Arthur is a normal seventeen-year old who makes a living by pickpocketing. One day he is atacked by a vampire, but Iain saves him. Now a shapeshifting demon and a newborn vampire must work together in order not to be killed by the excorcists.

The blonde young man was woken up by the sunlight shining into his room. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times. He turned around in his bed once more and streched before getting up.

"A new day, a new chance..." He said to himself like he did every morning. He just believed that everyday a big change could happen. Maybe he would win the lottery, or maybe something even more exciting...

He entered the bathroom wich was adjacent to his bedroom. Not like he was rich enough to afford a house with things like adjacent bathrooms, it was quite the reverse actually. He lived in a cheap hotel. Unable to even pay the rent of a small appartment he was forced to stay in a hotel. The hotel was only seventy dollars a day, so he could afford it. He stared into the mirror above the sink. His light green eyes looked sleepy but not tired, and his hair was messy as always. He didn't even try to comb it anymore, it would look the same anyway. He quickly brushed his teeth, and stepped into the shower.

"The one great thing about living in an hotel is not having to pay for water and electricity." He thought. After showering he put on a green shirt, a simple pair of jeans and his old white sneakers. He walked through the door and locked it before leaving. He walked down the corridor, past some other rooms, and left through the emergency exit. He hated using the main entrance, because there would always be people staring at him and saying things like: "Oh look, it's the guy that actually lives in this cheap hotel!" As he walked down the iron stairs hanging to the side of the building, he looked up at the sky. The sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds, so the sky was filled with a dazzling blue color. He smirked. Good weather meant lots of people on the streets, and that meant money. He was currently living of the money he got by pickpocketing. Yes, that's something only little boys do, but he was only seventeen so it's acceptable right? He didn't want to steal large amounts of money due to the high risk of being caught. He really didn't need to either. Though he would like to at least live in a appartment in stead of the hotel, his life was pretty much okay. He loved not having to get up and go to work or school every morning. He loved choosing how he would spend his day instead of following a schedule. Some people call it recklessness, but he called it freedom. He walked down the street, and entered the little cafe he usually eats breakfast at.

"Good morning, Arthur!" A voice yelled behind the counter. Arthur looked at the lady with a smile.

"Good morning, Leah." He said. The lady had short, dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She smiled friendly as she cleaned the bar to make sure everything was fresh at the start of a new day. Arthur sat down in front of her and she looked at him.

"Want some coffee?" She said with a mocking smile on her face.

"Ofcourse not!" Arthur said, looking slightly disgusted. He had always hated coffee. Tea really was the only way to go. If there wasn't any tea, he'd drink water, but never would he drink coffee.

Leah laughed at his face. "I'm just kidding! It's always funny how you react to that question. You really are the perfect example of the English stereotype."

Arthur smiled a that. "You think so?" He really was English. He had been living in the centre of a big American city for as long as he could remember, but he somehow knew that he came from England. Surpisingly had had kept his accent over all those years.

Leah nodded. "Yeah! Also, what would it be today?"

"The usual is okay."

"Again just toast and tea?" Leah said as if she couldn't believe it. "You really need to eat more if you want to grow you know.. Just look at how skinny you are! And not to mention your height..."

Arthur nearly choked at that sentence. "I-I just still need to get my growth spurt!" He said quickly. He knew Leah was right though. Compared to other boys his age he was built rahter fragile. Still he didn't like it when people mentioned it, but if it was Leah he could take it. She was a good friend after all.

"Yeah, and unless you don't eat more, you won't get one at all! Are you sure you don't want anything else?"

Arthur slightly frowned at that. "Well, I would like to, but I don't have enough money to-"

Leah shoved a plate with a complete English breakfast on it towards him. "Just eat this! It's on the house, you know?" She blinked when she said it.

Arthur looked surprised, but then smiled and thanked her gratefully. It's been I while since he ate something like this. He started eating eagerly and enjoyed every bit of it.

Arthur quickly walked through the narrow alley. He had lived in this city for as long as he could remember, and he knew that this was a quick and easy way to get to the most crowded street he knew. There were shops, restaurants, clubs and often lots of other attractions like street performers. It was almost twelve o'clock now, and that was a good moment to start 'collecting' money. Especially on hot, sunny days like these, when there would be even more people. He kept walking and soon he came to a very broad street. It was filled with people so it was very crumped up and hard to understand what everyone was saying. He entered a 'stream' of people and was being pushed forward by the people behind him. It was hard to see what was happening around him due to all the tall people surrounding him, but he always thought of that as an advantage. If he couldn't see around him, then people couldn't see him either. He noticed a guy next to him. He was tall, muscular, and had his blonde hair slicked back to keep it out of his face. He looked very stern. He was wearing a blue jeans with small pockets. Because of that, his wallet sticked out. It looked full, as if it were holding a lot of money. Arthur smirked. Some people seemed as if they just wanted to be robbed by him. Now he just had to wait for the right moment. The man was talking to a shorter man next to him.

"But you really have to help me with this Ludwig! If you don't, I'm definitely going to die!" The shorter one said with a panicking voice. He jad a strong Italian accent, and sounded as if he was about to cry. "And I don't want to die! If I die, I won't be able to eat pasta anymore!" Arthur noticed a weird curl in his hair, though the rest of his hair was rather straight.

The taller one sighed, and turned his head to his Italian friend. "Stop acting like that! Your not going to die!" Arthur was surprised to hear a German accent. "And will you stop acting so obsessed over pasta? We don't have time for these things. You know what we came here for..." This was his chance! The man was distracted now, so Arthur had to act quickly. He slipped his hand into the man's pocket, grabbed the wallet and swiftly pulled it out. The man didn't seem to notice anything. After all, Arthur had been doing this for years now. He had enough experience to make sure no one would ever catch him. Still, it was dangerous to hang around them much longer. He wrestled his way through the crowd to get further away from the two foreigners. He went to a public toilet to see how much money he got. He entered a stall, and locked the door. He opened the brown, leather wallet. He didn't expect a lot to be in it, since expectations would only leave him dissapointed most of the time. When he saw what was in it, he opened his mouth to yell something in surprise. Then he remembered he was in a public toilet and had to keep it down."Bloody hell.." He whispered instead. He stared at the wallet filled with euro's. A few coins ofcourse, but mostly paper. He counted it quickly, and then counted it again to make sure he hadn't made a mistake. It came down to €653,50.
'Why would anyone bring this much money with them?' He thought. Not that he minded ofcourse. The more the better. He left the toilet with a smile on his face. Now he didn't need to steal all day. Just a few more wallets and he could enjoy this hot summer day just like everyone else was doing right now.

Two hours passed and he collected quite a lot in that time. He stole four wallets while pretending to watch a street performance, and two more while just walking between the crowd. He just decided he had stolen enough money for today when he noticed a man walking in front of him. He was tall and strong built, but not extremely muscular. His hair was bright red, like the colour of blood. He wore dark loose jeans ,a simple black T-shirt and black sneakers with white details. Arthur couldn't see his eyes, but expected them to be something like dark brown. He saw a small black wallet sticking out of his pocket. 'Well, a little extra is always good.' He thought. He took it the same way as he had done with the German man earlier. Then he turned around and fought his way through the people who were all walking in the opposite way he was going now.

"Ahh..." Arthur sighed as he finally sat down after walking trhough the crowds for so long. He looked at his watch. "Four o'clock already.." He thought back at all the money he got today. Alltogether is was $540,90 and €653,50 which he still had to convert into dollars. He remembered the redhaired man's little wallet in his pocket and opened it to look inside. He shrugged when he only saw a ten dollar bill. 'It's better than nothing.' He thought. A waitress came walking over to him.

She smiled cheerfully as she talked. "What would you like to order, sir?" Arthur was surprised as he hadn't even noticed he sat down at a cafe's terrace.

"Ehm.. I eh.." He stumbled clumsilly. Suddenly he remembered the Ten dollar bill in the small black wallet. He smiled.

"I'd like something refreshing, please. What can you offer?"

The girl seemed happy to help him and smiled brightly when she answered. "We have a new drink called Arizon. It's a very special ice tea, and it's perfect for hot days like these."

Arthur smiled back at her. "I'd like that then."

"Okay then. Please wait while I get you your drink." She turned around elegantly and walked away. Arthur smiled to himself. It really was great to have money. Normally he wouldn't spend money on things like this, but why not? Today he wanted to enjoy himself, and so he did.

Arthur was strolling around the boulevard when he noticed the sun was starting to set. He sat down, took off his shoes, and had his toes touch the cold seawater. He stared toward the horizon where a huge golden ball was slowly sinking into the water. The sun left a path of golden reflected sunlight on the sea. He felt a soft wind blow trough his hair and past his face. He sighed. For as far as he knew had lived in this city his whole life. He couldn't even remember ever having left it. Still he wanted to leave someday. He wanted to see the world. He had heard about countries where snow fell all year round, and countries where it always was summer. He had heard about volcanoes, and exotic dances... Maybe he would have learned about those things if he had went to school, but since he hadn't, the world was one big mistery to him. He laid down on his side, while still looking at the sunset. He loved looking at it. He wondered about the countries that were far across the sea. If those countries were there, then the sun was rising to them now...

Arthur slowly opened his eyes, and expected to see the sunrise again, but to his surprise it was already completely dark. He quickly sat up and looked at his watch. "Eleven fifty!" He shouted out. "Just how long have I been asleep?"
He got up and started walking slowly. All of a sudden he remembered the hotel's most annoying rule. The hotel didn't allow any guests who didn't have a room yet after twelve o'clock, and since he hadn't paid for his room yet today, they wouldn't let him enter. If he got too late, he wouldn't be able to enter the hotel anymore, and he would have to sleep outside. It was about fifteen minutes walking to the hotel, but if he ran he might make it before midnight.

He started running. It was very tiring, and he couldn't keep up running for a long time. He had never been very good at physical things like that, but this time he had to push himself to keep going. He used every possible shortcut he knew. Most of them were dark alleys. He hated walking through alleys at night. He had always believed in things like evil spirits and ghosts, and if there had to be a place where those beings would gather, it would have to be in those dark alleys. No matter how much he hated using them, this was a special case.

He stopped in the middle of an alley to catch his breath. He bowed forward and put his hands on his knees while panting heavily. Suddenly he heard slow footsteps behind him. His whole body stiffened. He held his breath in fear and slowly turned around, but he didn't see anything. He turned around again and started walking. "It's my imagination.. It was just my imagination..." He told himself.

He was just about to start running again when he heard the same footsteps. This time the were harder and clearer, as if the person who made them was coming closer now. He turned around. Quickly this time, but still he didn't see anything. He swallowed, and told himself how he would never come here again at night. He turned around, took one step and felt someone's breath in his neck. He shivered, almost turned around, but then decided that the smartest thing he could do was run. So he ran. He had never run that fast before. He heard the footsteps coming after him, but then they went silent. He almost thought he had outrun the person when he suddenly he felt something sharp pierce his shoulder.

It felt as if a hand with fingers as sharp as knives grabbed him. He screamed in fear and pain when he was thrown against a wall as if he was nothing. He trembeled when he stared at the person who did this to him. It was hard to see him, but he figured it was a man. He was tall, and stood in a position that looked like the attacking position of a beast. Arthur held his bleeding shoulder, and held his breath as he was too afraid to even breath. He sat on the ground while leaning against the wall he was just thrown at, and stared up at the red eyes that were looking at him as if the person wanted nothing more than kill him.

Arthur had never seen anything like them before. The eyes seemed as if they emitted blood red light, and the black pupils weren't round, but were slitted like a beast's. The eyes glared at him. Arthur wanted to scream, but his voice refused to work. He trembeled and tried to get up, but before he even saw it happening, he was smacked against the wall again. The red-eyed man held him by his arm and his sharp claw-like nails wounded him.

Arthur felt frozen. He knew he was going to die now. He thought about all the things he still wanted to do, and he thought about the things he was going to miss. He was silently wishing to be born again in this world when he felt two amazingly sharp teeth pierce his neck, and gasped for air. It felt as if his blood was being sucked out of him, and he was being drained of life force. He felt his body go numb and cold. He was on the verge of dying when the arm suddenly released it's grip, and the teeth were drawn back from his neck. Arthur fell down and hit his head on the ground. He heard something being thrown against the wall with a loud smack, and though his senses almost completely had stopped working, he was sure it wasn't himself. After that, everything went black...

AN

Yeaah! I'm so excited! This is the first time I wrote a story and actually uploaded it!
OK, this might be a really weird story, but I felt like writing something about inhuman beings and Hetalia. The result? This weird story xD And for all you people who want to read about ScotlandxEngland (or maybe even EnglandxScotland O_o) I'm sorry to dissapoint you, but I'm not planning on making this a yaoi fanfic. I'm really sorry!
There might be some language mistakes, I'm also really sorry about those! .
I just LOVE the British family aph-characters, but I don't even live there... I don't live in any other English-speaking country either, I actually live in the Netherlands. For that reason, Netherlands might appear in the story later on. Who knows?...
By the way, the characters that I didn't make up myself might act a little OOC (out of character) from time to time. Especially Arthur/Enland. (He'll probably be kind of OOC all the time xD) And just to make sure everyone understands:
Arthur = England (oc course XD)
Iain = Scotland

Thank you so much for reading this, and please review!