A scream echoed through the dark alleyways, however, everyone who heard was too scared to leave their beds, knowing the horror that awaited them outside their doors. Her footsteps echoed as she ran as fast as she could, her pretty eyes were wide with terror, she looked around desperately for someone who could help her, she knew that it was a bad idea to stay out late in London, especially with what had been happening to local prostitutes lately, but she just had to make money tonight, and now it may cost her life. Blood still poured from the ugly wound on her shoulder, she had barely managed to get out of the grip of the monster, but she knew that it wasn't far behind her; she had to get away, now.
She gasped when she heard low growling from behind her, despite her better judgement, she turned around. However she didn't see the monster that attacked her, she saw a man standing a couple of metres behind her, wearing a long black cape and a top hat, a proper gentleman.

"S-sir!" She gasped as she turned around and limped towards the gentleman, pressing her hand to her wound, desperate to keep the blood from further staining her long dress. "Please, sir; you have to help me!"

"You know it's bad for young ladies like yourself to be out at this hour… this is the hunting hour, I am sure you're aware of that…" The gentleman explained in a refined accent, his mouth curving into a wide and hungry smile as he spoke.

The girl stuttered as she began to step back, however, before she could step back far enough; her back collided with a cold, but soft figure. She froze as she saw two gloved head reach around her, before grabbing her around the shoulders, covering her mouth; effectively silencing her.

She tilted her head back, if she was going to die; she wanted to see the face of the one who did it. It was the monster, those same black eyes with bright blue pupils that she had seen before she was attacked, he had come to finish her off. She tried to scream and fight her way out of his grip, however, the pain from the wound on her shoulder held her back, as well as the inhuman strength of her captor.

"Do you want to go first, darling?" The monster asked the gentleman, in an American accent.

"Ohh~" The gentleman cooed as he removed his top hat, shocking the girl with the same black eyes as the monster, but his pupils were a deep glowing green, "you're too kind…" This time, as the gentleman spoke, sharp fangs became visible and sent a wave of fear down the girl's spine. The gentleman smiled at the girl, baring his sharp fangs, until suddenly he gripped her hair and pulled her hair back, before sinking those fangs into her neck.
She screamed into the monsters hand as the gentleman attacked her neck with his fangs, she could feel the blood pour into his mouth and her life drain away as he violently bit into her; she slowly lost the ability to fight back. The loss of blood and the excruciating pain of his bite made her weak, and she eventually lost her ability to scream, or even think clearly as she drifted into unconsciousness.

Arthur knew that he had done his job when the girl's body went limp; he pulled himself away from her, and let her body go limp in Alfred's arms. Satisfied with his job, Arthur stepped back, feeling her blood drip from his lips and run down his chin and neck, ruining his white corsage.
He released a deep breath as he felt the blood run down his throat and send tingles through his hands, the blood-rush of power gave Arthur the sense that he was flying. His thirst for human blood had been satisfied.

"Enjoy yourself?" Alfred asked.

"Heh…" Arthur chuckled, "have your fun; we'll blame this one on good old Jack the Ripper, eh?"

"Indeed," Alfred replied as he dragged the girl's body into a dark corner of the alleyway, before lying her down, "If I make this messy, they're going to think that the Ripper did this to her. Knowing that loon, he'll take the blame happily. They found another one recently, so he is active."

"Was it one of ours?" Arthur asked.

"No. Our last meal was a man about a week ago, they haven't found him, yet," Alfred replied, "now please, let me enjoy my meal…"

Alfred wasn't as poised and controlled as Arthur, when he eats he becomes wild beast. Arthur likened Alfred's eating habits to a werewolf, he would growl, throw around the body, destroy it and leave a terrible mess, and Arthur found it unbelievable that Alfred was a vampire. By the time the American had finished with her, the poor girls body was hardly recognisable which was a shame, because Arthur though that she had a pretty face.

Hundreds of years passed after that night, and hundreds of more lives followed hers, Alfred and Arthur moved all over the world, watching civilisations rise and fall before them. They fought in the wars; making a meal of enemy soldiers, as well as retired to the shadows, feasting on the patrons of the nightlife of wherever they lived.
They were happy with their existence, despite the chaos they created, they lived relatively peacefully domestically and anyone who visited wouldn't think twice about what lovely people Alfred and Arthur were, but that was only because they wanted them to think that way. As soon as the sun went down, the monsters within Alfred and Arthur came out to hunt, their craving for fresh blood overcame any sense of logic, and they'd attack anyone who was unfortunate enough to cross their paths.

They lived all over the world, swapping locations every couple of decades to avoid suspicion, but as technology advanced, they became more careful, however, the monsters within them craved more blood as their power grew. Alfred became stronger and faster than normal, whilst Arthur learned that he had more than charm and charisma, he could have anyone do anything he wanted; even if it was to let him bite them. They were evolving as vampires as well as evolving as partners. And they finally took their ultimate forms as vampires, and ultimate monsters.
Of course, they were not alone, if a home they had chosen happened to be in the territory of another supernatural creature, they would take that territory from them with force. For instance, they were living in Russia for some time, and they happened to be living in the same city as a werewolf, who had marked that area as his territory, when he confronted them about it and asked them to leave: they killed him… they were not afraid of anyone else, and they did not care about who they had to hurt in order to get what they wanted. They knew that they were powerful, and no one could stand in their way…

Their new location was New York, ironically; it was where they first met centuries ago, they wanted to return to this place and call it their home for an amount of time. However, as soon as they stepped out of the taxi before their new home, Arthur cringed so hard he nearly fell over.

"Arth—oh my god!" Alfred hissed, getting a whiff of the air and recognising the scent that made any vampires blood boil.

"Werewolves…" Arthur hissed.

"Heh…" Alfred chuckled as he covered his nose with his sleeve, "looks like we're going to have to take another territory…"

Arthur grimaced as the scent rocked him to his very core, the scent of werewolves slapped him across the face, enraging him enough to go into a frenzy, "I'm looking forward to that… we will exterminate the werewolves of New York city…"