Arthur curled up further beneath his bed covers. They were fighting again. Arthur knew it wasn't Ireland's fault, he got turned protecting him; their parents didn't see it that way though. All they saw was an irresponsible elder brother dragging their youngest child into horrible, sometimes fatal, danger. Arthur tried to drown out the voices as he thought back to that day.
-flashback-
"Aillén come on! Don't you want to see the fairy festival?" The young Kirkland pouted, huge eyebrows furrowing together at the thought his brother didn't want to go with him. "I'm comin' I'm comin'." The Irish lad huffed, jogging to catch up with his little brother. His ginger hair burned like fire in the sunset as a gentle breeze wiggled that mysterious curl of his. Arthur smiled and grabbed Aillén's hand, eagerly pulling him towards the darkening forest. Little did they know that they were being watched.
"Ve~ Ludwig, isn't the little one pretty?" Feliciano asked from his place where he was cooking pasta. "Ja, he's young to. That way it'll teach them even more not to mess with our kind." The blond German stood stretching; it was time to put their plan into action.
Aillén stiffened, gripping Arthur's hand tightly, something was very wrong and he didn't like it one bit. A rustle came from the left and in the blink of an eye Arthur had been pushed on the ground, confused, as Aillén wrestled with Ludwig. Despite the German vampire's superior size, Aillén was winning. Suddenly an auburn haired Italian - Feliciano - appeared, biting into the Irish lad's neck. With a cry, Aillén dropped to the floor and started convulsing. The feathers on his wings turned from pure white to pitch black, small horns sprouted from his hair, a tail protruded from the end of his spine and his canine teeth grew and sharpened. Arthur couldn't help but watch as his brother, horrifically transformed, stood up his eyes glowing a creepy shade of red as he proceeded to beat the attackers sending them running (and in Feliciano's case, crying aswell).
Depressed and fearful the two brothers made their way home in an awkward silence. Their parents weren't going to be happy in the least.
-flashback end-
Arthur stiffened as the bedroom door creaked open andAillén trudged in, exhausted, and flopped on the bed. Old wounds had been re-opened and new ones looked ghastly against his pale skin. It had been 6 months since the incident and every night Aillén went through this. He was truly the best demon brother an angel could have.