Before You Read: The whole concept of vampires in this one will be different. Only reason being is because I feel that if humans and animals can evolve and change, then so can everything else. So if you have any issues with the way I perceive or see the vampire species, go away, go read twilight, go read another fanfic that is way better than mine.. just go do that. As for the rest of you, let's go!
Oh! Before I forget, these characters are not countries, they are humans(a few that is). Also, this is an obvious AU, so if you think some characters are too different and are OOC, that is all AU child. Though I do hope they are not all that OOC but oh well.. What can you do?
Lonely Men Make Lonely Wishes
Glasses shimmered and shined as the computer screens light reflected onto them. The white glow that emitted could be considered blinding, which could lead to the very reason the boy in front of the monitor wore them. He has needed them, always staying in front of the screen with hopeful, heated, depressed, or stone expressions. 'Taking away' at his keyboard, 'clicking' site to site. Multiple tabs, multiple windows at a time, trying to make the most of his time.
The boy would bit his lips occasionally, shift positions on his chair. Green chrome diopside eyes darting everywhere across the screen, reading article after post, after blog, after excerpt, after novel and so on. He has read these a multitude of times, hoping some would update, which some did. Only some. At this point in such a late night, he only wore the shirt he wore today and shorts while his boxers that had his birth place's flag imprinted were revealing. He would skip showering, only for today though.
Suddenly the boy's dark room became illuminated by a bright searing light. He covered his eyes for a moment before readjusting his eyes and trying to focus his vision at the perpetrator who decided to turn his light on. Of course, his mother. She seemed bothered, again. Yes again, this has not been the only time His mother founds the Brit in front of his computer in his dark room. She crossed her arms and frowned, tapping her foot and spoke with a very unpleased expression.
"You know Arthur, at first I used to think that when you came home, you were studying. Lately I know more and more it is just nonsense." She shook her head disapprovingly.
"Mum! You do not understand, my grades are exceptional and I practically the top in my classes! Am I not ju-" She interrupted him, like she always does.
"Once you come home, all you do is sit in front of that contraption of a 'laptop' and you would say. Never have I seen you with friends or explored your social life!"
"Mom, this is whom I am and I shall not be told who and who not to be-"Interrupted.
"I am your mother! I choose who you will grow up to be and it will not be some slacker who sits and home and does nothing all day!" She sighed and pose, silently forcing the Brit to shut his mouth. It was a rule that one was not suppose to talk back to their mother, and if one did it was to be an only one time thing.
"After dinner, I will be looking on that computer to see what sort of tomfoolery you are wasting your time with, for I see no books you work with."
"Mum, you see me come home with books every month and I read all or the ones I find suitable."
"The are all only fantasy nonsense, you can not get a good job with fantasy." Sigh " Son, I only want you to have a good future."
The Brit looked at her mother with a cross dare expression. " I shall do so with the grades I have and the life I live."
The mother spoke in a calm but obviously aggravated tone. "Then we shall discuss whether your life decisions are good or bad over dinner, and this time you shall eat at the table and not in your room."
Arthur sighed and clicked a few times to lock his computer before going, he was going to make sure she does not get it. Besides, normally she never follows through with it, but this was just an extra precaution. Standing up from his chair that he sat it and closing the laptop cover, he automatically got called out again.
"And boy, wear long pants in this house. I will not be raising some bastard queer in this house, you are a boy soon to be man. Act like one. You are 15 right, where is your girlfriend?" Silence for a moment before she sighed and spoke. "I will see you and dinner my boy". With that, the mother walked off and closed the door, most likely for Arthur to change clothes. The boy looked at his closet with saddened eyes as he ran his hand through his blonde locks- or so he wished blonde, for at the roots of his hair, he knew was red and not yellow.
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"Where have you been boy?! I never heard mum yell at you like that since you were nothing but a wee lad!" Arthur's brother exclaimed, Ethan.
"Oi! I heard her say you were wearing shorts, confused or exploring?" The older brother spoke, Alistair.
"My son will have no experimenting, he is normal, now sit."
Arthur sighed and sat down, staring at his two brothers. He thought they were old enough to leave, and they were- are. The plate was in front of him looked good- in united kingdom in general terms. It steamed and the mum was already eating. Arthur slowly ate, while his brothers went at it without hesitation. He stared at everyone at the table and suddenly spoke up when his mouth was empty, just having to say something to break the eerie silence.
"Mum, you have yet to tell me why my brothers are here. I thought they were old enough to move out and I thought they did." Arthur tilted his head as Ethan was the first to speak up.
" After I left home I landed a pretty good job my boy, I actually run a pub and it is pretty good. I came here to visit since I missed my brothers and all." His smile was soft, yet confident. He leaned back in his seat and sighed before he continued. "I am in college though, in my dorm, so I lately have not had much free time lad, sorry."
"Which is why your hair looks like a mess" Alistair retorted jokingly.
"Oh really big shot, go on, talk to the boy. I bet you won't be so outspoken then, would you?" Ethan crossed his arms and dared his expression almost aggregately at Alistair.
Alistair sighed, raking his gloved hand through his red hair before he spoke. " I did get a job, though I could not really afford a house. I used to stay with a roommate in an apartment but he moved somewhere eastern.. South? No Idea." Alistair craned back in his seat and sighed "So Ill be staying with you long enough until I can settle a place, which is not so far long from now." Alistair looked at his mother and raised his hand to indicate a number as he spoke "No more than a month? 2 tops."
The mother nodded and continued to eat peacefully, so did the rest of them. After so, the mother put up the dishes and went to wash right away, leaving the trio of brothers to sit and chat. Arthur shifted uncomfortably in his seat, in silence. Alistair seemed to be flipping through his phone as if he had got a text. Ethan, was more so looking around the house as if it had changed a lot, which it did. Arthur looked at his brothers and spoke.
"So.. How's Grainne?" Arthur adjusted his glasses, which he really did not need now but he kept them nonetheless.
Ethan was the frist to respond. "Oh, she is fine. She went to a whole new location to do college there, last I heard from her was that she was having a bumpy road." He looked down at the table, appearing rather down about it.
"O-Oh.. How about Dylan? Is he-" Alistair instantly interrupted Arthur, automatically knowing his words of choice.
"He's finished high school and hit a very simple store job. He isn't doing college or trying to do any higher job. Says the simplicity is golden.." Alistair's eyes kept on his phone, not a glance up or nothing. Feeling ignored, and not taking the tone of the room so much, Arthur's muscles tensed as he was in the process of getting up and walking right out of the room but Ethan's voice called him.
"What's wrong with you boy!? Last time I was here you didn't wear glasses." Ethan boasted out in concern.
Arthur stumbled to find words for Ethan's sudden outburst, then suddenly he found the words when he snapped back to reality after a few minuets of distant starring. "Mum says my condition of my eyes went bad from all the direct starring at my computer and all the reading in the dark. She noticed when I had to squint to read a label for her in a clothes store."
Alistair finally looked up but had nothing to say, or more so he was just listening rather than speaking. However, Ethan pestered some more, just wanting to know more. It typically is not like him to last once and not get a full story unless he feels that there is all he needs to know. "What the hell were you staring at so long on the computer for boy?"
"Reading about myths, creatures, the life that people tend to pretend doesn't exist" Arthur responded with a stone expression.
Alistair gave a questioning look at Arthur before speaking out, practically inserting himself in the conversation and might as well be taking Ethan's place. "For.. For a school project?"
Arthur gave an offended expression before crossing his arms with a daring glare. "No.. for my self, my own personal research to find out what is true and what is not true."
"Kid.. I know we read those kinds of stories to you when you were nothing but a lad but, those don't exist-" Interrupted.
"How dare you! Everything happens for a reason! People who murder for 'no reason' internally just did not like humanity, wanted to taste death, or were just really anger! People who claim to be 'random' do it for their friend's laughter, for the sake of the title 'random' or for boredom! Everything, everything happens for reasons!" By this time, Arthur had stood up with his voice booming and gaining the full attention of the others in the house.
"That being said, why would people claim for there to be mythical creatures but there be none as they said? Besides, what happened to the saying that goes something like 'with every myth there is a grain of truth'? Something to that affect. Nonetheless, I know they are real, they have to be! The only reason you people don't see them is because you are so oblivious and pretend like they don't! Therefore you assume everyone is like you and you completely pass up the actual true interesting ones out there!"
"Arthur, honey, I think that is enough for today. How about you go to your room?" The mother intervened. Though by words, it sounded like she suggested when she really was just commanding him to go to his room. The boy looked at his brothers and then his mother before realizing he was defeated. He sighed and went to his room, slamming the door with a loud BOOM.
The adults looked at their mother, she looked more tired than normal. He held her hands together in front of her and walked out of the kitchen before pausing to stare at her oldest sons. "He is fine, it is just a phase. He'll grow out of it shortly, surely."
With that she went to her own room, most likely to read the bible early before she slept, as if to ask for guidance. Ethan gave his brother a look before trying to give a change of subject to clear the gloomy atmosphere. Hopefully the two would have a hopeful conversation before bidding each other farewell and heading in for the night.
Arthur pressed his back hard against the door, biting his bottom lip hard as he tried to stifle his cries. They just did not understand! Instead of trying to see through his eyes and see where he stands, they'd rather crumble the floor and let him fall. He was suppose to submit and allow the world and other's ideas lead him and tell him what to do. He was Arthur E. Kirkland! As hell he'd let them lead him. Straight A's and skipped grades for fucks sake! 15 and in his last year of High school? He is bloody fucking genius! Nerdy.. But a genius.
Locking his door and walking a B-line straight for his laptop that was on his computer desk, he went right back to going through the process of unblocking his computer. The boy would bit his lips occasionally, shift positions on his chair. Green chrome diopside eyes darting everywhere across the screen, reading article after post, after blog, after excerpt, after novel and so on. He has read these a multitude of times, hoping some would update, which some did. Only some. He'd show them wrong. Just bet, they'd be wrong.
