Alfred sat in his room, blinds closed and his door locked. When he saw the man outside his window, a mix of feelings went through him. First he wondered why the man was there, thinking maybe he was going to rob him. Then he noticed where he was staring and realized the man wasn't a robber but a pervert.

'Damn perve, I know I'm not the ugliest in town but really? I was in the shower! Oh go how many times has he watched me?' a blush crept on his cheeks as he thought of what the man had seen. 'Don't tell me he saw me doing karaoke' he hid his face in his pillow and groaned. 'He knew my blood type…maybe he's a doctor?'

During his thoughts he didn't hear the floors creek on the stairs. Ivan was next to his bedroom door, having remembered which one it was from watching him. 'Right, now just to get in, knock him out before he screams, and run' Ivan thought to himself.

He carefully reached for the door handle and turned it, soon realizing it was locked. 'ok… plan b' he proceeded to kick in the door as his poorly planned plan b that he thought of on the spot.

Alfred jumped from his bed to see the smiling man in his door way. He was about to scream when Ivan ran over to him with super human speed and covered his mouth, his large hands nearly suffocating him.

Ivan looked in his eyes as his eye color turned bright purple. "Sleep" he whispered and Alfred fell limply in his arms. The last thing Alfred remembered thinking was 'what is he?' before everything went black.

He grinned happily and picked up his sunflower bridal style, making sure to be careful with the delicate human. 'Now what?' he thought suddenly. 'I can't just walk out the front door…but the window is too small for me…' he looked around and decided to walk around the house to look for a bigger window.

He looked in each room, occasionally chuckling at the objects he found. He remembered the karaoke room and couldn't help but laugh.

As he wandered the house a small servant came into view and froze when he saw the sight. The small boy stared at Ivan, then looked at the unconscious Alfred in his arms. Ivan sighed and ran up to the servant.

"Privyet. What is your name?" he asked politely.

"K-kiku" he responded after he fell on the floor, surprised by Ivan's sudden close proximity. Ivan towered over him and smiled,

"sleep." He ordered and the boy's body went limp on the floor. Ivan continued wandering until he found a movie room, with fairly large windows. 'Perfect' he thought victoriously and put Alfred down on the large loveseat before opening one side of the window.

Cool air hit his face as he sighed in relief. The warmth of the house was unsettling for him compared to his normally cold house. He picked up Alfred again and jumped out the window onto a tree, then over a fence into the street.

Alfred felt the cold air blowing against him and opened his eyes. He was so dizzy, nothing would stop moving. After a minute of clearing his head he realized it wasn't his vision that was making things move, he was moving, and quickly for that matter. He looked up and saw Ivan, then looked around to see Ivan was running, faster than most cars he noted when they passed a few cars on the freeway. He screamed and hit the others chest. Ivan just looked down and smiled, his fangs slightly poking out under his lips. Alfred froze and paled.

"w-what the fuck are you?" he asked the man, but his voice was covered by the sound of the wind. Ivan just looked back up and hopped onto the top of a fence, running along it almost gracefully. Alfred settled for staying quiet, fearing the other would drop him if he offended him.

Soon they arrived to a large old house that looked abandoned on the outside. Alfred shivered in fear and bit his lip, already thinking of his escape plan once he was let down.

"That is not a good idea little one" Ivan suddenly spoke and smiled down at him, walking up the steps to his house.

"What?" he asked, trying to play innocent. Ivan laughed and shook his head.

"I can hear your thoughts. Do not try to lie to me." He warned as he dropped the other on the couch in his living room. Alfred tensed and stood up, glaring at the other.

"Stay out of my head you stupid commie!" he yelled and charged at him, fist in the air. Ivan grinned and took out a pipe, holding it straight out. Alfred barely skidded to a stop just as the pipe was about to hit his throat. Ivan made no movement as he smiled.

"You are mistaken. I have not been communist for many years." He stated simply and lifted the pipe to pick up Alfred's chin, forcing him to look up at him. "And I assure you, after four thousand years of living, I am far from stupid." Alfred gaped at him and started retreating backwards.

"Delusional bastard. What the hell makes you think you're that old?" he glared and balled his fists, "let me tell you how this is going to go. I am going to beat your creepy ass and then go to the cops to arrest you. I have friends in there, it won't be hard to get them to beat the shit out of you too" he threatened.

Ivan chuckled, "first you must fight me. Don't get too ahead of yourself." He warned and took off his coat. Alfred froze for a second, noticing the others well-built body and many scars. For a split second his body threatened to get turned on, but then he remembered why he was here in the first place.

He charged at him as his fist was about to make contact with the others nose but Ivan bent backwards and grabbed the underside of Alfred's arm, using his strength to easily throw the other across the room back on the couch.

Alfred stared at him in shock as Ivan continued smiling. "Thank you for the complement. I try to stay in shape" he stated suddenly. Alfred was confused until he remembered his earlier thoughts.

"Damn it I said stay out of my head!" he screamed at the other and glared as he sat on the couch. "What the hell are you? No one has been able to just toss me like that, and earlier you were running pretty damn fast." He huffed, deciding fighting wasn't a great idea.

"I am a vampire. My name is Ivan by the way. What is yours?" he asked and sat on the coffee table in front of the other.

"Alfred. And there is no way you are a vampire. They don't exist." He glared at the other, trying to back into the couch to get distance from him.

"Fredka. I like that name." he grinned showing off his fangs. Alfred froze and stared at them, unsure of what to think. "I am telling the truth. And yes, vampires do exist. I am undead proof, da?" Alfred felt dizzy and suddenly passed out. Ivan just chuckled. 'I will let him sleep, he will need his strength if he plans on fighting me again. I am glad he is just as interesting as I thought. Maybe I can turn him so I can keep him' Ivan smiled lightly at the thought. 'But that would ruin his blood. I will keep him human for just a little longer.' He decided and picked the other up, bringing him to his room.