A/N: Full Summary:
Alfred F. Jones is a man who was destined to die a long time ago, and to fill his excessive free time, he works at a hospital. Well, its mostly for a different reason- to give him sustenance for his immortal existence. This is because Alfred F. Jones, a man born in 1620's Massachusetts, had been transformed into a vampire shortly after his 19th birthday. In the modern era, not quite yet 400 years after his "death", his path collides with Arthur Kirkland, a human of 24 years of age and a law enforcer. And who is Alfred to not indulge his sexual tastes in human men?
However, love between a human and a vampire is taboo-and as Francis had told him many years before, something always goes wrong when they love one another. And, as time wears on, Alfred becomes uncertain if his affection for Arthur are truly lustful anymore- and if they aren't, what can the vampire do to prevent the tragedy meant to follow? (USUK, sex scenes, and alfred is definitely more along the lines of a traditional vampire and so death + violence ensues)
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What even was life at this point? He continually heard people saying that the beating of a heart was what symbolized life, and yet, he personally knew so many cases of a lifeless existence with that ticking time bomb in one's chest. Just as well, there were many cases of those who lacked the necessary quality in the eyes of medical science, who- if they were put on a table and treated by doctors, would have their death certificates announced even while they were still very much alive and present. In the end, he couldn't quite say that a heartbeat defined life- it certainly didn't define his own, that was perhaps the only certain item in his life.
Perhaps he shouldn't try to have all that much of an existential crisis- he would be playing into all the right stereotypes for a creature of his nature when he started having "brooding" thoughts questioning the meaning of his continued existence, if he didn't simply refer to it as his continued life. Much as prescribed in the novel of the Picture of Dorian Grey, humans were always so much more accepting of a monster in man's clothes if it looked angelic and kind- rather than one who played into what women sexually desired in entirely fictional situations.
And he was stalling, wasn't he? His name was Alfred F. Jones- and he was currently employed as a volunteering assistant in a hospital, doing whatever work was needed in the surplus of spare time he had available to him. It truly wasn't much, but he felt compelled to do something with himself on top of meeting his basic needs in order to sustain himself, as he currently existed. He had plenty of time as well- a boast that no human could ever attest to- and he had claimed as such for many, many centuries.
And that was because Alfred F. Jones had been turned into a vampire a several hundred years- even before the Seven Years War had come along to change the path of the country he was so attached to, as he had been born and raised in Colonial America- specifically, the vampire had been born human in Puritanical Massachusetts at the Plymouth colony, in the year 1620- and transformed into this beast shortly after his 19th birthday in late July, 1639.
Being a vampire of and for his beloved America, Alfred had gone to war after war in the name of the Stars and Stripes since the beginning of his existence- from the French and Indian war, to the Revolution, all the way to World War Two, and Vietnam.
However, since Alfred wasn't that big of a fan of going to war for his country any longer- he had since needed to find a new source of sustenance for his vampiric tendencies.
War was traditionally a very good way to find people to drink from, and it had been his most common choice of…dining since he was turned into this beast. The only reason he had stopped was because even though he was getting to be rather old and he was still only growing in power, he wasn't yet immune to the sunlit desert of the Middle East where his country had found itself quagmire in. In short words, if he went there, the only thing that would likely happen would be his burning from the sun and bursting into flames, before death finally came to the near-immortal man.
Hence, why Alfred was here, stealing a bite to eat from patients every now and again.
And so, with his "vintage" bomber jacket (he claimed belonged to his grandfather, but it was a remnant of his life during the second world war) and his dog tags sitting on his neck (if humans looked close enough, they would see the date on them to be 1973, not any time in the 2000's) Alfred simply got back to work, hiding his fanged smile behind tight lips, his need to feed causing his more monstrous traits to appear more readily if he didn't consciously think about hiding them from the unsuspecting human population.
And in the grand design of the universe, which clicked and steamed along despite how humans sought to change it- yet another person had become fated to meet the mysterious Alfred F. Jones.
Arthur hated hospitals. The sterile smell that hung in the air, the stale aroma of the hospital food, and a disconcerting atmosphere that screamed disease and death despite the fact of the hospital's purpose being to heal the sick and the injured.
As it was, the man- for all of his complaints- was forced to remain in the stretcher that they had wheeled him into the deathtrap on, the straps across his chest ensuring that he obeyed that order despite how unhappy he was with his current arrangement. They had only strapped him down after Arthur had tried to run, the fucking bastards. Of course he wanted to run- he just wanted to go home. It made perfect sense.
However, now that he was here, he needed to escape. His green eyes scrolled about, taking in his surroundings while he ignored the thumping of his head the best he could- a task that was simply becoming more and more difficult despite Arthur's internalized belief that he was just fine, thank you very much.
The man, Arthur Kirkland, was a police officer and he had entered a conflict with a juvenile that was far too aggressive for his liking earlier that day. After an exchange of some choice words the young man lunged for him and from there on it was a flurry of fists and shots of adrenaline, and Arthur ended up here while the teen had managed to give him and his useless partner the slip because his partner had been "Worried" about Arthur.
In his once over of the room, Arthur noticed a man wearing a strange jacket immediately, as it was extremely out of place in a hospital, and he quickly whistled to the fellow wearing it. "Oi, lad. Do a man a favor and unbuckle me, I'm fine. There are awfully pushy nurses here."
He heard the human calling for him, and his nose inhaled deeply to scent out the human. He had dried blood on his form, both his own and another's who was not here with him. And Alfred was rather curious as to why the human was whistling to him as though he was some sort of dog- though he didn't yet take offense at the sound.
"Yes, they always are rather forceful, aren't they?" Alfred asked rhetorically in order to agree with him, smiling enigmatically at the man as the vampire turned around to see him better. "And I am terribly sorry to say this- but I cannot unbuckle you, sir." The vampire walked over to him, essentially perched on the edge of his bed. "I am no doctor, but I am a volunteer at this place, and I don't particularly want to get in trouble with them for letting you go." He sighed. "Although, I would loathe being in your position- in the literal sense. You might say I am metaphorically in your spot." He grinned, his fangs hidden for the moment- though he absently imagined that his canines probably looked a bit sharper than they should, but he also found it hard to care. "What I mean is, my hands are tied- it's a joke."
Upon hearing that his freedom was not guaranteed with this young man, Arthur's natural stern and unimpressed expression returned, and his lips formed into a slight pout. However, his attention was snatched away by the sheer looks of the man, and he found himself staring at this unnaturally beautiful being before him even as he attempted to maintain his look of contempt that was only appropriate for the situation he was currently in…but…
The man's eyes were a shade of blue so bright they looked as though they glowed. His skin was firmly muscled and clear of imperfections, and overall reminded Arthur more of marble statues of ancient Gods than any man walking around on this Earth today. "Why are you in here?" The God that stood before him asked in interest, breaking the silence that had descended upon them.
Arthur hadn't been incredibly focused on his words, more so the glowing eyes and his impeccable features. In comparison to him, Arthur's messy sandy hair and dark green eyes were a joke. Realizing with sudden and furious embarrassment that he had been asked a question and hadn't answered due to his inappropriate staring- Arthur cleared his throat and averted his gaze away from the incredibly handsome man. His hands went to nervously fiddle with his tie but found the restrictive buckles stopped any movement- and his ire quickly grew back enough to give him his voice once more.
"I was in the middle of arresting a hooligan when the bastard got me over the head." Arthur began with mild irritation, reclining his head back down on the stretcher. "Got knocked to the ground, and hit my head hard on the curb." He tilted his head to show a patch of blood staining his blonde hair. "Of course there is a bruise or two, but nothing so terrible it is worth being hospitalized for. Surely- you can let me slip through?"
"I highly doubt that would be appropriate." Alfred sighed, pretending to feel sorry for the human, leaning in to get a better look at him. The vampire had to admit- he had a rather consistent thing for blonde men with green eyes, and the human clearly seemed enchanted with Alfred's own looks- but that wasn't all that of an uncommon occurrence with those like Alfred, and it was certainly more commonplace than Alfred finding himself this taken with a human. He usually kept his sexual encounters to other vampires, whenever he happened upon them, though he was known to take the occasional human partner as well. It often went hand in hand with him drinking from them.
"Is your tie too tight?" Alfred flirted lightly with the human, leaning in a bit closer to the man's face sexily. "This is my job, after all... to help patients." He breathed a bit onto his face, ghosting his warm skin subtly. Though it was true that the motion wasn't actually necessary. But, humans did seem to find it freaky when he didn't breathe. And through years of experience, he had found that it was far better for them to assume he was human like them. Human's feeble minds didn't handle much the concept of there being superior beings to themselves- and so would, panic, flee, or kill the vampire in question. In olden times they had good reason to do it, but as the world turned to the 20th and 21st century…there wasn't really a need to kill the vampires anymore, since they were so few and far between.
When the distance between them both began to shrink, Arthur's expression tightened and he watched Alfred carefully. His eyes widened slightly when it became too small and he squirmed a little, soon nodding. "Yes, but it's something I can ignore until I'm free to go." He said after swallowing thickly. The volunteer was certainly a strange man, but he had to expect it with him being so attractive. There had to be a catch to the handsome people of the world- to make it fair to everyone else. There always was something more to people who looked that good, and it could be that Alfred was simply a bit creepy.
The vampire pulled away quickly, smiling at him a bit more tamely, seeing as his oppressive flirtation wasn't getting him anywhere with the human. "What's your name, Mr. Officer?" He asked with more mild sexual implications in his current look than the one he had been donning before. "And, I assume if they didn't let you walk after the accident, they have reasonable cause to keep you here."
The police officer had to swallow again, much to his distaste, before he found his voice again. "Arthur Kirkland." He mumbled, and managed to establish eye contact again. At least there were some benefits to the hospital. Arthur snorted at the question, and tried to make it seem like it was nothing for show. "I lost my balance once and they went mental."
That was the abridged version, at least. Arthur, following his altercation with the violent youth- had lost consciousness when his head struck the ground for a few moments, only for him to come to and try and chase down the offender. That brief debacle resulted in him falling against a fence, and his partner calling an ambulance. An idea struck Arthur. "Couldn't you treat me so I could be on my way?"
Alfred laughed, this time good-naturedly. "Of course not. I have not a single bit of medical knowledge." He admitted freely, and even though he extremely doubted the human's story, he didn't have all that great knowledge of how to treat concussions or other brain injuries.
But, as it stood, he had a rather firsthand, and intimate knowledge of the human's cardiovascular system, and Arthur's had strange blood flow in his cranial cavity, but he wasn't going to mention that to him since he had no basis for it, at least, not yet, as it required medical information to know that- medical information which Alfred most certainly should lack.
His focus on the humans food-filled cardiovascular system left the vampire a bit dazed for a moment, feeling the pounding lifeblood in the body of the unassuming human and feeling his own hunger biting at the nib inside of him, pressuring Alfred to take as he pleased from the human. He was hungry, and Arthur was food. Just a moment longer, he reminded himself. Good things come to those who wait.
"Concussions are nothing to scoff at." The vampire said slowly with a tight-lipped smile, his fangs harder to hide as his hunger gnawed at his insides, burning up his humanity, morals, only suppressed with Alfred's own sureness that it would be easier to get away with it if he waited only a little while longer- there would be time to eat later, a time where it would be less suspect for him to do so. "There is…a lot of damage that you cannot necessarily see, and that can be dangerous." He said, holding up his tags and shaking them. "After all, why do you think I'm working here now, Officer Kirkland?" He asked, letting the man assume from his muscular build and military get up what he was trying to imply.
Most people seemed to understand that he was alluding to having served in the military. It wasn't an inherently wrong assumption, and it was no more untruthful than his claim that his past service was why he was serving here. They usually assumed it was because of his "guilt" or something along those lines, and that he had served in Iraq or Afghanistan, where there was an unusual amount of soldiers winding up in hospitals with brain injuries. The vampire hadn't served since Vietnam's end- and he felt little to no guilt over wars and killing humans any longer.
"Blast." Arthur grumbled, and went to fold his arms in his usual, displeased manner (An unfortunate habit that made him look like a pouting child more often than not), but remembered with irritation that he was restrained when he attempted the motion. That elicited a growl of frustration, and he purposely smacked his head against the headrest in protest.
Yes, he had to close his eyes for a second and yes, the thumping of his head only worsened, but it made him feel a little better - mentally, anyway. He heard the jingle of the dog tags and he looked over them carefully. "Oh... I see." He said after a while, and cast his gaze downwards. Arthur muttered an apology, only to remember another thing. "Do pardon my rudeness, I never asked for your name." He replied, and looked up to Alfred.
"It's Alfred F. Jones." He said calmly, shrugging, his eyes shifting to look at the higher ups approaching the man and smirking a bit the expression strangely tight-lipped. "Doctors look like they're coming over to examine you, I'll run off and get you a pillow, Officer Kirkland, since you seem so incredibly adamant on making your head injury worse." The vampire waved a bit, walking off to go grab him a pillow and wait for the doctors examination to be over, sitting on an empty intake bed in the ER by where Arthur was being looked at by the staff.
Arthur scowled at the remark and muttered a goodbye to the jovial man. Smug lad he was, but it was nice to have that relief from the pain. He did the polite thing and greeted the doctor, albeit in a grumpy tone, and waited for him to do all his little procedures. The doctor made jokes about the restraints, which weren't welcomed by the officer, and he simply grunted or remained silent during every comment.
After grabbing his pillow, Alfred leaned back on the bed, watching the affair with the doctors and their unruly, unhappy patient. From here, he could smell every single one of the people in the ER's facility. Arthur's wasn't the strongest scent right now, no, but he stood out well enough since Alfred had placed a partly metaphorical, partly literal target on the human's back. And that was what kept Alfred's senses sharply on the human he desired.
Until such a point that he could feed, Alfred had to block out the smell of the young woman three beds over who was bleeding from multiple stab wounds, maintaining his composure rather well. However, the smell of blood did remind the creature that he thirsted for blood- and also that he was faced with an abundance of options here.
However, he just had picked one that he liked- and that was Arthur. The human was a very good choice for feeding from the start- a head injury was so incredibly easy to take advantage of, since when Alfred erased their memory of the incident, their memory loss went hand in hand with the fact they had brain damage and could potentially have memory trouble.
The diagnosis was exactly what he had expected of a fall like the one this afternoon, and after a little treatment to the small wound, he attempted to be on his way. However, he was stopped when it was known he didn't have someone at home to wake him every few hours to ensure he wouldn't fall into a coma.
"You'll just stay here for tonight, for safety's sake." The doctor said firmly, and Arthur sighed. He was taken from the ER, and was brought to reception to be relocated to another wing of the hospital.
Alfred followed him, talking kindly to the nurse- who was an older woman that clearly had a crush on the vampire. They conversed over Arthur, and brought him to the back end of the hospital, it felt like from all the walking and pushing of his confinement of a stretcher.
However, Arthur had no idea who was following them, only able to look up and to each side, his head against the stretcher.
The curious nature of his gaze disappeared when he recognized the man coming up beside him, and he raised an eyebrow as the door shut behind them, the nurse taking her leave.
"Well, alone at last." Alfred laughed as the nurse left the vampire to the task of moving the man into his hospital bed. "Now that they've looked at you, please don't run off on me, since you have permission to be unrestrained, but if you try to leave, you'll need to be restrained once again." He informed him duly, unbuckling his restraints before he gestured to the bed, trying to gauge if Arthur wanted or, perhaps more accurately, needed his help.
"If I knew any better, I'd swear you want me to be stuck in this hellhole." Arthur replied to the spiel, and took joy in being able to stretch out his limbs. He reached his hands high into the air and inflated his chest, soon making a satisfied noise.
"If you need help, don't be afraid to ask me, I'm stronger than I appear." The vampire reminded with a wink. It was extremely amusing to the vampire to continuously tell humans precisely what he was with direct hints, but never actually say it. Even if he did, he doubted any human today would believe him.
Arthur was a little startled by the wink, he again looked away and became fixated with the window. "Well, I'll definitely let you know. Despite me being a rat bag, they gave me someone nice to tend to me. It's certainly odd."
The man was hooked up to a heart monitor, and Alfred's own senses were matched by the screen, the sound of the beeping subtly annoying since he could hear just fine the pounding of his heart inside the human. "And, as you know, be sure to actually eat and drink, or we'll force you to be hooked up to a IV." He informed him as he finished getting everything settled for the man.
Arthur rolled his eyes as the lecture continued, and he folded his arms across his torso. "What am I, a child? I understand, Jones."
"Then get up and switch from the stretcher to the bed." Alfred quipped with a smirk. "The nurses would be rather glad to have it back after all." And, Alfred laughed to himself in quiet amusement. He did want him stuck in this place- more than Arthur could possibly know. He discreetly licked his lips at the smell of Arthur's continued bleeding, his blood becoming more tempting to him than before, especially because now, they were alone. The danger of getting caught had decreased until it was almost not a risk at all.
But, for the moment, Alfred waited patiently. Patience was his game, after all- it was why he had lasted so long from the time he had been 19 and a Frenchmen shot a hole through his chest, and then drank his blood and had sex with his dying body, not quite 400 years ago now.
Being turned was an incredibly strange experience, but Alfred wasn't complaining any longer. He had seen more than he had ever thought he would, growing up as he did in a Puritan colony- plus, he didn't see Francis that often anymore if he saw the man at all. "As for your comment about my attending you- I don't think it's odd at all. It's not as though they assign me to people, I go and help patients as I choose here."
Growling loudly, Arthur hopped off the stretcher in a quick movement, but found himself reaching a hand out to the wall to steady himself after such a sudden change in his position. With some quiet cuss words, he removed his hand and walked in a somewhat straight line to the bend and clambered in.
Perhaps he was underestimating his concussion a little.
Arthur reluctantly sat up though, once he remembered his uniform, and he at the very least wanted to remove the hot and stuffy shirt. With careful movements, he loosened his tie and removed it from his neck, and clumsily unbuttoned the long sleeved shirt. Once he finished the task, he hung it up on the bed frame and remained in his singlet and trousers.
Arthur was toned and there was underlying muscle, but wasn't nearly as defined as Alfred was. "Oh, so you personally just want to stay with the grumpy cop? I'm touched." Arthur teased, and swung his legs up onto the bed and from there, under the sheets.
Alfred shrugged, pulling the sheets up over his chest and patting his shoulder. "Hmm…Perhaps." He replied, enjoying the show of Arthur's physique. His human stink was almost worth ignoring for the time being, but not quite. Most humans smelt of things other than blood- sweat and the like, and in all honesty, he even smelled when people didn't wipe as well as they should- an unpleasant experience that wasn't quite like any other. Even without smelling that, humans stunk it up. It was like being around cows all the time- except, he didn't have to clean up manure no matter how terribly it smelled, and he would be condemned if he ate one in public. And it only smelled this bad when he was this hungry- so he really should just get on with it and stop playing with his food.
"Perhaps I'm expecting something out of it." The vampire teased right on back, unabashedly honest with the man once more, though he knew that Arthur was going to completely miss the hint Alfred was actually dropping for him again. Though, if his human prey took well to the idea of sex- the other option that Alfred was hinting- Alfred wouldn't be one to argue with him. Particularly since the human was rather attractive, and Alfred had a continued attraction to blondes with green eyes, and his attraction to this particular one had only increased upon seeing his finely muscled build.
The comforting feeling of new, clean sheets was probably the only benefit of the hospital, and Arthur shifted about until he was comfortable under their warmth.
Despite being someone who always had the last say, Alfred wasn't that bad. He was young and thought he was invincible - so it was typical behavior. The police officer was only 24 himself, but did act beyond his years. Arthur chuckled lightly, and watched the man carefully. He couldn't help but take in his blessed appearance, and cursed his own misfortune. "I hope I can help meet those expectations." He replied, sending him a slight smile before he closed his eyes and relaxed. Having some banter with a chiseled human being and not scaring him away was a godsend. Arthur couldn't believe his luck, and by the way he was acting, Alfred seemed to swing his way as well.
Alfred nodded, smiling at him, and as Arthur's eyes closed altogether, the vampire let his full fanged grin show, his fangs poking out over his bottom lips. "Oh, I'm certain you will." He murmured, walking over to where Arthur was looking about ready to sleep, and enhancing the enchanting qualities about his own blue eyes.
He had long since learned how to hypnotize his victims, and it was especially easy when they were already attracted to him. Hopefully, Arthur wouldn't even notice his long canines sticking out of his mouth before Alfred had him entranced enough to no longer care about them.
The quite reply coaxed out another smile, but this one was smaller and weary. Arthur was exhausted from his day's work and all the nonsense of the hospital, but felt rude to fall into a slumber when someone had taken the time to care for him.
"How long have you been volunteering here?" He mumbled, but his eyes remained shut. It was clear that he didn't have the energy to continue the conversation, but wanted to continue for manners' sake. After all, he did want Alfred to come back and care for him again.
"A few years, I'd suppose." Alfred answered easily, floating above where the man was laying on his bed, not even breathing as he waited for the man to look at him, to slip up and fall under Alfred's control. "Ah, just one more thing before you sleep, and I'll stop bothering you." He said, trying to coax Arthur into looking at him. "What's your blood type?" He asked, smiling at him, staring deep into him with his eyes glowing bright blue with a hint of red in his pupils, his fangs long and menacing, his face still beautiful but an equally terrifying to look at.
Arthur nodded mindlessly at the response, and turned his head to the side to settle himself into the pillow. "You're barely bothering me." The sound of Alfred's voice was closer now, and his eyes fluttered tiredly to locate the man in the room.
It was surprisingly easy to find him, as the first thing he saw was the hues of his eyes. Something was alluring about them, but by his quickened heart race and his panicked mind, he didn't think that their beauty was harmless. But, in spite of his instinctual panic response, he found himself saying without even the slightest tremble in his tone, "My blood type is O." Arthur couldn't look away, and the panic was starting to be drowned out by the unnatural beauty of Alfred's features, and how that glow was something that he couldn't miss; terrifyingly gorgeous.
Alfred stared into him, seeming to bore directly into his soul. Panic wasn't something that stayed with his human prey for that long of a time after the initial reveal- no. They were typically easily calmed by his gentle- if strangely cold- touch. His hand went to cup Arthur's face, smiling at him with his long fangs still poking out, dragging seductively against his lips.
The touch made all other thoughts dissipate, and all that was left was Alfred. His whole being and attention was fixed upon the exceedingly handsome supernatural being, and his mind began to dismiss all the things that were red flags- like the red tinge of his pupils, the elongated teeth and his choice of words.
"Oh, don't fret about these…fangs, my little, sweet pet." He purred, making sure that they didn't break eye contact as he kissed his hand, his fangs out and nipping the skin a bit. "Just… Sleep, All Is Well." His last words were the phrase that he used to signal to the weak human mind that they were his now, and they needed to obey their master.
Goosebumps blossomed along his arms at such a faint touch of the sharp fangs, but it didn't stop him from looking back at Alfred, before something was changed inside of him, his defenses dropping entirely with a small, sleepy smile. "All is well." Arthur found himself repeating, and his fair lashes began to droop and seal his eyes shut. He still could feel the coldness of the other's touch; it wasn't foreign, but relaxing, and he made no movement to remove the physical contact.
Alfred easily caught the human before he fell back against the bed, and ran his fingertips along the man's soft cheeks. "My, my. You are a handsome one, aren't you?" He murmured to himself since the human was completely under his control and essentially dead to the world. Though he figured the human might hear him, it would not be the same as though he was saying this to a fully conscious human.
Rightly so, the state of mind Arthur entered into was a semi awareness of what was happening, but wasn't awake enough to have any control over his body. All his limbs hung limp in Alfred's grip, and his head had lolled back when his body became completely submissive to Alfred's cause. It was flattering to hear such a comment, and his mind obsessed over the fact that this man had complimented him, his underling- him, a worthless human. Alfred had complimented him.
However, as Alfred did have a job to do, and he gave the man one more a heated once over before he leaned into the crook of the man's neck, and pressed his lips to his skin, and bit into his artery. He sucked with desperation at the wound, eager to feast upon this human. He wouldn't suck him dry, of course not. The human seemed nice enough, and perhaps would be a source of continued amusement at another time- preferably of the sexual sort. And, Alfred always appreciated it later when Hungry Alfred didn't kill humans.
When the piercing sensation began, Arthur sucked in a sharp breath and his body tightened at the intrusion. Alarms were going off that he was losing blood- that there was an injury on his neck besides the one on his head, but instead of panic there was pleasure. He couldn't feel any pain, but a rushing adrenaline as he was stripped of his blood and…something else. Finally some feeling came back to his hands and he gripped onto Alfred for support, and released a low moan of delight.
He pulled his fangs out of the man, and licked the wound, shutting the holes in the artery altogether. However, the bite mark was harder to get rid of, since for whatever reason, the fluid in his mouth didn't shut those holes. The human had likely enjoyed it- his venom was a wondrously pleasant thing; Alfred had come to know over years of feeding.
It ended too quickly for his liking, and he made a disappointed noise once they separated once more. But, he did feel giddy in the best sense, high on some pleasure that was unfamiliar but addictive.
"There, there, pet." Alfred suddenly felt the man's tight grip on him, and he cradled the man a bit better, withdrawing his fangs in order to give a quick kiss to his pet's soft, slightly opened lips. "I cannot suck you dry...that wouldn't be a fair game, now would it? It wouldn't be fun for either of us if you died." He purred, stroking the man's hair as he sat on the bed, moving Arthur so that he was on his lap.
Arthur was startled at the kiss, but numbly responded with a quick peck back. "No, I want to be in Master's company longer." Arthur replied, and he shifted himself so that he was comfortable in Alfred's lap. He couldn't resist the urge to lean into the touch in his hair, reveling in the affectionate action.
"But it's so good, isn't it? Master will treat you well." With that, he closed the distance between them altogether, kissing Arthur forcefully and passionately, his lips and tongue still tasting of Arthur's blood and remnants of his venom that was left in his saliva.
With no chance to find his words, Arthur melted into the kiss, tasting that venom that had him hooked. His hands moved up to grip at Alfred's shoulders to remain anchored to him, and he eagerly pressed into his lips, wanting more of that taste.
Alfred smiled into the kiss, more than willing to treat his pet to his kisses if he wanted him in such a way. The hand gripping his hair and scratching his head, praising him as he pulled away from him, holding Arthur close to his chest to a moment longer. The faint coldness that was distinctly emitting from Alfred caused the officer to shiver slightly at being held so close to the icy skin, but he didn't move away. This was what characterized Alfred, and he added it to the list of things that made him want to remain loyally his.
"Now, in a moment, you're going to awaken from this trance." He said as he set Arthur down on the bed again, and stepped away. "You will consciously remember nothing that happened while you were in trance, but you'll know, deep down inside, that your mind, body and soul belong to Master Alfred now. Do you obey?" He asked for confirmation, waiting to awaken the man who had dived right into his control until the man agreed to his terms.
Arthur looked puzzled as they were separated, but listened to the instructions that were laid out to him. He was about to protest, but the last lines sedated him; so long as he would have a part of him that remembered his Master, he could abide by this. "Yes, I obey, Master." He said, docile and pliant to Alfred's desires, and looked to his master for further guidance.
"Now, wake up." Alfred clapped his hands, and released Arthur from his control altogether. "You heard me! It's time to make sure that you're not in a coma!" He said, smiling brightly at Arthur, his fangs well hidden now that his hunger had been satisfied for the moment. "What's the day today?" Alfred looked just human now, and Arthur thought he was still bogglingly handsome, but it was impossible to remember why he would have been anything but human anyway.
The human blinked suddenly at the loud sound, and was left looking dazed on the bed, staring in confusion at Alfred. Once everything began to settle and his mind adjusted, he growled and he ran a hand through his hair aggressively. "Thank you for waking me up, like I wasn't enjoying my sleep." He muttered bitterly, and sighed loudly as he tried to answer Alfred's question. "Blast, I have no clue." He admitted as he ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture, jerking in pain when it touched his bruised spot. Arthur went to look at his watch, only to find it had been shattered from the fall. "Maybe a Wednesday? It has to be a weekday for me to be working." He muttered, trying to remember but being entirely unable to do so.
"Sorry for waking you up, but its Monday, about to be Tuesday when the clock strikes midnight." Alfred disagreed. "Not that a watch would have told you the date anyway- I think you need the doctors to come examine you again, Officer Kirkland." He pointed out with a level tone. "What's my name?" The man asked, pointing at himself with a pleasant voice, as he pressed the call button for a doctor to come see the patient, humming softly and waiting for a response from the concussed officer. "Don't be shy, if you don't remember just tell me."
Arthur tsked at his own lack of awareness, and went to lay himself back down against the pillow. "That's a trick question, it could be Monday or Tuesday since it's the middle of the night. I think that you did that on purpose." He retorted as he muttered angrily, but listened to the next question. "Alfred Jones, of course." Arthur said with ease, not questioning why it was such an easy question for him to answer. Arthur stared at the other and his actions, and noticed the light above the button that signaled a doctor would be with them in a second. "No. No bloody way." He began, and started to scramble to get up. "I'm not seeing another one!"
Alfred walked over to him, and instructed him to lie back down. "Arthur, you first answered "Wednesday"." The vampire pointed out with a falsely exaggerated sigh. "Uhm...hm. Why are you here, as in, in the hospital?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at him suspiciously as he waited with him, aiming to keep him preoccupied until an actual medical professional showed up. Arthur's brain seemed to be bleeding, Alfred noted, only able to tell by seeing his bloodstream inside of him. It was actually likely a good thing that Alfred had drank from him- Arthur's brain had stopped swelling for the time being.
Arthur shot daggers at Alfred as he came over and blocked his way out. Yes, he was a stunner but he was certainly irritating. There was his catch; too dedicated to his job, this one was. "Because some prick took a cheap shot and I ended up on the floor!" He grumbled, and was about to spurt some verbal abuse when he saw another man appear. At that point, he acknowledged that this meant he was going nowhere, and he folded his arms and sat back down, frustration on his face. "You make it seem like a sin I want to go home."
"I don't think it's a sin." Alfred responded easily as he moved out of the way for the doctor. "No, I would just imagine you would want to live, and brain trauma is no laughing matter." He told the doctor that Arthur had been acting strangely and answering basic memory questions incorrectly.
The doctor agreed that perhaps the officer needed an MRI, and did some tests to judge his symptoms. The doctor immediately sprung into action when he noticed the lower blood pressure- since the professional thought it meant his patient was bleeding internally. "Sir, we might need to go into surgery." He said instantly to the man. "You seem to have a bleed- you could very well die from this if you don't get it treated and it is a bleed."
The man's already fair skin began to lose color at being told about his dire circumstances. "Die?" He echoed, and let that phrase sink in for a moment. So his recklessness did come back to bite him in the backside, and Alfred was right in the end. His teeth ground against each other at knowing Alfred was right, but he quickly bypassed his upset when he remembered the word surgery. "Surgery, that seems rash. I barely clipped the gutter!" Arthur protested, and gently pressed his fingers against the wound.
"It's not the scraping that injured your brain. Rather, you hit your head with such a force that your hit the inside of your skull and damaged it so that it started bleeding somewhere." The doctor informed him, calling a nurse to come get Arthur prepped for more tests to see what the damage was.
After a moment of silence, Arthur sighed, capitulating. "Fine...Let's make this quick."
And so, the doctor hooked him up to an IV, and then a bunch of nurses started to take him off, Arthur getting dragged off for an MRI screening to find out where the damage was.
Alfred, once the room was vacated, used his invisibility to follow his pet around, planning on ensuring his human didn't die. The MRI revealed the extent of the damage in his brain, and Arthur was carted off to yet another room, where they would count down with him until the general kicked in, and he would be out.
Arthur strongly disliked not having control over his body or a situation. That was one of the sole reasons he became a police officer; they were the regulators of the law and generally directed how it would span out. So to be carted here and there without so much as some notice was frustrating and frightening at the same time. The short notice that he would be unconscious wasn't enough for him to gather his thoughts, but by then the sedative took its course.
The surgery was fast, and thankfully it was not complicated. They knew precisely where the damage was, and were able to sew it back up, and from then, they had to pray that they hadn't been too invasive. If they had, Arthur would wind up impaired for the rest of his life. However, it seemed like he would live. Alfred was back in his room just before nurses carted him in, and he patiently waited for the man to wake back up.
When he could pry his eyes open again, the light invaded his vision immediately, eliciting a groan. He lifted his hands to shield himself, and soon came to the conclusion morning had come. The harshness of the light indicated it wasn't the early hours of the morning either. The thumping of his head was still ever present, but the intensity had climbed. Once he had adjusted, he noticed Alfred sitting there, and again his eyebrows rose. "...You're still here? I must have made an impression." Arthur said, and slowly sat up.
Alfred laughed a bit at him, sitting at Arthur's bedside patiently. "You could say that." The vampire agreed, still sated from Arthur's blood earlier that night. "It's good to see that you can speak- they had hoped that you wouldn't have any bad effects from the surgery."
Arthur's concern roused itself quickly at Alfred's comment, and he tested the mobility of his body. He closed and opened his fists and moved his legs about. Once he was satisfied with the physical competence, he recited his personal details in his head. Only then did he relax.
Alfred had since stood, and closed the blinds so that the room was darker once more. "Would you like something to drink? Water?" The volunteer asked sweetly, more than happy to assist his pet.
Arthur murmured a thank you for the dimming of the room, and sought out Alfred's presence by those illuminate eyes. "Oh, please, but only if it isn't a bother. I feel really weak; must be the surgery." He replied, and rubbed the sleep away from his eyes.
"I did go home while you were sent off to get tested, and I just came back to see you when you were getting carted in here." The vampire lied easily as he made conversation with the human, walking over to where he was laying down once again, and gently petting Arthur's hair to soothe him. "Do you need pain medication?"
His body stiffened at the touch, his awakened mind finding this strange but something innate stopped him from questioning Alfred. It was soothing in the end. His pride screamed no, but his body pleaded for him to say yes. "... Only a little, just because it's straight after surgery." He excused, refusing to admit to pain.
Alfred nodded, smiling at him as he called for a nurse to administer Arthur the pain medication- and he thought strongly to himself- no drinking from him- at least until it passed through the human's bloodstream. Pain medication could be transferred to the vampire through blood, and it could have...interesting effects, at times. Actually, most drugs could be transferred like that, and he typically took great care not to drink from inebriated humans. When it happened, it happened, but he didn't much like it happening.
"Alright, I'll go fetch you something to drink, be back shortly." Alfred quipped, bowing his head to the human before he got up and left.
The nurse who came in knew that he was lying to save face, and gave him the appropriate dosage to knock him so far out of his head that he couldn't feel the pain. Alfred knew he had to be lying; he just had no grounds to base it on.
Arthur was meticulous in watching the nurse and how she conducted herself with the dosage; soon thanking her for her help once she had finished. After all the fuss he had started, he didn't want to break that facade that he was not in pain or that he needed treatment. But, he had to say that the pain relieve was welcomed with open arms. It took a few seconds to take effect, but when it did Arthur couldn't be bothered with his firm attitude towards the hospital, his mind thoroughly sedated by painkillers.
The vampire waltzed back in with a water bottle from the hospital, filled with water and ice, the thing covered by a lid and able to be sipped through a straw in an attempt to make it less likely for the patients to spill on themselves. "Hi, Arthur, I'm back." He announced with a grin at the man, going to sit down beside him once more.
"A sippy cup?" Arthur stated, and reached out for the water bottle eagerly. "Thank youuu." He drawled, and leaned over the edge of the bed to bridge the gap.
"It's not a sippy cup- look at it! It has a bendy straw, not that little thing that's not quite a straw that toddlers use to teeth on." He shook his head, handing it to him by setting it in his lap, not particularly wanting Arthur to fall out of his bed. "Looks like she gave you the good stuff." Alfred joked with a sharp smile, sitting beside him and taking out his phone.
Humans were ingenious creatures- the smartphone was an incredible leap forward in human technology, even though he typically used it to keep track in his notes the name and information of his pet, and to watch cat and dog animals online. And speaking of that, he needed more human ways of finding his new source of sustenance…
Frowning at being corrected, Arthur squinted at the water bottle and gave the straw a little bat with his hand, which soon amused him, distracting him quickly. He chuckled quietly at it, and continued to hit it, occasionally taking a sip. "Yes, I feel really good. No pain, it's like…it doesn't exist." He replied, paying no mind to Alfred. The bottle was interesting enough when he was under the influence of the pain relievers.
"Hey, Arthur." He said brightly, hiding his slightly malevolent intentions. "Mind if I snag your cell phone number?" He asked, smiling innocently at the man. "I don't know about you, but I'd like to keep in touch..." Of course, he was also going to find out his home address and such from him, but there wasn't any need for the man to think about why Alfred wanted all of that information just yet.
When called, the human looked up in interest and smiled slightly. "Oh yes, there is nothing more I would want than to keep in contact with someone gorgeous like you." As he was rummaging through his police shirt for his phone, he continued to talk, but his words began to slur. "I don't know what you would get out of it talking to me, but all to our own I suppose."
Alfred laughed a bit, louder and livelier from before. "To be honest! You're pretty hot." He winked at the human with a raunchy smile, much more at ease around the human with his senses being dulled- the vampire wasn't precisely sated- but he was no longer starving. "I mean, I've been shamelessly flirting with you all night and you've been so unresponsive! I was worried you were straight! C'mon, I'm not that young, I know what I want in a man! I'm 23!" He lied easily, scooting his chair over to get closer to the bed, and he helped him get out his cell.
Alfred wasn't always a hunger driven vampire, after all. If he waited too long in between meals, the vampire was a lot more susceptible to being cold, mean, apathetic and generally misanthropic. It was like a whole new definition of "hangry", the vampire would occasionally joke to himself when he was in the right state of mind to think about that sort of thing.
Whenever Francis stopped by to see him, the older vampire would occasionally comment "You're not you when you're hungry- eat a human", at which, depending on how hungry Alfred actually was, Francis would either be scolded firmly about how he didn't eat humans and that the phrase was to eat a snickers, or Alfred would darkly tell Francis not to tempt him.
And on the topic of Francis- he was a vampire from ancient France, and as Alfred would jokingly tell him, was about four days older than dirt. And it had been Francis that had turned Alfred all those years ago- preying upon a young man who thought his whole life was ahead of him, and in order- in Puritanical Massachusetts in 1639. The old vampire had desired a vampiric slave and had very much ironically ended up with a fledgling vampire lord solely because he misjudged how well Alfred would accustom to the transformation and Alfred's own internal powers. The Frenchman had been bitter about it for a good long while, but ultimately respected Alfred in his own right, and found him as a valuable ally, and perhaps even a good friend.
The words that Arthur could hear were too good to be true, and there was a brief moment where in his allayed state, he had to reassure himself they were Alfred's words and not something bore out of his imagination. A handsome man flattering him and admitting to being flirtatious was a lot to absorb when his mind was buzzing. "Twenty-three?" The officer echoed, and soon his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "No, that's where I draw the line. You are too good to be true. You look straight out of a high school and are an absolute gobsmacker- and you admit to flirting with me." He recounted to himself, and his lips pursed slightly. "These drugs must be very strong, because I just entered my dream world."
Deciding to humor it after hearing his own words a loud, Arthur readily let Alfred aid him in his task. "Here." Arthur pointed to where it was in his shirt pocket, and Alfred took it out to hand to him. However, when Arthur went to press the buttons- to his incredibly dismay- the touchscreen wasn't very responsive. Omitted from his perception was the fact that his thin pads of his finger were missing the images on the screen, and it led to confusion to settling on his face. "It's not working." Another miscalculated jab of his finger caused a frustrated sound to be produced before he shoved the damned thing towards Alfred. "I logged in and got my pin, but my contacts won't open." He complained.
Alfred snorted loudly in his amusement, grabbing Arthur's phone out of his hand and going to sit on the edge of the bed in favor of the chair. "Well, I have to be at least 22 now don't I? After all, if I was in the armed forces, I had to serve at least 4 years, which is the minimum." He snickered as he typed in his phone information into Arthur's phone with the note- "Hot American who is definitely flirting with you", and put Arthur's information into his as well once his contact on Arthur's had been saved. "And, I served 5 years, not four. Meaning...I'm 23."
Arthur had his fingers up, calculating it as Alfred guided him through it all. It was not registering in any form, be it the physical representation or his calculations in his mind. In the end, it was easier to agree and pretend that was his conclusion in the first place. "Well I didn't want to believe how old you are, that's all." Arthur dismissed with his own approved nod. "I'm twenty-four, so in the end I'm older. It's a shame I look nothing like you."
This was an offhanded thought to himself, but it nevertheless caused him to feel a little more deflated. It took him too long to be accepted into the police academy, despite his promising profile. The only thing working against him was the dominant presence of his brothers who liked to see nothing more than their little brother flail about. After all the complications, Arthur was accepted and had been serving for three years. While it wasn't a popular job, Arthur had been a bookshop attendant whilst waiting for his ideal career- he had only recently been put on the official force…and he was already in the hospital.
Once Alfred had saved the human's number into his phone (along with his home address that Alfred had found saved in the Google Maps app), Alfred smiled brightly at him. "Well, there you go!" He chirped, handing it back over to him.
Numbly accepting the phone, he stared at it briefly, frustrated that he wasn't able to make it function and pouted slightly.
"And, if you still don't believe that I'm flirting with you, maybe this will make you believe me." He smiled a bit more lustfully, and leaned over the man, kissing him deeply and passionately.
"Sorr-" The officer was slightly knocked back by such force and passion in the kiss, and remained still against his cold lips. It didn't take long for him to indulge, matching his pace despite a few clumsy kisses due to his sedation.
Alfred finally pushed himself entirely onto the bed, his body slightly warmer than Arthur had first thought. Alfred knew that it was only because he had just indulged in drinking Arthur's blood, and his body was still warmed by its presence. "Mmm, you're very sexy, Arthur, I think you underestimate yourself..." Alfred whispered before going back into a kiss, making out with the human and straddling him in order to make the current arrangement work- they would certainly have to do it on a more comfortable bed- like Alfred's king sized one at his estate.
Arthur's eyes had widened when he watched Alfred become comfortable on the bed, his kisses growing softer and meek when he was straddled. His heart was galloping away, leaving him with not much air and an occupied mind. Alfred's lips were on his. Alfred was before him and making him breathless. Alfred called him sexy- it all made him feel dizzy and aroused.
The vampire pressed against his human play toy, his hands feeling up Arthur's chest and enjoying the drumming of the human's racing heartbeat against the vampire's lifeless hands. He had hastened his "breathing" in order to simulate arousal, eager to remind Arthur subconsciously of master- even if he couldn't willfully think of him, the being was there before him, and Arthur still belonged to him in his entirety.
Leaning forward, he soon found his confidence again and anchored himself to the other with a grip on his jacket, and kept their bodies close to one another. The feeling of his tongue dancing with his, and the small pants between kisses was too surreal. It was too easy to get caught up and listen to that underlying impulse to submit and enjoy what was given and to not question why it was there.
He pulled away from the make out session, staring down at him and licking their shared saliva off his lips. "Wasn't that proof enough...?" He asked with a grin, before pulling away and sitting back down on the edge of the bed, facing Arthur with a flirtatious smile.
The fabric between Arthur's fingers suddenly came loose and his lips were left alone, and he was left to stare at Alfred, flustered. "I...You..." He began, and held his own chest, feeling the beat echo through his body. "Yes, sufficient proof. Feel free to remind me whenever you like." He said after a moment, and chuckled lightly. "You certainly have bravado, Alfred."
Alfred laughed lightly, nodding. "Thanks. You seem to have collected yourself a bit." He pouted, though it was all in good humor. "You're rather funny when you're all drugged up, you know?" The vampire pushed himself back off the bed, and sat back on the seat, humming and closing his eyes, looking thoughtful.
"I can imagine. Drugs do make an individual act out of character. I can only imagine the disaster I was." Arthur said with a sigh, and rubbed at the center of his forehead. Arthur somehow couldn't help but feel disappointed when there was a large distance between them, but he pushed aside that desire to remain at his side.
"Hey- I don't think you're a disaster. Just sort of silly." Alfred said, playfully after Arthur had finished speaking, and he smiled.
Arthur scoffed at first. "Silly? Well then, I suppose it's an improvement from a disaster."
"Mm, well, do I rather like the thought of a good and proper date, and probably some sex while we're at it, but that's hardly appropriate...you're in the hospital, you just had brain surgery...your hair's partly shaved." Alfred had just figured he would inform him now.
Before the police officer could respond to the casual mention of sex, his hands flung themselves to his hair and he felt the patches where his hair was missing, and he bit his bottom lip hard to contain his distress. Though it was always disheveled and not well kept, his hair was still precious to him. "It's gone..." He murmured, and tried to focus on his words.
Alfred paused, the vampire going to hold his hand when the man looked upset at the hair, before speaking again. Arthur's attention was redirected back to him, and it was certainly wasn't so hard with the following topic. "…But I've never been good at not going after what I wanted...and you're most certainly someone I want." He smiled, more good-naturedly than the night before.
At feeling the touch to his hand, he stiffened slightly but slowly relaxed, strangely enough welcoming the comfort that Alfred sought to provide. "…I must say-I don't understand why. I'm just a ill-tempered police officer." Arthur pointed out, and settled back into his bed.
"You know- you're selling yourself awfully short, Arthur... You're my type. Feisty. Green eyes, blonde hair, in shape…pretty cute." Alfred grinned at the last phrase, before biting his bottom lip flirtatiously. "Dedicated to his work." He squeezed his hand. "All very attractive qualities."
He frowned instinctively at being flattered so generously, but couldn't stop his heart from galloping furiously, whilst his ability to speak became impaired. "Alfred." He managed to finally say, and looked away, flustered. "… I'm not that feisty."
The vampire smiled again, enigmatically turning back to the topic of Arthur's health. "Doctors will be in to talk with you soon, I imagine... I wanted to know if you have anyone at your home to check on you?" He asked, curious. "I mean...brain surgery is rather serious, particularly for a concussion, and you'll still have all the bruising from that as well... I dunno, I'd just like to be able to keep an eye on you... You just seem like the type to try and ignore common sense."
That wasn't really why Alfred was so eager to have Arthur with him- though he knew that his pet would jump at the chance to be with him, he had to get all of him on board with the idea of Alfred- Arthur's consciousness too.
At the mention of having someone, he remained quiet and soon waved a hand. "No, I live alone. My brothers are close by. But, I don't need babying or looking after, Alfred. I can look after myself." He said defensively, but felt like he was just proving the man's point. "I will practice what I see as common sense." He added, hoping it would be some sort of comfort.
Alfred frowned, pulling away and leaning back in his seat. "Arthur, there is no doubt that under normal circumstance, you can fend for yourself with ease. You had brain surgery. Typically you're not allowed to leave the hospital for a few days anyway. You're also not supposed to drive or operate heavy machinery. I'm simply saying, it might be smart to have someone...looking after you for a bit- just while you're... not yourself." And, giving Arthur his cherubic smile, the vampire perfectly hid all of his foul intentions. "So...come home with me, Arthur Kirkland?" He said, offering his hand back to him, reaching it out to him with his offer and proposition- much like Alfred couldn't enter a home without the humans permission- he couldn't force them into his estate either.
In Arthur's mind, the change of topic had certainly sobered him, and his scrambled thoughts quickly aligned. Alfred had presented him with both plausible and good points, but Arthur simply hated to acknowledge that his own abilities and skills would not be sufficient for his own care. His stubborn nature was telling him to reject the hand and offer, but there was this strange, sudden compulsion inside that had him taking it. "...Know that I do not like this arrangement, and that I will not stay long, but I accept." Arthur said reluctantly, but he could feel some sort of satisfaction come over him. A small smirk formed. "I'm vulnerable at these stages, don't take advantage of me too much now. You're supposed to be my caretaker." He teased.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Alfred said, blue eyes closing as he smiled brightly, only to open maliciously at the last second, his smile turning into a confident smirk as Arthur laid back down in the bed.
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a/n: I'm always a slut for vampires. Based off an rp.