Author: Shitza (I so need to change this name... sigh)

Summary: When Lukas accidentally turns Emil into a nightwalker, things quickly spiral downhill. His former lover arrives, demanding him back, despite that nature will not allow this. Vampire hunters plot a device that will bring sunlight at night. On top of this, he now has to babysit his new younger brother.

Inspiration: Inspiration for this story has been taken from brattyteenagewerewolf's Breaking Greipnir (Den/Nor werewolf story, if you haven't read it DO SO, when you're done here), the TV-series Bloodties (I wish they had continued it), the trailer for Interview with a Vampire (yes, trailer and yes, I have seen the movie but have yet to read the books) and actual facts I've read about the old vampire lores (blegh... Twilight's sparkling vampires).

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya-san.

Location: The Nordics original home countries... though I personally have yet to visit two of these... squeaks...

IMPORTANT: I have still not watched all of Hetalia, and most likely will not for a very long time. However, for this fanfiction, I did watch parts of it, not that it really added a lot.

Rating: M, rated for swearing (in multi-language), sexual content, violence, character death, Protestant Christian references and a lot of blood.

Length: 24 chapters

Category: Romance/Supernatural

Characters in this chapter:

Emil- Iceland

Lukas- Norway

You innocent eyes, please don't blame me for eventual scaring. This story will be quite gruesome.

Ps: This first chapter will be written in Iceland's POV, the remaining story however will focus on Norway. You will see why I chose to introduce you through Iceland sooner or later, so I will not spoilt it from here.

PPs: The first three chapters act like a prologue. This is pretty much planned to contain a total of 24 chapters. Why 24, because I have no more chapter titles than that.

You'll see what I mean.


Bites, Blood, Immortality

Chapter 1

Your eyes sparkled in the lone night, your skin speckled with blood...

Would you like to be immortal?

I used to know some people who would say yes that such a question. To them death meant nothing more or less than the ultimate end for you. It was the point in your life when you would realise how meaningless it had been. After all, once we die, then that is it. We are gone, we disappear, we become forgotten.

To be honest, I used to fear that too. I feared the meaningless nothingness that came after life left you. I was scared of those empty hollow shells that came with death. I feared being just one of those names that would drown among all those million of names that never did anything. I hated the idea of being forgotten.

Perhaps that is why I used to have such ambitions. I never wanted to be lost in history, my name had to be remembered. After all, Einstein, Da Vinci, Newton- They were men that all became immortal to us. We still remember them. We still know what they achieved. We near documented their lives, fascinated such geniuses could exist. I wanted that too. And I did everything within my might to get there.

Now that I think of it, maybe I near succeeded. But now, I will never know. I have stopped fearing death long ago. If I could I would do anything to embrace it. But Lukas told me, creatures like us don't go to heaven. There is no heaven for us, we who made a pact with the devil himself. All that awaits us is the sole anguish of never being able to be reborn to this world. We are to loose ourselves within the dark swirls of nothingness that one day wish to consume us all. Vampires are such beings, we are hollow shells of our former selves. We retain our precious memories, but we slowly forget whether they are true or false. We sleep during the day, to be alluded by the illusions of the night. We hunt everything, and frolic in the sweet nectar of your blood. We constantly hunger for more.

I ask of you though, do not believe everything you hear about vampires, because it is not true.

Especially the fact that we sparkle in the sun... no, we are as nocturnal as can be.

But I am getting ahead of myself, I should tell you everything from the start.

After all, they have called us many names through the blank canvas known as time.

The nightwalkers, the bloodsuckers, the walking dead.

-000-

Reykjavik 2009

It was just perfect... so typical. Of course it had to be raining yet again.

Emil Steilsson, 23, was a PHD student of Biotechnological Engineering at the University of Iceland. He had also won several scholarships, for his innovation and brilliance in the field. This didn't necessarily make him the most brilliant of all the students, but he had ambitions and dreams that someone had agreed to back him on. Therefore he had also received funds, to finish his many projects. At least, that is what the emails sounded like when he sent and received them.

Right now, he was working on one of those. Glass boxes containing a mass amount of mosses and plants filled the room one of his professors had let him borrow. Tubes of different liquids had been wired to plants or between plants, to jars and weird contents with other liquids. There were liquids coloured in every possible colour, and whatever they contained could make a cactus blue or a daffodil purple.

Heavy rain seemingly tried to pound the thick glass windows. But he had to try and ignore the constant noise.

Oh, he was so close to succeed on his experiments, he could feel it.

"Emil?"

What the... oh shit.

He had not expected anyone to visit him at least until two o'clock. A pale faced, fair haired woman stood by the door, staring at the mass of plants and tubes. She was rather cute, her blond hair was braided into two braids hanging loosely by each side of her face. She wore a light pink dress that reached right below her knees, under her white coat.

"Maria?"

Emil straightened, nearly having knocked down one of the potted ferns in surprise.

"Yes, hae!" she said with a smile, which quickly exchanged with a worried expression.

"Hae? Who are... what are you doing here? Eh, ehm... What time is it?"

She frowned at him.

"Well, halló to you too. And it's noon. I just wanted to check if you wanted to eat lunch with me and the rest of the guys. But I can tell, you seem quite busy."

And then she left, just like that.

Emil felt like hitting himself with something, but a plant to the head would most likely knock him out. They were all potted. The thing was, he kind of had a crush on Maria, but how the hell did you tell someone 20+ that you fancied them? This was not kindergarten anymore,.

Truth was, he wasn't very social, but that didn't mean he disliked being social. He fairly wished he had somehow, magically, developed social skills over night. But that never happened.

He still felt awkward talking to people. After all, how do you start a conversation, without sounding like a complete idiot?

Emails and SMS were so much easier, at least you could edit what you wrote.

A conversation cannot be carried out like that.

"Helvíti!" he swore silently. As on cue, his stomach growled.

Yeah, he had forgotten that humans, no matter how good they are, need to eat.

And plants don't really taste so good.

Dammit.

But a lunch break meant he would need to sit down with others, in other words more weird awkwardness and rude stuff...

He'd rather skip that.

After all, he was very close to finish his project, right?

So close...

Wasn't he?

"Emil Steilsson?"

This time he didn't knock down a plant, but once more jumping in surprise he accidentally touched one of the many cacti. Ouch!

"Argh... yes, what?"

It was Hinrik Agnarsson, assistant to his mentor, Professor Wilson.

"Professor Wilson wants to see you in his office."

"Oh."

Hinrik gave him a stare.

"Well, get moving." he ordered, and Emil rushed out.

Truth to be told, Emil wasn't too fond of Hinrik. Hinrik was the kind of person who would lick your boots if you could help you climb the status ladder. If not, he would more than likely feed you to the pigs, as you'd be useless. As you can guess, Emil had been sorted into the latter category.

Professor Wilson was American and a guest professor from the University of Kentucky. He had once served military duty during his youth on the small island, and when the offer came to teach on this little island he hadn't hesitated to move, despite the food being quite unusual. Still the man had grown fond of the many hot springs and spring remedies that the Island was known for.

Emil had liked Professor Wilson early on. The man may be in his mid fifties, but he was very nice and quite popular around the university. He also didn't judge people, something Emil liked a lot.

The man's office was close to the room Emil borrowed for his experiments. So,it was just a few doors to pass before he knocked on the door.

"Enter!" Professor Wilson's deep voice said.

"Halló!"

Professor Wilson was, as you can call it, buried beneath his work. Huge piles of books lay on his desk, ranging from the practical experiments of the Earth's insides to how birds stayed airborn.

"Er... Hinrik sent me." Emil started.

"Ah yes..."

The Professor lay down the huge book he was reading.

"Sit down my boy, I am afraid you will need to. You see, I got a phone call a few minutes ago and I am afraid I have some bad news. It's about your funds from Norway, I am afraid you will not receive them."

Emil looked at him, not sure what to say.

"You see, they had a better offer. Apparently a student group from The Royal Technical University in Stockholm had theories how to use potatoes instead. I am so sorry my boy, personally I think you are much closer to something than they are. Apparently, they haven't even started yet."

Emil tightened his hands, he could not fucking believe this.

"They also felt they couldn't trust you very much, as emails can say so many things, and mean something else. They would have wished if you came to talk to them directly... bloody prunes I said. That is what the Internet is for, but they didn't listen."

The man sighed.

"I know so many people have been sceptical, but I think you are on the verge of something big. You know, we don't usually allow student such free range of the areas here,. But I felt early that you needed your space. I'll see if I can help you find new offers."

Emil nodded.

"Thank you." he said. Professor Wilson smiled.

Helvíti, this day just couldn't get worse.

-000-

It was much later that Emil was forced to pack his things. During the hours that went by he hadn't really done much. The loss of income was one of the main reasons things had gone so awfully. He had spilled two of his serum into the wrong plants, and dropped yet another fern. He was pissed about the recenet events. After all, his sole income depended on them. He had no extra job. Up until his 21th birthday his parents had supported him financially, paying his bills and giving his extra money to support himself. But the economic issues had struck them all hard. It was lucky that he was quite skilled, having developed a technique that could transfer biological materials to small electric currents. The experiment hadn't been a total success, after all there had been very little electricity made from it, making it almost pointless, but it sparked such huge interest that several public and private investments had offered to fund him.

Of course, two years later the experiments hadn't been that successful, so gradually people lost interests (thinking of it as a fluke). But he didn't give up, he knew his tests would prove useful. Any day now.

The street-lights shone brightly down on him. It was nearing winter, and the cold seeped through the fabric of his jacket into his bones. Quickly, he paced his way home, dying for some heat and warmth. He missed his apartment. He had never, truly liked the cold and he hated the night. It was nothing but depressing.

The streets were all silent, after all, the shops had closed and people were wisely in their homes warming up. Soon he'd be too.

He turned left. The air smelled faintly of salt and fish as he reached the docks. His apartment was close to sea, something he loved since he loved the ocean.

His father was a fisherman, he had often brought him with him on his many fishing tours.

He smiled faintly at the smell. It reminded him very much about those days.

He turned right next, he was almost home.

He suddenly stopped though, surprised.

What the?

In front of him were two figures, one unmistakably a woman. The other, he guessed a man, though he wasn't extremely tall. The thing that had him stop wasn't the fact that there were people on the streets, that happened from time to time, no. It was how he saw them.

The woman, closest to the light, was unusually lightly dressed for the season. She wore a sparkling red dress, reaching just to cover her more forbidden areas. She had her arms and legs draped around, what he guessed was, the man. She was moaning softly, pressing herself against her partner. Emil blushed, this was highly embarrassing, and right on the open road.

"Oh Lukas..." he heard her moan. Her head flew back, her black locks cascaded down her back. He could now see her face. She was foreign, he guessed Spanish, but who could tell. Maybe it was the hair that did it.

The man, whom he still guessed the other person was, raised a hand to reach up below the dress, causing the woman to moan even louder. Her voice seemed to reach a crescendo, as the lips travelled south, from her mouth, to her jaw, to her neck.

Suddenly she screamed, but was quickly silenced by the man's hand. Emil jumped in surprise, what had just happened? He didn't understand, but her face suddenly turned into a grimace that screamed of pain.

"Now, now... don't be so loud. I will not kill you, not yet." a male voice said softly, holding her steady. Despite this the woman started fighting back, beating her fists against the other person's chest. Flailing, trying to get loose, but something held her in an iron grip.

Emil paled. Had he heard right? Did this man intend to kill her?

The woman suddenly slumped. Emil first stared at her, she wasn't moving. His gaze lifted slightly as a man walked forward into the light.

"Disgusting," the man murmured. "Whores are the worst, there is just too much filth in them."

Emil saw the man wore some sort of sailor garments. He had pale blond hair, much like his own. But what freaked Emil the most was the man's front. Unmistakably, it had traces of spilt blood trickling from his lips.

A vampire-murderer? He had read of such strange cases. They killed their victims and drank their blood. Vampires obviously couldn't exist, but maniacs existed that believed they were such.

The man in front of him shook his head, and dragged the lifeless woman up with one hand. In a matter of paralysing minutes he had dragged the body away. Only when Emil couldn't detect him any longer did he dare to move. To his great fortune, he stood in one of the darkest corners of the street. The killer had not noticed him,despite the fact he hadn't been able to move and witnessed the entire scene. Luckily, as Emil finally was able to move and run home, he didn't encounter the maniac again. He reached the gate to his apartment. He fumbled with the keys. It wasn't until he had reached to his own door and locked it securely that he visibly relaxed.

'I must be going mental' he thought. 'No, it's just fatigue... yeah, that's it. I am just tired. Keep it together Emil, vampire murderers on Iceland... ha, that is a good laugh."

Despite this, it took hours before he fell asleep. When he finally did, the events seemed almost blurry.

He had no clue that someone had watched him. Gazing at him with curious eyes from the rooftop opposite his own. But when dawn neared the figure disappeared. There was always tomorrow.

-000-

Saturdays were good days, and when Emil woke up he had pretty much forgotten most of the events from the previous night. Okay, maybe that is not the truth, he simply believed it had all been a dream. Good for him it was Saturday and this mean no school, no awkwardness and he didn't need to make himself feel more uncomfortable than he already was until Monday.

He woke up slightly before but he decided to allow himself to sleep some more. (On regular days he'd wake up slightly past 6am). First thing he did was to start the coffee maker, he had no idea how anyone could function without coffee in the mornings.

He surely did not.

Quietly he went to get the morning newspaper from the post flap at the door, it was stuck again. News were pretty much the same, same economic crisis throughout Europe (it had been doing on for about a year or more now), same idiocy around the world. Same, same... nothing new really.

The coffee finished brewing as he finished the thin paper in his hands.

Everything was just so same-ey...

"Bzzp... bzzp... bzzp."

It went on for around a minute, before the message was recorded instead. He put in on speaker.

"Hae, it's Emil... I am busy right now, but leave a message and I may call you back."

"Emil... EMIL! Wretched brother, I know you're there. Please pick up the phone, remember... you promised to help me find a dress today."

He coughed, nearly getting coffee up his nose. The voice belonged to his younger sister Ása. He had completely forgotten he had promised to help her find a dress for their aunts wedding in February.

Helvíti, again!

He quickly scrambled to his feet, and literally ran to find something to wear. The problem with family is that they also have the keys to your home, and he knew his sister would come barging in any second now.

He barely had managed to put on jeans and a grey t-shirt over his head when the door was unlocked, and Ása stomped in. Her voice seemingly boomed from the door.

"Brother, flipping hurry up!"

"Stores don't open until later, why are you here?" Emil shouted back to her.

Ása stomped even harder (she did this when she was upset).

"Do you know how frickin' hard it is to find the right dress? Get going, lazy-ass. I want to be first in line. Yoanna called earlier, and she said she already found hers. Now I want a better one."

Please don't be quick to judge. Ása isn't a shallow or vain person in the least. However, she is awfully competitive. As kids she would compete about everything: who could eat your ice cream the fastest, who could climb the highest tree, who could swim the farthest, he usually won all of those competitions as he was 4 years older than her. When she finally realised this she stopped competing with him, and moved to stay competitive in everything else. Well... almost. She was very nice, but she hated being beaten.

He had just managed to get his boots on, when she screamed: "Race ya!"

Emil sighed, but hurried after. The best dress store wasn't too far away, and by the time they got there (it was still closed), he had won again. They waited for an hour before the store did open, and by then his hands were numb (he'd forgotten his gloves in the hurry), and they both did funny little movements to stay warm.

It wasn't until many, many, many... who knows just how many, dresses later that she finally found the one. It was a simple violet dress, but it looked perfect on her as both of them had violet eyes and very fair hair. It literally made her look like a royal princess from somewhere up North, but not Icelandic as Iceland didn't have a monarchy of their own. Emil could finally sigh in relief, he was happy they were done, he didn't fancy these things himself. He barely comprehended why women spent so much time on clothes, really.

Ása was bubbling with happiness as they left the store. She even offered to buy him dinner, as he was starving and it had taken them several hours to decide on the one dress she wanted. They went to a small restaurant that served traditional Icelandic food.

Once they had sat down and ordered the conversations started again.

"So, how is it going? Anything new on the love interests yet?" Ása asked.

His face went beet red.

"N-no... n-n-no such things"

"You're blushing, that means you're lying. Tell me, I want to know who it is." she said triumphantly.

He kept silent.

"Tell me, please!" she begged.

"Maria..." he murmured.

She cheered, he tried to hush her as some people turned their heads.

"Hah, I knew it. So, have you asked her out?"

He blushed even more.

"What, seriously? Emil Steilsson, you twat... you have to ask her out. If you have a crush on her. I mean, half of Reykjavik must know by now." she crossed her arms.

"Shush... not so loud." he tried to shush her.

"You are hopeless."

She sighed.

"On Monday you will tell her, understood!" was her order, and he shook his head.

"Why do you always ask me these things?" he asked, feeling utterly deflated.

"Because if I don't, then you will never move on. And I want nephews or nieces one day."

"Kids isn't something you create just like that."

"Yes it is, you're a man. Use your dick, you've got one, haven't you?"

Emil sighed. His sister was normally very cute, but she could also be a true pest.

"Yoanna already has two... I want one as well." she said, and she meant it.

Why... why...

Luckily for him the food arrived, and Ása got other things to think about. They both had ordered halibut and potatoes. It was a comfortable silence, after all he preferred this to the endless questions she could blurt out. And he enjoyed the silence.

"This is awesome!" she exclaimed at the tender fish.

"Mhm..."

They finished their meals quickly, both Having been extremely hungry after the dressing. They both skipped desserts, neither had a sweet tooth and besides, Ása had to hurry home to help their father sort his fish-accounting. Ása paid. Last summer she had gotten a job at the fish market, it paid quite well since she kept on getting a raise (she was very good at convincing you to buy twice as much as you intended). The swiftly left the new more and more crowded restaurant.

"Come visit us more often, okay. Mother misses you a lot. And father always need an extra hand on the boat." she said as they left the restaurant.

"I will." he promised, meaning it. Ása walked off into the opposite direction, towards their old family home. He watched her for a while, before turning home as well. The sun had gone down hours ago, it was nearing winter after all.

Only, he found himself face to face with someone he had, up until this point, thought was a dream.

"I am sorry." the man said in front of him.

Then everything went black.

-000-

When he awoke he felt awfully cold. His limbs hurt, as if he had been still for several days without moving. His head, his entire body hurt awfully. It pounded as if someone was trying to hammer him, which they probably were. His body felt very cold, and he was hungry. So hungry.

It was dark, so dark... he hated the darkness, he panicked. Slowly at first, he tried to move whatever that was in front of him. A door? A lid?

He was lying down.

His hits gradually got stronger, until the lid suddenly flew off. He sat up, looked around. It was dark, but his eyes somehow quickly got used to it. He could see very clearly, as if it had been at the light of day.

He looked down, and a scream coursed through his throat.

'A chest... no... a coffin... dead, am I dead? No, this cannot be, I was alive just a minute ago. Someone has to be joking... ha ha, yes a joke. That's funny, what?'

"Shut up down there, we don't need to have neighbours investigating, do we?" a male voice said. He recognised it. He felt drawn to it, like a mother calling her child.

Footsteps could be heard walking down towards him. He looked up, he recognised this man.

He still wore a sailor uniform, albeit this one was white and not dark. He carried with him a small cat in one hand. It was purring, In the other he held a wrapped package, of unknown content.

Emil gazed at the animal hungrily. He didn't know why, but he was starving, and the animal looked so tasty.

"Here." the other man said handing him the small animal by the scruff of his neck, what was his name again?

Emil grabbed the defenceless animal and bit down. Somehow his teeth managed to puncture a vein in the now squealing creature, before it quickly stilled.

The sailor-clad man, dragged the lifeless body away from him.

"We'll get you more later, you newborns are always so hungry. But, keep in mind to always drink it fresh or you'll get sick. Human or animal doesn't really matter, though human significantly taste better and keeps the hunger at bay longer. But, I am pretty sure you won't be ready for that for a while. I am Lukas, your Maker. What was your name again? I know that woman told me the other day."

Emil barely comprehended what Lukas said. He was still starving, the small creature wasn't near enough to quench his thirst. He reached out, hoping to have a nip at Lukas' arm.

"Later," Lukas barked. Emil cowered obediently. Lukas sighed.

"The sun set an hour ago,I was wondering when you would decide to wake up. You've been dead for three days, took me forever to dig you up. Anyway here!" he tossed him the package he carried. "New clothes, unless you want to walk around like the dead man you are."

Emil quickly unwrapped his new garments. It was a plan black shirt and stretchy black jeans. Lukas sighed.

"I'm gonna kill him slowly. At least he will know now that I am not weak!"

Lukas motioned for him to follow. They walked up from the dark basement that he had slept in, who knew. Outside the moon was bright, very bright, it almost blinded him.

"Come." Lukas said and walked down the street. Emil followed obediently. After all, his Maker was soon going to feed him. He was starving. He wanted blood.

-000-

Your eyes sparkled in the lone night, your skin speckled with blood.

-000-

TBC


Vampire details and facts taken from the book "Ockult" published by Nicotext in Swedish. It was a nice balance to the regular vampire-creations made. And sod off Twilight, I will never admit that "sparkling" vampires exist. Did she ever research vampires? They're practically demons in human flesh! Geesh...

I still respect someone who does manage to somehow create such a huge fanbase, but I won't respect sparkling vampires... no way!

Ps: Updates for this story will occur when I have the time to update. I am currently working on a bachelor, and using this story as a mean of getting my creative side out (If I don't, I'll literally get depressed, I need to be creative daily). So please, do not spam the reviews for updates. The outline for this story is made, but I haven't written down a lot.