Hello! So, I know I should be working more on Black Cloak but . . . You know. This idea has been bugging me forever. I had to. Well, I'm not going to talk very much. So here you go.

"Shit, shit shit!" Arthur exclaimed, running down an alleyway, a sword in hand. An eerie laugh echoes down the dark alley. Following the laugh, a small cry from a child, causing Arthur to run faster. Soon, he reaches a dead end and found a little girl laying on the ground. The blond ran up to the little girl and crouched down next to her., checking her pulse.

Nothing.

Arthur sighed and closed the girls lifeless eyes and gave a small prayer before standing up. He then growled with frustration, looking around, finding no sign that his target was still there. "Damn it!" he muttered, punching the wall next to him. Then he sighed again and started walking out of the alley, pressing a button on his sword so that it would turn into a ring.

"That's the fifth victim this week . . . I have to catch him!" he said aloud.

"Excuse me."

Arthur turned around and gasped, quickly trying to turn his ring back into a sword. In front of him stood the little girl that was supposed to be dead. She was 'new'. And those who are 'new' are usually very hungry.

"Excuse me, sir. Do you have any food? I'm quite hungry." she said, Arthur catching a glimpse of her fangs.

Arthur shook his head. "I'm sorry . . ." he said before quickly lunging towards the little Vampire, his sword that was purified by holy water aiming at her chest so that he could put the poor girl out of her misery. But, before he could do so, something, or someone, stops the Brit, gripping his wrist tightly, causing him to drop his sword. Arthur looks up and his eyes widen a bit when he sees his target smirking down at him.

He shook his head as if he was disappointed. "Arthur, I am ashamed! You claim to be a gentleman yet here you are, attacking this poor little girl!" the Vampire said.

"Shut it demon! Now let me go!" Arthur growled, struggling.

"How impolite." he said, his grips tightening, causing Arthur to let out a cry of pain. "Say please."

"Never." Arthur said, grinding his teeth together in pain, feeling his wrist breaking.

"Tsk, tsk. Do you realize the position you're in? For instance, I could paralyze you right now," the Vampire let go of his wrist but before Arthur could pick his sword up and stab the Vampire, the blond Vampire struck a nerve. Arthur collapsed onto the ground, finding himself paralyzed.

The Vampire crouched down next to the hunter, earning a glare when tilted the Brit's chin to make sure that he could look him in the eye. "What will you do now, mon petit lapin? But a better question yet, what will I do? I could leave you here for this poor little girl. I could also turn you as well. Or . . ." the Vampire moved closer and closer towards the crook of Arthur's neck, causing the sandy blond to panic and struggle to move.

"I could make you mine." he whispered against his skin, licking him slowly before sinking his fangs into Arthur's neck.

Arthur wanted to scream. But something commanded him not to. That something also told him to relax, to give in. He knew that he wouldn't be able to move due to being paralyzed. He was screwed.

Over and over, he went over what just happened, trying to figure out where he went wrong. But he couldn't find it. Soon, his vision starts to blur and his thoughts become jumbled. The places that he still had feeling in went numb.

All he could feel was the Vampire on his neck, doing something. He didn't even notice when the Vampire pulled away until he whispered in his ear. "My name is Francis Bonnefoy and from now on, I am your master, Arthur Kirkland."

Arthur knew that he could still talk, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He was too busy trying to stay awake. He couldn't focus on any thoughts that ran though his mind. The only thing that he heard Francis say was the Vampire's name and the word 'master'.

"Now! What will you be calling me from now on?" Francis asked cheerfully, snickering at Arthur's blank stare. He receive no response. Francis sighed and slapped the Brit across the cheek, leaving a dark red hand print. Arthur let out a yelp. "Parler! You are to answer when spoken to by your master!" he growled.

Arthur, regaining some feeling in his body as the paralysis wore off, tried to fight the urge of answering the question directed towards him. He refused to give up his will. To call this monster . . . master. Involuntary, his mouth opened to answer.

Arthur struggled to keep his will, but that thing that told him not to scream earlier came back, telling him to answer. That something had a strong will but Arthur still refused. But when his emerald eyes met the Vampire's crystal blue ones, Arthur caved in. "M-mas . . . Master . . ." he stuttered, admitting defeat.

Francis chuckled. "Very good, mon lapin~! Now, have a nice nap!"

After hearing this, Arthur gave into the urge to sleep and passed out

Well? What do you think? Please review!