New chapter! And I have absolutely nothing to say... enjoy! Actually I do have some things that I like to clear out about my vampires so I don't have to include it in the text. In my story there are two kinds of vampires. The ones that are born vampire and the ones that are bitten. It's only the born vampires that can turn others into vampires. I'll explain later how a born vampire stop their aging but they are stronger than transformed vampires and can only be killed if they are ripped apart. A transformed vampire can be killed by silver and poles but not by sun. Some vampires are more powerful than others thanks to their bloodlines, usually those are the ones who are in a long line of vampires and not born from humans. It's kind of like pure-bloods and mud-bloods in Harry-Potter.

If there's something else that seems unclear please let me know through a review and I clear it all out in the next chapter! Enjoy XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD

Chapter 2:

And thus, with those words, I was no longer the nameless monster in the cottage. I was Lovino, the born vampire and the ward of Antonio Carriedo Fernandez, the vampire of the south.

'16 years later and I still remember that day as clear as water. I can name every smell in the basement that fateful day, from the mold in the corners to that persistent smell of tomatoes that seems to latch onto Antonio's body whatever happened. I can still tell exactly what everyone I met was wearing that day from my mother's plain green dress to Antonio's bloodstained cotton shirt. I can tell what weather it was, how warm it was and the way Antonio's hair glowed in the fading light. I can remember the expression on everyone's face, from my father plain look of pain to the mix of concern and disgust on Antonio's face. No I'm not thinking too much about tomato-bastard!"

I was interrupted in my trail of very disturbing thoughts by a shadow looming over me. I glared up at whoever it was and found Matthew smiling sweetly at me. My glare faded and I settled on a slightly irritated look.

"What do you want Matthew?"

Matthew sat down next to me.

"Not much. Where are the others?"

I shrugged noncommittally

"Tomato-bastard and Perv went out hunting and Albino-freak said he had stuff to do. Where have you been?"

Matthew smiled at sat down next to me in the wet grass.

"Just checking the surroundings," he said and shrugged.

I gave him a skeptical look.

"You know that's a part of Tomato-bastard and Perv's job as our guardians. They would freak if they heard you took such a risk."

"We are taking a risk going on this journey in the first place, so why not make it interesting?"

I sighed. He did have a point. For almost a year now we had been travelling north to yet unknown places. (More of this will come up later) Considering we contained half the troupe and did most of what little housekeeping we had, we knew surprisingly little of our mission. Gilbert had vaguely explained that they were meeting up with another born vampire who they apparently had some business. He wouldn't tell much only that it was madness to bring me and Matthew.

For the second time that day I was brought out of my thoughts by a shadow above me. I looked up and found crimson eyes staring back at me with a wide grin. I silently groaned. Being alone with Gilbert in the camp could only result in one thing.

"History-time!"

Over and over again I failed to understand Gilbert's fascination in vampire-history but since the day I had asked him about my fangs, he had found it his awesome duty to teach both of us what being a vampire was about. All practical things was taught by respective guardians such as how to hunt down a prey and suck their blood, but as soon as things got to theory and reason for things, Gilbert would loom over us like a hawk, and now he'd take his chance whenever Francis and Antonio was away. Like now! With all gracefulness off an experienced vampire he sat himself indian-style in front of us and eyed us warily. His strange pet bird Gilbird chirped happily disregarding the movements.

"How old am I?"

Matthew and I exchanged quick looks. Such a normal question was bound to be bad. Matthew started hesitantly.

" You've told us that you are a little more than 30 years old."

Gilbert nodded.

"Something like that. Do I look like I'm over thirty?"

We both shook our head.

"Then how is it all possible."

I answered.

"Because we are vampires and we don't age."

He nodded again with a smirk. I cursed silently as I realized he had lured me into a trap.

"Then how come that you as vampires are aging every day?"

Yup he had trapped me.

"I-I don't know." Matthew mumbled.

Gilbert gave us a smug grin.

"Then let me tell you. So you know that there are two kinds of vampires. There are the born ones and the transformed ones. The transformed ones remain the age they had when they were bitten, thereby resulting in being, although stronger than humans, not as strong as a born vampire."

"How come born vampires are stronger?" Matthew cut in. I cursed Matthew endless curiousity. Gilbert grinned.

"Because no matter how much a transformed vampire may drink in his lifetime he can never make up for the loss of blood when he was conjured. Born vampires, can of course also loose blood, and they will, but they recover more easily and gain natural strength by birth."

"How can I born vampire loose blood?"

'Damn you Matthew for asking questions.'

Thankfully Gilbert saved it.

"I'll get to that. So, a transformed vampire doesn't age during their entire vampire-life. A born vampire does. Since we are born vampire our body doesn't experience the poison that turns a man into a vampire. This is the part that stops the heart and stops the aging. So we keep growing."

"But you stopped your aging."

"Yes, eventually we…"

"You aren't corrupting the boys are you?"

We all looked to our right and found two blood-soaked guardians looking at us. As my eyes met with Antonio's green orbs, he smiled warmly at me. I fought down the indescribable blush that crept up on me and shot him a glare. Antonio just laughed it off as he strolled over to where we sat. Gilbert gave of a nervous cackle.

"Of course not! I'm way too awesome for that. I just told them about how I met Gilbird. " He said the last part reaching out to pet said bird. Gilbird chirped happily in content and nuzzled into his palm. Francis gave him a skeptical look but let it slide.

"Come now, we are leaving again."

Francis tone was monotone and lifeless but no-one seemed to take note of it. Little less than an hour later, we were on our way.

Antonio's POV.

I sighed deeply as I stared up at the mocking sun. We had only been walking for a few hours and it seemed as we had to make halt again, unless we wanted our dear wards to collapse in the heat. It was true that even born vampires could survive in the sun but too much of it could easily result in disaster. I looked briefly at Gilbert and as I guessed his grin had faltered slightly and his shoulders were tense. I met Francis eyes for a moment and we silently agreed to take a rest. Gilbert noticed the look thankfully and we soon found us in the shade of a large oak. Gilbert collapsed almost instantly and muttered something about not being disturbed, so we let him be. The moment we had all settled down in the shadows I directed my attention to Lovino. He was a little pale, but at least he hadn't lost his attitude. The moment my cute Tomata noticed my attention he shot me a glare. It wasn't to my satisfaction though as it lacked all of his fierceness. I frowned a little.

"Lovi, it's about time that you eat."

Lovino frowned at me.

"Don't call me Lovi, you bastard. My name is Lovino. "

Despite the words of anger he scooted closer to me and extracted his fangs. I hissed slightly as his fangs dug into my wrist, but he ignored it promptly as my blood poured through his lips. Lovino was 100% focused on feeding and I took this as an opportunity to study my powerful ward. I knew Lovino was strong. Otherwise he would have died in the basement. I also knew that he was clever, he had proven it more than once during Gilbert's secret lessons.

'But at the same time,' I thought as I gazed at his ember eyes, ' he is so fragile. I can't let him come near danger.'

That was what I always told myself as to why I only let him drink my blood. I think it had become almost a drug to both of us. Close to never did Lovino go out for hunting and if he did I was always at his side and he still ended up drinking my blood afterwards. It made me feel like I was the only one, and that was how I was going to keep it. I noted with a slight smile how flustered my tomato had become during the feeding and I could tell by the twitch of eyebrows that he noticed it too, and was willing it away. Although I would have liked to watch Lovi all day, I forced my eyes away by a sudden cough to my left and found Francis looking at me with raised eyebrows.

"What?"

"You are making very, how shall I put it, erotic noises."

The moment Lovino heard it he retracted his teeth and pull away from me beat-red.

"What the hell were you up to you bastard?!" He was answered by, Gilbert's loud laughter.

"Dude, that face of yours is priceless!" Gilbert choked out between his snickers as he rolled around in the dirt. Francis and I soon joined in although I didn't quite understand what was so funny about Lovi's cute face. Matthew sat calmly and watched willing a smile down from his lips, obviously amused by all of it. Lovi however did only get more flustered by every minute and glared at all of us with venom in his eyes (not that I noticed).

"Ch-chi- CHIGIIIIIII!"

That was the last thing I could remember before Lovino knocked me out cold.

In a small idyllic village, another story unfolded. This story actually started 14 years ago, not much after we left with Lovi. What we didn't know and what Lovi didn't tell us was that we left a certain little brother behind. Feliciano was close to completely oblivious to what was happening in the basement. He just lay there and wondered why his mother wouldn't come and cuddle. It's hard to tell for how long he lay there, but eventually he grew extremely upset about his mother ignoring him, so he started wailing. He lay there for hours and one would have assumed his life to be short. However faith had a different role set out for the younger of the two brothers. As you may or may not remember, their dreadful mother had indeed called for help for an expert. And an expert came. A young woman with long brown curls and beautiful green eyes. She wore a green, red and white dress and her hair was decorated by a single red flower. As she neared the cottage she was immediately reached by the sound of a child crying. And what do you think she found? Feliciano of course. After a quick research of the house she came to a conclusion. A photo on the wall showed another boy very similar to the baby yet no other boy was found. The work in the basement had obviously been done by a born-vampire and possible one or two transformed ones (she was good at her work.) She left the cottage less than half an hour later with a worried mind and a child in her arms.

When she finally arrived at her home village about a week later, the two had grown so attached to each other that they were practically glued to each other. Her husband and coworker, Roderich, was of course surprised to see his wife return with a child in her arms but it didn't take long for the stoic brunet to grow fond of the child as well.

The vampire-hunting couple watched proudly as the toddler grew older. Call it faith or coincidence, but Feliciano remained Feliciano. At the age of four, there wasn't a single person in the village that didn't adore him to no end. The women swooned over him and treated him with sweets and said that he was an absolute darling. The men just laughed and many would easily put aside their work to entertain the child. The older children would also let him join in and play as would the children at his age. One boy however was more entranced than any other.

There lived five vampire-hunters in the area of the village. Their founder, an hold man who had since long withdrawn to his secret mansion, Roderich and Elizaveta, Roderich childhood friend Vash and a certain man simply known as Germania. He was the proud father of a young boy called Ludwig. Ludwig was a shy boy, often bullied due to his bright mind and sense of logic. The other boys would tease him for his scrawny figure and his mature behavior, which is why he never joined in to play, but he would always go down to the square anyway. He wanted to see Feliciano play. He wanted to see him smile brightly at him. Most of all he wanted to talk to Feli himself but that was out of question. Well that was his thought.

Entering their tenth year of life the two 'fathers' (with a lot of encouragement from Elizaveta) decided that they should help and train Feliciano and Ludwig together into becoming vampire-hunters. Feliciano had of course no idea that his very own brother was a vampire, so he found the idea good. After overcoming the initial fear of how scary Ludwig was, Feliciano found himself found Ludwig a really funny guy. And from that day on nothing could separate the pair and Ludwig found his secret wish come true. This brings us to now, not long after Ludwig's 14th birthday.

Ludwig's POV.

"Ve~ Ludwig! Play with me!"

I unwillingly felt my heart beat faster. I hated how him, only calling my name could affect me like this. I soon felt his thin arms wrapped around my chest and I felt my cheeks grow hot. I cursed silently my sudden inability to move and push him away. Fortunately I was saved by a soft, barely hidden, chuckle. I looked up, grateful to find a short Asian boy standing a little bit away.

"Good-evening Kiku." I said with a semi-smile. Kiku bowed stiffly in response. Feliciano instantly let me go in favor of clinging onto our fellow friend. Kiku yelped indignantly and instantly pushed him away, muttering something about not being proper. I couldn't help but smile a little. Kiku, one of many siblings to the martial arts trainer Yao, was, apart from Feliciano, my only friend. He was the politest boy in the area, no doubt, and despite us only knowing each-other for less than a year he knew me better than even my father. He knew about my secret crush on my best friend, yet he never teased me about it. In fact, he even seamed to encourage it. I shook away the thoughts of my rather odd friend and said.

"What are you doing here Kiku?"

"Have you not been listening to the words around town? They claim a demon is travelling the area."

I frowned slightly.

"As long as they don't cause any trouble, that has nothing to do with us." I muttered as Feliciano shot me a worried glance. That look only increased when Kiku's faced turned to an almost amused look, but that couldn't be possible.

"Not just any demon. People talk about a demon with hair of purest silver and eyes filled with blood."

My eyes widened as I recognized the description.

"That's not just a demon. That's Gilbert."

"Ve~? You mean that strange vampire that Roderich always talks about?"

I nodded grimly. The very same Gilbert. I hadn't been told much about the vampire, but I knew that Gilbert meant trouble. We knew that Gilbert had been travelling around but if he was travelling this far north, it could only mean one thing.

"We have to go and tell Roderich at once."

With that I took a hold of Feli's wrist and pulled him along towards a nearby house.

When we entered the old brick-building we were not surprised to find Elizaveta, father, Roderich and Vash already there. They all looked at me grimly.

"I take it that the news have reached you about Gilbert," Roderich began when we entered.

"However there is no need for you two to worry about this."

"Why not?" I couldn't help but blurt out. Roderich frowned.

" Because I say so." Roderich snapped back.

I felt myself growing irritated by his tone. However Feliciano's innocence beat me to it.

"Ve~, are we too young to be of any use?"

Roderich face instantly softened. He could play as tough as he wanted but he as soft towards Feli as everyone else in the white-painted room.

"No, Feli, this has nothing to do with your age or usage." He said with a sigh. Elizaveta cut in however before he could continue.

"We know that both you and Ludwig are very well qualified to be of use, but this isn't a normal case. Neither one of us are to join yet."

"What? But he's moving towards…"

I was cut off by a soft voice from behind me.

"Yes Gilbert is moving towards the root of evil, however he is not moving alone."

I was about to turn and see whoever it was who was speaking when she interrupted herself and said still softy.

"I would appreciate if you didn't turn Ludwig and Feliciano. It's dangerous enough that I'm here."

"Ve~ how come only we aren't allowed to see you?"

Another one would soon fall for the Italian-charm. She laughed warmly.

"In fact they don't."

I looked up in surprise and found that the others' eyes were slightly glazed over.

"It is out of highest importance that neither of you learn of my true identity, and there for I am forced to take some precautions."

"Ve~ are you a magician or something."

She laughed sweetly.

"No, my dear, just a few tricks."

Father growled lowly.

"If you are all done with this chit-chatting then maybe you can get to the point."

She laughed warmly.

"Indeed Germania. As I was saying, Gilbert is travelling north but his is not alone."

Roderich's eyes widened in disbelief.

"The albino travels alone." Roderich stated firmly.

"I believed so as well, so when the villagers talked of other men, I got suspicious."

Vash raised his eyebrows.

"Are saying that you stalked up a bunch of vampires, alone?"

She laughed mildly.

"You underestimate me Vash, but yes I did. And our albino has company. An extremely handsome, blonde man, a foolish Spaniard and two teens. "

"Two teens?"

"I'm not sure if the boys should hear this part. " she said hesitantly.

Elizaveta shook her head firmly.

"Whatever it is, the boys deserve to know, just as much as the rest of us so get going with it."

She sighed.

"Fine then, obviously one of the teens is a vampire and he seems to be a strong one as well."

"Is it anything we need to worry about?"

"He's barely even a finished vampire; he will be an easy match."

I couldn't help but shudder a little at her light tone.

"The vampire teen is not my worries though. "

An uneasy silence settled about the room as she paused for a second.

"The other teen seems to be some kind of underling of the Spaniard. I do not think he is a vampire, for he never left for hunting and shows strong signs of submissiveness towards the Spaniard."

"How is this so bad?" Father snapped impatiently. I think we were all getting a little tense.

"What worries me, are his looks. You see, he is slightly shorter than average, he has almost amber eyes, rather skinny, he has auburn hair, and…"

"Yes?" We all urged on the voice.

"He has a certain bouncy curl on the right side of his head."

I felt my stomach churn a little as my brain registered the description.

"V-ve, I'm not sure I get it."

"Feli, whoever that teen is, he is practically identical with you."

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