Chapter 1
Arthur was walking in Regent's Park in London, England. It was almost midnight and he decided that a midnight stroll would do him good. Arthur had found his special spot where he would usually sit when he was younger. Arthur sighed and took the spot under the tree, in the shadow away from the moonlight.
He stayed there till daybreak, just thinking on what to do now. Then he looked up at the sky and saw various colors of blue, purple, pale red, pale orange. He looked around to see if there was anyone around. He saw only a few men sneaking out of their houses for work or other businesses. Arthur stood up and walked back to his flat, once the sun was getting higher, Arthur had started to speed walk home. Once he made it to his flat he slammed the door shut. He was leaning against the door breathing heavily then he felt a nudge on his leg then saw his trusty companion Crumpet. He kept on meowing trying to tell his master that he's hungry. Arthur sighed and smiled at the small feline.
"Okay love, let's get some food for you," Arthur had said yawning loudly.
Crumpet was following and was watching Arthur pour him some of his cat food then put a few drops of blood in the bowl then mixed it in with the cat food with the then with that he had put the bowl down. Crumpet looked at him with angry expression in his eyes.
"Sorry poppet, there isn't enough blood for me," Arthur had sighed, but Crumpet was still sending death glares to his owner, "Crumpet, do you know what it takes for me to get the blood instead of killing a human?" Arthur had stated.
The cat just scolded then had put his head down in the bowl and started to enjoy his meal. Arthur smiled then had gone in his room to go into a nice morning slumber.
Then a loud knock was heard throughout the house, Arthur groaned at the sound and hope for the noise to go away, once it did he sighed happily then heard his doorbell ringing Arthur had sighed got out of bed and quickly changed into something reasonable, then opened the door to a wide grin and bright sapphire like eyes.
"Sup dude!" the man had greeted and put out his hand.
"Um… hello" Arthur had said and cautiously took the younger man's hand, "might I help you?"
"Nah I'm just here saying 'hi' to my new neighbors, by the way I'm Alfred Jones," Arthur could obviously tell this man was American; just by the way he had talked, looked, and a shirt he was wearing that had said 'I heart NY'.
"Nice to meet you Alfred, I'm Arthur Kirkland, now if you please," Arthur said then about to close the door.
"Wait!" the American had yelled.
"What," Arthur had said with an irritated sigh.
"Are you sick or something?" Alfred said, "if you are I don't mind taking care of you because that's what heroes do," Alfred said with wide grin.
"What makes you think that I'm sick," Arthur said with a scared look.
"Well you skin is pale, but like really pale, then your hair is super messy, oh and the bags under your eyes, and don't forget you look like you haven't eaten for days,"
Arthur just blinked 'is that what I really look like?' Arthur thought to himself then had gave Alfred a death glare, "no I don't need your help with anything,"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure you bloody wanker! Now leave me be,"
"Nope, a hero never leaves someone that needs help or even needs a friend,"
"Friend?"
"Yeah… did you ever have a friend?"
"Yes I have friends you git,"
"Oh~ really now,"
"Yes and they are very nice,"
"Are they imaginary? Because you seem lonely to be honest, and I do need someone to show me around London," Alfred had said, giving Arthur a puppy dog face.
Arthur was scolding then it soften a bit, "fine come in, but don't make this a habit,"
Alfred had a wide grin plastered on his face then walked into Arthur's home and surprised on how dark it was, "um… why is it so dark?"
"Well…"
"Do you have sensitive eyes or something?"
"Ah, yeah terribly sensitive,"
"Really now," Alfred had said looking at the smaller Brit in front of him that was shaking his head 'yes' "I don't believe you,"
"Huh?"
"Well you seemed perfectly fine when you were out your door," he glanced over at Arthur then looked around the dark room, "I really don't judge before hand, but you live like some kind of vampire,"
Arthur stiffed when heard Alfred said 'vampire' then Arthur just laughed, "vampire? Do you really believe in such a folk tale?"
"Um yeah to be honest I believe in all that supernatural stuff," Alfred chuckled nervously.
"Well that's was unexpected, but it's typical for a American like you,"
"What do you mean?" Alfred asked tilting his head a little.
"Well… don't you Americans always believe in stupid things like ghost and watch cheesy horror movies?"
"Well, do you Englishmen sip your tea and say 'pip pip cheerio'?"
"Of course not!" Arthur practically yelled.
Alfred just laughed, "really? But I do watch horror movies though; even if they are cheesy, but they can't scare a hero like me,"
"Honestly…" Arthur mumbled, "Oh excuse me, but you like anything to drink,"
"You got coke or coffee?"
"Um… no,"
"Then no I'm good,"
"Okay?"
Then Arthur saw Alfred sit down on a couch then he sighed, 'honestly, how did I get myself into this?' Arthur had thought to himself then sighed. Then had something tap his shoulder he looked over then saw Alfred's sky blue eyes looking into his green emerald eyes.
"Um… yes?" Arthur said.
"Where's your bathroom?"
"Third door on your left," then Alfred had dashed out to the hallway.
After a few minutes had past Alfred had came back with something in his arms, "thanks dude you're a life saver! And I didn't know you have a cat,"
Arthur looked back and saw his cat in the Americans arms, "oh you mean Crumpet?" Arthur asked as he watched the Alfred sat down next to him.
"Yeah and why did you name him that he isn't food, you know?"
"I know, but it's the name he response to it better,"
Alfred gave him a nod, "I have a cat too! Maybe my cat and your cat can have a play date,"
"I suppose… so what's your cat like?"
"He's an awesome pet! He's a Maine Coon; he loves to play a lot, he eats more than a regular cat can handle, and his name is Hero" Alfred had said, "what about your cat?" Alfred asked scratching Crumpet's chin giving Alfred a rewarding purr.
"Well…" Arthur glanced at his cat, "as you can see he's a Scottish Fold, he can stubborn sometimes, can be loyal when he wants to, and he's a peaceful cat to be around, also he is sensitive and will get angry."
"Hm… you know your cat seems to fit with your personality,"
"As does yours Alfred… I think,"
"Hey it was nice sitting a talking to you, but I have to go I need get to my cat before he starts to trash my flat,"
"Okay Alfred, bye,"
"See ya Arthur," then Alfred had let himself out the door, but then Alfred stopped before he closed the door, "can I come over tomorrow then you can show you around London?"
"Um… how about tomorrow night, like 6:00 p.m?"
"Hm… sounds like the plan, see you then Artie," then he closed the door.
"Did he just call me Artie?" Arthur asked Crumpet, while Crumpet was just staring into his owner's eyes then glanced at the door then he had jumped of the couch and walked off to take a cat nap.
Hello!
Another story!
Vampires!
If you haven't caught on yet Arthur and Crumpet (Iggycat) are vampires cx
The reason why Cumpet is vampire because I think Iggy's cat deserves to stay by his side c;
And Alfred is a supernatural loving guy that loves to watch scary movies and scaring himself in the end.
Well that's all
Love ya poppets~
