Hello! I've decided on a Vampire Au fic! Nobody ever pays attention to my poles...

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Arthur sighed, running a blood soaked hand through his blonde hair as he stared resentfully at the other vampire's corpse. A G rank had the gall to attack him a noble! Didn't he know anything? Then, he curiously ran his tongue over the side of his hand.

UGH!

"Disgusting" he hissed, spitting it out immediately and trying to rid the taste from his mouth. It was so disgustingly sour. How could anyone drink it?

"And yours is so wonderfully sweet" purred a voice from behind him.

"Hello your majesty, out for a stroll?" snorted Arthur.

"I smelt your blood and just couldn't resist" replied Vladimir with an easy smile.

"You and everyone else it seems" the blonde sighed, rubbing at the healing wound on his arm.

"Ahhh don't tempt us, you know how tantalising your blood is. You are an incredible rarity after all." Vladimir said dreamily.

"How long until Wang notices your absence?" chuckled Arthur, causing Vladimir to make a face. He had the deadly grace and beauty of the nobles but the mark of a royal. Arthur subconsciously tugged at the glove on his left hand.

"Oh? Right about now, you know he's much more efficient than he used to be- it's because of your sister's blood, isn't it?" Vladimir remarked lightly. His eyes hungrily devouring Arthur's appearance, he rarely got to see his best friend any more. It was all the stupid councils fault- the Vampire hunters were getting more and more cocky.

"I believe so, she took a liking to him upon her last visit."

"He's so lucky" said the Prince wistfully.

"How so?" asked Arthur, curiously.

"Your blood is so sweet, I'm jealous he got to taste it even once... If he wasn't my advisor I'd have him executed!" huffed Vladimir and Arthur frowned disapprovingly.

"You shouldn't abuse your power, Vlad."

The prince inwardly smiled at the nickname, ever since he was named first in line of succession Arthur had been incredibly formal. The distance made it even worse.

"Maybe if I did I'd see you more often" he replied sulkily.

"Vladimir, you'd only get to see me because I would be trying to kill you." was Arthur's stern reply.

The chime of midnight from the large tower in the middle of the city made Arthur pause.

"I have to go."

Vladimir narrowed his eyes.

"What! Why?" he whined, giving Arthur puppy dog eyes that always worked when they were growing up.

"I have a job to finish." Arthur replied, his whole body tensing and Vladimir could smell the pheromones that a vampire always gave off before a hunt. Arthur's was sweet, almost as sweet as his blood. He always wished Arthur would just stay like he used to and gave him blood whenever he desired.

But he wouldn't and couldn't.

"Goodbye Arthur" said Vladimir in a strained voice.

"Bye Vlad."

Then he was gone.

Attendant Wang found him sobbing pitifully in the middle of an empty plaza. He sighed through his nose, already knowing the reason.

He was in love with Arthur and intended to make him his consort.

One day, Vladimir would have his love.

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Francis smiled, pouring himself a glass of crimson liquid whilst watching the rising sun, everything was perfect...

"I wonder if your blood is any better than the vamps I tried earlier." Arthur remarked lightly, leaning against the blue wall on the opposite side of the room. Francis flinched, turning around to stare bewilderedly at the beautiful blonde in the doorway.

"Ah, all you had to do was ask to sample it mon amie" said Francis with a beaming smile. (my friend)

"...Is it vampire?" asked Arthur hesitantly.

"Oui, B rank, giving very willingly by a belle lady," Francis chuckled, Arthur always refused to drink human blood. It was his innocent "other half " kicking in. He poured the blonde a glass and he took it hesitantly. (yes) (beautiful)

Francis watched expectantly as Arthur sipped it gingerly.

"...It's sour." replied Arthur, frowning.

Francis stared at him.

"Your taste buds are dead mon amie, this blood is assez sweet!" he replied disbelievingly. (quite)

"Mine's sweeter."

Francis had to stop himself from salivating at the thought, he had only ever drank it once but it was the most indescribably sweet taste in the world. Nothing compared to it and he was a connoisseur; he'd tried every blood imaginable!

"That it is Arthur, that it is." he replied dreamily, running his eyes appreciatively over his form.

"Don't even think about it Frog. No sex or blood for you!"

"Not even a drop?" he whined.

"I'm out of here, I'm not your blood whore Francis!" he spat, storming from the tastefully decorated blue bedroom.

Francis sighed wistfully, his back looked just as good as his front...

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Arthur opened his red bedroom door, kicking off his shoes and dumping his shirt in the wash basket. Along with his socks, pants and underwear. He needed a shower, he still stank of G rank blood. It was such a foul scent, he was surprised Francis never noticed.

He slipped off his glove and opened his bedroom drawer, replacing it then reaching for the fresh towel on the rack. Red; all the residents had their own colour.

"Stupid G ranks" mumbled Arthur, turning on the shower and stepping inside. The water cascaded down his body and he let his muscles relax. The wound still hadn't healed, the knife must've had poison on it. He quickly washed himself, turning off the water and stepping back into the bathroom.

He really needed to bandage it- and sleep.

So, he buttoned his pyjama shirt and slid into his pants. Rolling up his sleeve, he reached for the first aid box. He was right, it was poison. He really needed rest.

God, could anything ever go well for him?