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Warning: Bloodplay, cursing, tomatoes and beer...
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DEAD MEAT.
"…Hey…how exactly does it taste?" Gilbert asked, curiosity setting in as he looked at the crimson liquid on his friend's fingers.
"It tastes like…" Antonio had put the finger on his mouth again, his tongue licking the blood off of it.
"Tomatoes! The most delicious things I've ever tasted! It's sweet but has this sting like when I used to eat tomatoes!" Antonio exclaimed suddenly making the Prussian cringed.
"Dummkopf, how in the world would blood taste like a vegetable?" Gilbert asked.
Antonio scowled at the Prussian. "Tomatoes aren't vegetables, they're fruits, bastardo…"
"Vegetables, fruits, that's so unawesome…" Gilbert grumbled, trying to mask his embarrassment.
"Tomatoes are awesome!"
"No they're not!"
"Yes, they are you idiot!"
"Watch who you call an idiot, you moron!"
Arthur could hear voices shouting. He feels that he's head is spinning and that he could feel the Earth spinning itself. He let out a groan.
'What the hell happened? Where in the bloody fucking world did I get myself transported to? And if I find out that Allistor and Patrick has something to do with this I'll…'
Images of rich, brown locks, slightly tanned skin and gleaming red eyes flashed through Arthur's head.
Not to mention those fangs…
'fangs…'
Arthur's eyes snapped open, instinctively trying to get his arms up but to no avail. He thrashed around, desperately trying to break the chains.
'Shit, bloody fucking hell! How could I pass out like that! I just gotten myself caught by vampires! Two blood-thirsty, blood-sucking and dead! Wait, they're undead! BLOODY DEAD! I need to escape from this!'
'Not to mention…'
Arthur was cutoff when he felt something, someone, straddle him. His emerald eyes meeting gleaming blood-red ones. Arthur felt a drop of sweat roll down his temple as the vampire leaned in, his lips curved into a smug smile. The vampire closed the distance between them even more by putting his left hand besides Arthur's head and used that as leverage. He stared directly at the vampire's eyes, their noses only millimeters apart.
"You awake again, si?" The man said, his breath cold against the Englishman's skin. Arthur stiffened.
'probably hungry vampires…' Arthur's mind, not-so-helpfully supplied.
"Is there something wrong, you look tense?" The vampire playfully reached for the two puncture marks he made earlier, thumb and the man's nail digging deeply through the flesh, Arthur winced as he felt warm blood, his blood, roll down his neck. And also from the pricking pain, of course…He would have glance towards it if he wasn't busy watching the vampire for any chance of throwing the man off again.
No chance ever came.
"What's wrong? Is it painful? Oh how silly of me, Mr. Human, of course it is." Arthur saw the vampire take a large breath in. "The smell of your blood is mouthwatering. What blood type are you Mr. Human? AB positive? Or maybe AB negative?" The man let out a jolly laugh.
Arthur wanted to strangle the bastard.
"It reminds me tomatoes~" The man smiled. Arthur could see the man's pearly-white teeth.
And the fangs, of course the fangs…The bloody fucking incisors…
Arthur's eyes widened as another one leaned in the altar, grabbing the Spanish man's(Arthur was dead sure that the man is Spanish) assaulting hand away from his wounds and putting the Spanish vampire's thumb in his mouth.
The image was disturbing to say the least but then Arthur forgot…
They're vampires and there was blood on the thumb…And most importantly…
They're vampires, they're suppose to be disturbing…
Especially to the prey.
Arthur stared at the new comer. He guessed it was the 'Egoistic German' from earlier. And that this man's also a vampire. He has to deal with two blood-sucking leeches…
Of course, whatever luck Arthur has right now. He's cursing it all right. He also grimaced at the slurping sound echoing through the room.
With a wet sound, the German vampire released the thumb. All spick and clean of blood…
And soon, Arthur would be all spick and clean of blood too…
Arthur shivered at the thought.
"You're so wrong. He tastes like the most expensive and delicious beer I've ever tasted when I was human. How can that…" The vampire looked at Arthur briefly. "…taste anywhere near tomatoes is beyond the awesome me. Well, that is if Spanish tomatoes tasted like beer which I doubt. Not even the genius of Prussians were able to create beer-tasting potatoes…"
"Shut up, he so does taste like tomatoes. And don't mix my tomatoes with your third rate beer please."
"Hey, Prussian beer is not third rate, you tomato-loving bastard!" The Prussian(Arthur honestly doesn't see the difference between a Prussian and a German) leaned in, his right hand on the right sight of Arthur's head.
'The man has white hair-' Arthur was cut off when a surprising warm tongue dragged across the punctures. Arthur let out a surprised yelp, the chains rattling.
He could feel the man's lips curve into a smirk. The bastard…
Arthur couldn't help but sigh when the man leaned away. He controlled himself not to gulp when he saw the platinum-haired vampire licked his lips getting rid of the blood grazing on his lips.
And also to keep away the thought that he was going to be eaten alive by these two blood-sucking leeches.
"Well, we do have a special treat, I mean, guess, tonight…" Gilbert said drawing a curious expression from Antonio and a worried expression on Arthur's face.
"What do you mean by that?" Antonio asked, curious of what his friend mean.
Gilbert turned towards Arthur, smirking. Arthur refused to face either of them continued staring at the ceiling since Antonio is still straddling him.(Why won't he get off!)
"Do you want me to tell him? This guy's pretty hungry after all?" Arthur paled, a gnawing feeling in his guts told him that this vampire knows. This vampire knows. Antonio stared, confused by the two's conversation.
"Oh well, I don't know how the hell Francis caught you but I'm glad he did. It wouldn't be good if you fell into that Russian's hands from the other coven you know." Antonio got dizzy. Why in the world would Gilbert talk about Ivan and his coven? They're like two towns away from here…
Gilbert leaned in again, red eyes staring straight at Arthur's green ones. Arthur stiffened when Gilbert's eyes lowered, his breath skimming over the bloody wounds. Arthur thought Gilbert would bite him but the Prussian didn't and just drew a long breath above the wound before he spoke.
Arthur felt like a wounded animal, having his blood smell and savored by flesh-hungry wolves…
" Antonio, Do you know what a Magi is?"
Arthur felt like he was nailed right through that cross-shaped altar right that second. He also felt the Prussian's suddenly warm breath on the wounds, teasingly wafting on the wounds. The Spanish vampire or Antonio, as the Prussian vampire addressed the man straddling him, only shook his head, face devoid of any knowledge over the matter that was asked.
"Well a magi is someone who can use magic. No, they're not witches okay, there's a difference. A magi's ability is inborn, they are purposely raised and trained to become magis from the very start. And there are many kinds, not just the ones that resemble witches. Magis are rare for the fact that there are only a few surviving clans of them around. There used to be tons and tons but then they were hunted down for their abilities and they were later outnumbered by lesser magic users like witches."
Gilbert leaned back but not before smirking at Arthur's pale face. Antonio stared at his friend, the impatient part of him screaming for the man to get to the fucking point while the patient, understanding part wished the man would continue.
"Another reason why Magis are so rare is because they are sought after delicacies for high-ranking vampires and not just any magi, it has to be the purest in the family, usually the youngest or the one with the most untapped magical aura. That's why families of Magis has been hunted and attack for those. That's why lots of their clans has been thoroughly searched and taken down. But not all family has them so it's rare when you come across even one in you immortal life" Gilbert's smirk got bigger when he saw the awe on his friend's face and the appalled expression on their dinner's face.
"I heard that those few and selected Magis blood tastes awesome. They're like drugs that could get you high. And they give a taste depending on the vampire's tastes…" Arthur seriously hopes the man is just kidding. Even he didn't know that…
Gilbert's smirked turned feral. "And we just happen to have one in our grasp, my friend~"
Arthur and Antonio stared at the Prussian, confusion on their faces. Gilbert had to hold himself from smacking the daylights out of the two for being so goddamn slow!
Antonio's stomach released a sound that signifies that it understood what Gilbert told them. And since Antonio's stomach is separated from his brain so his brain still processes it. Meanwhile Arthur's expression turned from worry to slow but evident realization. Unconciously, he felt cold sweat form on his body.
The next thing Gilbert knew was that the Spaniard was gleaming like the sun he hasn't seen for a few hundred years ago, looking as if he had hit found El Dorado. There was a trail on saliva on the side of his mouth as he looked at the magi, quite like a dog with a new dog treat. There were irritatingly bright sparkles around Antonio(and no, this isn't Twilight) that made Gilbert's mouth quirked into a strained smile. Well, the look on their dinner's face made up for that…
Arthur face was a mixture of mortification and annoyance as those(Gilbert is still sure that he isn't imagining things) sparkles were sent to his way. Over all it was a funny site that made Gilbert throw a gaiety laugh that echoed through the dark hall of the large castle they were in.
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