath caught in his throat when the man was now inches away from him. How did he...?
There was no other way to describe this man other than beautiful. His skin was tan and his green eyes sparkled. His wavy brown hair lifted slightly with the soft evening breeze. Even in the shadows, the Italian could see that the man was smiling... and he noticed a set of very long and very sharp canine teeth.
Lovino's eyes widened and when he attempted to take another step back, the man pushed him up against the wall. The Italian struggled but the man held him firmly against the hard concrete building and now Lovino was starting to get irritated.
"Let me go! If you're going to rob me, just fucking do it!"
The man blinked and tilted his head to the side almost innocently. Then he smiled again. It was bright and happy and Lovino may have liked it if the man didn't have those sharp teeth.
The Spaniard leaned in and without a word, he inhaled deeply. Lovino found himself blushing; just what the fuck was this guy doing. Lovino was scared... like, actually shitting himself standing here while this random stranger took in his scent. He wanted to push him away... fuck, he wanted to push him away so bad but his body froze and his muscles wouldn't respond. He could only stare wide eyed at the man as he inhaled again. When he finally moved away, he continued to smile and Lovino found his voice.
"What the fuck was that?"
"My name's Antonio, what's yours?" the Spanish man asked happily. He continued to keep Lovino pinned to the wall but he offered his free hand to shake. Lovino just stared at him. You have to be fucking kidding, right? Was this guy for real?
"Seriously... I don't know what the fuck you've been smoking but Halloween isn't for another five months!" he snapped and struggled against the Spaniard- Antonio's- ridiculously strong hold. He was only holding him with one hand and even that felt as though something might break. Antonio's green eyes sparkled and he took a step closer.
"I saw you yesterday," he smiled, "With who I presumed was your brother—"
"If you go anywhere near Feliciano I will rip your fucking balls off!"
Antonio flinched, both at the threat and the tone of voice the angry Italian male had adopted. Still, after a moment he started to smile again, "I don't want your brother. I want you... only you. Lovino..."
"How the fuck do you know my name?" Lovino demanded and Antonio merely smiled that bright, cheerful smile of his.
"I saw your name tag!" he grinned and Lovino looked down at his shirt and cursed loudly.
"Fuck you! Just... just get out of here and leave me alone!"
Antonio's eyes darkened slightly and Lovino felt his blood run cold, "I can't do that," the Spaniard said quietly. He began to lean in and Lovino's heart began to pound in his chest. Just what the hell had he gotten himself into? As he watched Antonio move closer, the Italian instinctively plunged his hand into his bag and shoved the tomato he was supposed to have on his break into Antonio's mouth and watched him with wide eyes.
The Spanish man... or whatever he was, just stared at him in shock with the tomato lodged in his mouth. Some of the juice from the red fruit started to drip down his chin and it was then that the Spaniard decided it would be a good idea to remove it. He kept Lovino pinned to the wall and with his free hand he reached up and took hold of the tomato. Lovino watched as the man before him chewed the food substance and swallow. He licked his lips them grinned brightly, "I love tomatoes!" he stated happily and took another bite. Lovino couldn't believe this was happening. This was just NOT happening.
"Give that back, bastard!" he snarled but Antonio held the tomato out of his reach. He pouted, "But why, Lovi? You gave it to me!"
"What did you just call me?" Lovino hissed and tried to shove at him. Antonio just smiled brightly.
"Lovi!"
"No! No no no no! That is NOT my name! My name is Lovino! Lov-i-no! Did you get that or are you too fucking stupid?"
"No, I know your name! I just think Lovi sounds cuter!" Antonio said sweetly but in return for that statement, Lovino tried to punch him. Antonio grabbed his wrist and pinned it above his head forcefully.
"Play nice," he smiled and leaned in again. Moving an arm around Lovino's waist, he kept him against the wall as he slowly brushed his lips against the soft skin of his neck. The Italian began to tremble. He didn't know what was happening and he didn't know why, but he was powerless to stop it. Antonio moved slightly and when he found the spot he was looking for, Lovino could feel him smile against his skin. He felt the smoothness of a tongue sweep across his neck and before he could fight down a blush, a sharp pain engulfed him. He gasped and squirmed but Antonio held him firm. Then Lovino felt a strange sensation... he didn't quite know how to describe it. That was when he realised that Antonio was drinking something and he felt as though his energy was being drained from him.
"What the...?" he managed to whisper but the Spanish man removed his hand from his wrist and pressed a finger to his lips as he continued sucking. Lovino felt weak. He didn't understand... his brain would not allow him to and he could do nothing to stop it. His knees felt weak and they wanted to buckle from the sheer shock and stress he was under.
Antonio continued for a few more minutes before he pulled away. Lovino felt an ache of pain as the sharp teeth were removed from his skin and he felt Antonio lick over the wound. He moved away, removing his arms from around him and he looked at the Italian, "I knew you'd be tasty," he commented with a smile, "I'll be back..."
"...the fuck?" Lovino mumbled as he held a hand over the wound on his neck. Antonio merely nodded as he took a few steps back and disappeared all together. Lovino continued to tremble and he shakily moved himself to sit on the floor.
That man... that fucking creepy man just drank his blood. He just cornered him, and preyed on him. He just drank his fucking BLOOD. Lovino refused to believe in such nonsense... well, he used to believe in such nonsense until tonight. He looked up at the sky and ignored the stinging sensation on his neck. Confused was not the word. In fact, he didn't know how feel about this whole thing. He just didn't know.
When he found the will power and strength to move, he hauled himself to his feet and took a shaky step forward. Then another and another and he found himself walking back home. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone then dialled the number for his workplace.
"Ciao boss... it's Lovino... si, I won't be able to work tonight..."
Feliciano had been worried when Lovino arrived home looking like he'd seen a ghost. He slowly approached him and asked with a worried frown, "Ve, are you alright fratello?"
Lovino looked over at his brother and with a grunt, he nodded and walked towards his room, "Si... just leave me alone," he muttered and walked inside and closed the door behind him. He pushed the lock in place and slid down the door to the floor and buried his face in his hands. He didn't know what to do. His stomach was in knots; what did Antonio mean by 'see you next week'? Was he going to come here... but that was impossible, right? Unless he followed them home the previous night... he did mention he saw his brother. Shit...
That meant that both he and his brother were in danger. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't tell Feliciano what had happened. Imagine how well that would go down!
Hey fratello, I don't mean to worry you but a fucking VAMPIRE may be after me!
Yeah... that totally wouldn't freak him out.
Lovino finally stood and walked to his mirror. He removed his collar from his neck and he flinched at the wound Antonio had left. There were two small puncture wounds on the right side of his neck and around them was what looked like bruising. Lovino could have laughed; the bastard decided to give him a hickey too? Thanks a bunch Antonio.
He huffed and walked to his bed. He removed his clothes and climbed inside the covers and pulled them over his head. He didn't know what to think and he didn't know what to do. He took deep breaths and he tried to calm the panic but the strange feeling in his stomach didn't leave.
He closed his eyes and tried to block out the night's events but he was greeted by a man with shining green eyes and unusually sharp teeth.
