Chapter 1

Sesi: I did this over a year ago and in that time I have not read this. Tell me your opinions please. I mean yeah I kept the original back bone but I think this is a great improvement.

Summary: Arthur Kirkland is looking for his next mate. He is drawn to the sweet smelling blood of an American. The American leaves England for America and Arthur has to pick up his scent and track him down. Even if he attracts the other races of the night.

Arthur prowled the streets of London after dark. That was his territory damn it all if the other night races decided to encroach on his kingdom. Well besides the fae. He is on good terms with them. They had a sort of lucrative mutual agreement. He would supply ingredients for their magics and they would supply him with help for almost anything he needed. They stood on a narrow precipice. If one pushed the other they would both fall.

He trolled the nights streets looking for something. He always seemed to be looking for it but he never knew what. He remembered when he started feeling this way, awakening after a long slumber 19 years ago. His blood boiled at the thought of finding 'it'. In previously centuries he had felt it but it had never been so strong that it created a physical ache in his chest.

He spotted a woman- young and virginal by her scent- and dug into his evening meal. She was walking in an alleyway it's bound to happen to many people. Death that is. Or near death. It looked like Arthur had a favor to call in.

Arthur arrived at a fae mound and entered. He carried the barely alive woman in his arms. She moaned sexually every once in a while indicating she lived and was on cloud nine. He stopped before his long time associate the Mauve queen of the fairies Elizaveta.

The faery queen is also known as Mauve or Lady Héderváry. She commanded the seelie court for many centuries now and a incorrect spelling of her title being Mab who famously appeared in works of art and literature. Little did they know that mauve had just been a title just like the indigo, cerulean, and cerise queens of the two courts had the colorful title before their name.

"Hello Arthur. I see you've brought us a present today. Is it the same question?" Mauve asked her whimsical voice ringing through out the room.

"Yes my lady. Where is the thing I am searching for?" He had asked what before and they laughed and wagged their fingers at him. Never had he tried who, or why.

"We'll divine it today. Come, come, bring the maiden" she replied brusquely. This was different. Before whenever he asked they gave him a vague answer, usually something about how it was not time yet and that he wasn't ready or it wasn't ready. Sometimes it could be a combination of the three.

Mauve led him to their little dungeon. It was really like an opium den but they used more natural things. It weakened a humans thoughts an left them with a blissfully blank mind. All the better to sacrifice with. Arthur curled his nose at the foul room. Humans found it sweet, but no not him the king of the vampires.

Arthur wandered behind Mauve. The other fae bowed down at his feet quite unlike they did before. He never tried to inspire fear in them and fae are proud creatures. They will not bow to anyone but their queen- quite like the British if you followed that thought. They stood in a small chamber with potions all around. There was a clear bowl of water with a beam of full moon light shining on it.

Mauve scurried over to the bowl and held her hands over it palms down. Arthur strode over at a much slower pace wary of the room, the room where the queen practices corporeal spells. She beckoned him over.

Arthur stood at the pedestal and looked down in the clear water. The faery queens hand pulled a strand of his hair out of his head and she whispered some ancient words over the water.

Colors shifted showing a person standing there. It was a man by what Arthur could tell since it didn't have a chest. More colors shifted and the faery queen added in a drop of blood. The picture became clearer and it showed a male, with blonde hair, glasses, tall muscular physique and the most vivid shade of blue eyes Arthur had ever seen. He obviously smiled a lot by the smile lines around his eyes, and he had a lock of hair that would not sit flat on his head. Arthur's blood ran cold at the sight if him and it felt like his unbeating heart constricted in his chest knocking the breath out of him.

"Who is he?" Arthur hissed. Elizabeta laughed. She leaned on the pedestal and disrupted the image.

"He is your soulmate I guess the term is these days. You should get a move on and find him. He is going back to America in a short while. You don't have enough to pay for the information information on where he will be by tomorrow. Or any other info for that matter you would need something of the same value in order for us to find him for you and he is far too valuable for you. Good bye Lord Kirkland. Go find your prince... ess" she cackled. Arthur hurrumphed and left the room like she wanted.

It took a while to find his way out. The fae had scattered and he did feel pretty pissed. They couldn't tell him any more than that?! Really?! Bullocks! The lot of it. He strutted down the dark streets intending to go to his home. He would search. But first he needed to plan.

Okay so he didn't plan. He got sidetracked with the sun coming up and he was drowsy. But really who could blame him? So Arthur decided to give into his instincts and follow them. Which scared him a little bit. Last time that happened was the London incidents of 1888 before his long sleep. He was younger and was showing London is his territory. We'll not that much younger and for the most part he had slept for about one hundred years between then and now minus when he had be awakened to lead his people into battle.

But this. This is different. He needed to find that man. So he melded with the shadows and followed his instincts.

A vampire has two sorts of power. One is activated when you delve into your instincts, the other is pretty much basic survival kind of thing. The scary thing about the instincts is that is what gets vampires their reputations. Normally Arthur would never think about it but well... you can blame Mauve. So he crouched down and he could feel his peridot eyes glow green as he felt as though he was slipping into another skin. This is the product of him actively using the powers that are kept regulated for vampire kind as using them required a lot of blood and it is hard to control oneself. To justify the use of it using the instinctive power all vampires use is because it makes them stronger, faster, and alights their senses in a blaze that allows them to see, hear, smell, taste, and feel things better than they normally could.

Arthur felt... amazing. Alive. He walked down the streets, a swaggering walking with seemingly no purpose as he walked, however in reality he followed his gut and found that the more he walked the more it seemed that his chest had that ache as it also got stronger with each step.

Eventually he found himself outside a hotel. Of course. He got the night managers permission to allow him entry into the building and wiped his presence from the poor humans mind as Arthur got into the elevator to follow the delectable scent that drew him.

He opened the door finding a two roomed suite. He stood there and took a deep breath inhaling the sweet air. Suddenly he was pulled from his instinct state into the real world. He fell forward and caught himself on his knee. The soft thump did not awaken the man on the bed. As it was getting lighter outside Arthur decided to mark The man. He leant down and punctured his skin with his teeth but did not drink. It's only a marking to show others that the young American is his. He opened a bottle of a potion all vampires that feed on the human populace use to coagulate the blood and encourage an increase in blood product to make sure the people they feed from don't die from blood loss.

Arthur quietly rooted around the room and found the mans American drivers license and pass port. The license had his address which he wrote down on the hotel stationary. Next to the stationary lay the mans itinerary for his flight home.

Memorizing the flights so that Arthur could catch a flight to the same place the next night Arthur quietly departed leaving the man to continue sleeping peacefully.

Arthur barely managed to make it home and into his bed as the sun crested the horizon.