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Chapter 4

Antonio barley paused as he approached the house where the smell was leading him. His four paws smacked into the door with such force that it knocked the wood off its hinges. The moment he crossed the threshold, he gagged. The smell was so acidic in the air. Beside him Gilbert doubled over and swore.

"Fucking Christ! This house is just dripping with that shit!"

Antonio nodded. In his wolf form, he was slightly able to detect the other smells...the ones he was looking for: Lovino and Feliciano. He also detected fear, making him growl. The bastard had them and he was terrifying them. A few other strange scents tickled his nose but the ones that scared him the most were that of blood and death. He snarled again and glanced towards the stairs where the stench was coming from.

Francis entered the house after the other two, reluctantly entering the threshold. The overpowering stench wafted over him like a thick fog and it nauseated him horribly. Carefully he made his way to the other rooms, checking each one for any signs of life. He was on full alert now, ready to transform at any time if needed. Hurrying back to the others, he followed them up the stairs.

Gilbert kept his eyes on Toni, in case the wolf flipped shit or something. They needed to get in, get the boys and get the fuck out of there. They couldn't afford to get into a fight with the vampire right now. It would have to wait a few more hours until the sun rose. He followed the smell to a door at the far end of the hallway. The stench was so strong, it took a lot of control to not puke right there. He looked back at the other two before twisting at the handle. It was locked, of course. He twisted harder, causing the lock to snap and the door to open. What he saw, sleeping on the bed, was that last thing he had expected.

Francis, keeping close behind the other two, peered over their shoulders. His stomach dropped. There, lying in bed with the vampire, were the boys. The smell was almost too much and he could feel the bile rising in his throat. "My...my God..." he stepped back, praying it was all a nightmare. There. He could clearly see both curls against the pillows. Next to the vampire, who now stared back with cold and piercing blue eyes.

Gilbert snarled. "What have you done?" There was blood everywhere. Both Italians were covered in it. At first glance, he had thought they were dead, but he couldn't deny the truth in his nose. The boy's no longer smelled human. Their blood was tainted with the fast working disease that was the vampire. His nails elongated and his teeth sharpened as his body longed to transform and rip the monster to shreds.

He held his form, difficult though it was, and turned his red eyes onto the creatures blue. Beside him, Antonio was fuming. Fuck...things just got complicated.

Francis, reluctant to change stepped in beside them. "Wh-who are you? What have you done to them?" Anger bubbled up inside him as he felt himself begin to change. Pain radiated from his limbs as he morphed out of a mix of rage and fear. "Boys..." he called out to them softly, his voice cracking. The vampire rose from the bed, pulling on his jeans as he sauntered toward them easily, a smirk on his face.

He looked over at Antonio. Christ Toni, don't do anything stupid PLEASE!

A howl of anger ripped from Antonio's throat. He crouched low, his body wanting to pounce at the thing that had destroyed his Lovino. He was shaking so much from the anger. He couldn't do it though. Gilbert had made him not do what he longed to do. He had commanded him and as alpha of their small pack, Antonio had to obey Gilbert, but as the creature with the brilliant blue eyes approached, he could smell Lovino all over him. Smell his blood, his semen, his fear. This thing had destroyed Lovino Vargas. It had taken him and Feliciano and murdered them by changing everything about them and making them unholy. He had made them demons and for that, the very moment Gilbert's command became superseded...he would attack and demolish it.

Francis stepped back a moment. Those eyes...those bright blue eyes seemed to stare right into his head. He shook slightly with both pain and uncertainty as he approached. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He leapt up in between the other two and bounded past the vampire at top speed and stopped at the boys' bedside. He had to see it. He could smell it but he had to see it. They really were monsters now. He turned toward the vampire, his own eyes blazing with rage. He snarled, catching his attention. Let's do this. First him...then we will see what can be done for them...

Toni growled again and quickly met Gilbert's gaze. The fury; there was enough confirmation to allow the attack. In a split second he sprang forward at the vampire. All the wrath seething under his flesh made him focused on one thing. The vampire didn't move though. He just stared, smirk still present on his face. Toni's eyes narrowed as he continued his decent onto the vampire when he felt something incredibly strong collide with his side, forcing him sideways through the wall. He and the roadblock tumbled before coming to a stop. Dazed, Antonio shook his head and trained his eyes onto what hit him only to freeze as Lovino glowered at him from where he landed gracefully in a crouch. The Italian vampire sniffed the air and narrowed his eyes.

"Toni..?"

Francis took advantage of the confusion and lunged for the vampire as Gil leapt in only to freeze. Alfred? His mind finally grasped the horror. This situation just got a whole lot worse. It is him...God! He tried to move in closer. He looked back at the Italian brothers, now fully awake and growling fiercely. Toni, Gil, either of you got a plan? He looked over at them, desperate to make the nightmare end.

Antonio stared at Lovino, scared to attack and hurt him, but knowing that this wasn't his Lovi anymore. The vampire, over his shock, jumped at Toni, who dodged last minute. He jumped again and Toni dodged again. Again and again, they continued this dance. Lovino snared, "Fight me, Bastard!"

Toni whimpered, but understood what he had to do. He didn't budge until Lovino went to open his mouth again, Antonio jumped. Lovino growled, dodged, flipped over him and grabbed his middle, tossing him back to the main room and right into Gilbert, who had been restraining Feliciano.

Francis went after Alfred, taking care to avoid hitting the others accidently. With the way they were moving, they were getting harder to avoid; their movements fast and fierce. "Al? Al, is that really you?" The vampire smirked but was otherwise unaffected as the brothers came at them like rabid animals. Francis finally got a decent hit on Alfred only to be tackled to the ground by Feli.

"Please Feli, it's me. You've known me all your life. Please…Feli…" Feliciano growled ferociously and Francis froze in terror. "T-T-Toni…help…"

Gilbert shook his head dazed. When Antonio hit him, Feliciano had managed to wriggle out of his grasp and then the two wolves had plowed into the wall, leaving a decent size hole. Francis was the only thing in the in the vampires way and Gilbert knew Francis didn't want to hurt the boys. Toni snarled beside him, having already shaken off the daze. Gilbert's red eyes fell upon the blonde, Alfred, Franny had called him. Both Italians stood on either side, slightly ahead of him in order to protect their maker from harm.

Gilbert's heart was beating rapidly. What do we do…? He knew they couldn't continue like this. The vamps were willing to kill while he and his pack were not. He would love to destroy Alfred, but to do that…he'd have to hurt at least one of the boys…which he just couldn't bring himself to do. This can't go on… he slowly put up his arms, blocking Antonio and Francis from attacking. He slowly stood and met eyes with the monster.

"Who are you?" his voice exhausted.

Alfred backed up a bit more, a smirk on his face. "Oh, I forgot we weren't properly introduced. I'm Alfred, the vampire." He said with a kind of sadistic glee, both Italians moving to his sides. "I see you already know my boys." His hands snaked around their waists.

I knew it. Francis thought. We need to get to him without hurting the boys…but it's too crowded in here… Suddenly, an idea came to him. Quickly, before he could second guess himself, he ran at top speed, grabbed Lovino and shoved him through the window a distance behind him. He turned to run only to be backhanded by Alfred, just what he wanted to avoid. The smack sent Francis tumbling out the window after Lovino. He landed on his hands and knees, quickly moving off to the side as Lovino lunged towards him. Alfred grasped Feli's hand and headed out after them, both landing safely on the ground. Gil looked to Toni, "Dammit Francis! C'mon Antonio!"

The wolf dived out the window and landed ready to spring. He didn't want to hurt Lovino, but the vampire was already at the Frenchman's throat. He sprung and plowed into his former love. Lovino barley had time to react before he was smacked in the side by Antonio. The two flew across the street and bounced before crashing into another house.

It was weird for him. Antonio had never told him that he was a wolf. They'd been so close for so long. He had been ready to give himself to the Spaniard and he still had told him nothing. That, above all else, pissed Lovino off. It fueled his vampire body and mind. Antonio had done him wrong. Gilbert and Francis were no better. They would die. He would protect his brother and master at all costs.

Francis, narrowly escaping Alfred's grip, ran to join Gilbert. The alpha motioned for him to move to the side, creating a kind of triangle to box the vampires in. Francis bore his teeth at Feli, who moved in closer to Alfred. Jumping in between and violently tossing him toward Antonio, he and Gilbert moved to separate the vampires. Francis was the closest to Alfred, who had shed his relaxed demeanor and was now on high alert.

Alfred lunged at Gilbert, receiving a rather grisly gash from Gilberts extended nails. "Gah…Lovino!" he called out to the cute vampire as he held his hand over the gash on his arm.

Lovino snarled at his master's call, realizing that he had let him get hurt. Feliciano met his gaze and it was immediately understood between the brothers: kill the wolves, protect Alfred, and end this now.

Feliciano made sure to keep Antonio occupied while Lovino ran over and kicked Francis, sending him flying. He grabbed gilbert around the neck and slammed him against the house they had originally been fighting in, squeezing his air supply. Gilbert growled, but his vision was fading as his lungs screamed for air. He clawed at Lovino, barely managing to overpower him.

Across the street, Antonio had managed to get Feliciano pinned. The vampire struggled against him, knowing Francis was free to attack Alfred. Antonio's claws extended and dug into his shoulder. It hurt, but Feliciano wasn't weak, though he was to use it to his advantage.

"Toni! Stop! Please! I-It hurts! I d-don't want this! I don't want his!" the Spaniard's wolf eyes saddened and he slacked on the attack. Just what the vampire had needed.

Feliciano tucked his legs under Antonio, close to his chest and pushed with all his might, sending Antonio off him and into the window of the house behind them. Immediately, the scent of blood filled his nose making his throat constrict painfully. His eyes watched the ruby red ooze from the cut on Antonio's legs. God, Feliciano was so thirsty. Everything else seemed to fade as he found himself staring down at the blood, the effects of not drinking blood taking hold of his mind.

Alfred shivered as the scent of fresh blood clouded his mind, his lust for the intense flavor blinding his reason. He moved automatically towards the blood before his five years worth of control took over again, clearing his head. A plan formed suddenly and he rushed at Antonio, crashing against him against the ground. Alfred held him so that his head was at an angle against the house. His hand tightened against his throat as he signaled for Feli to help.

Francis held his head as he rose, the world coming back into focus, along with the throbbing pain in his head. He rushed unsteadily to help Toni, tackling Feli weakly as Gilbert shoved Lovino and rushed to Toni.

"Gah, Lovi…please…Feli…boys stop. C'mon Al, this is stupid, call 'em off!"

"You guys are the ones who came in here and attacked half assed. What did you think would happen?" Alfred snarled, putting more pressure on Toni's neck.

Lovino went to recapture Gilbert but froze as the scent of iron filled his nose. He whimpered as his throat contracted with longing to swallow the crimson life. He swallowed, whimpering.

Gilbert snarled, "You're the fucker who kidnapped innocent boys and turned them into monsters! What did you think would happen?" he heard Lovino whimper and glanced back at him. They boy was looking at a spot on the ground just past Gilbert. Feliciano whimpered also and his eyes were not on Francis above him, but on the same spot as his brother's: Toni's blood.

Realization hit him. It hadn't been that long since they were turned, so they must not have fed. The smell was affecting them. But why not Alfred…Alfred? Oh god… that's why Francis knew him. This was Alfred, Fanny's cousin who disappeared five years ago. He was turned into a vampire. Oh god, Francis… that explained the control he possessed that the newborns lacked…and the strength.

He eyes traveled over the Italians. They gazed longingly towards Toni's blood, but they had made no attempts to move for it. The wolf must not smell good to them. Toni being in his wolf form must taint it more. Maybe…Gilbert acted quickly. "You should really stop this now…before you regret it." He then scraped his nails against the flesh on his forearm. The vampire's eyes immediately traveled to the crimson dripping down his arm and to the ground.

In my human form, it smells cleaner…more human. Too bad it's still highly dangerous for consumption. Their blood lust will cloud their senses and they won't realize until it's too late. Oh boys…I'm so sorry…

Francis swallowed, the little vampires sudden stillness causing him to feel uneasy about moving as well. His eyes widened in confused disdain as Gil sliced into his own arm. Oh God Oh God Oh God Gil! God what is he doing? He's no idiot but really? Doing that? He can't out maneuver them...God knows I know that...he looked over at Alfred who stared bewildered at the seemingly insane Werewolf just a few feet away. Alfred licked his lips, his mind drawn to the freshly drawn, and slightly more appetizing, liquid that poured rather nicely from his arm. He turned to look at the boys; both hungry and slowly losing their resolve.

"No! Don't go to him! His blood is no good! Wolves blood!" he shouted hoarsely to the others, his own throat dry with a renewed thirst at the promise of an easy meal.

Even as Alfred yelled for him not to go after it, Lovino had already sprung. His mind was set on one thing: blood. Everything human disappeared in an instant to be replaced by the blood thirsty creature he had become. He was on top of Gilbert within seconds of the cut being made. His throat burned with thirst as the craze completely consumed his mind. Gilbert instantly grabbed him around the neck with his good arm and slammed him down to the pavement. Lovino barely seemed to notice and instead was hissing and snarling, trying desperately to reach the bloodied arm that Gilbert was holding just out of his reach. The drips hitting the pavement just beside the vampires head. Gilbert drove him knee into Lovino's chest, making sure to keep him pinned, before looking up and meeting Alfred's eyes.

"Call this off or I swear to God…I will let my blood flow through you're new 'pet's' system." To prove his point, he slowly moved his arm until the blood was dripping on Lovino's cheek, making sure to keep it away from his mouth until he had no other choice.

Now it was Alfred's turn to be worried, much to Fanny's amusement as he held Feli on his back as his fangs edged toward him like the teeth of a saw. Franny did his best to hold the now rabid and struggling boy. Oh God...it's like Al all over again...inside he began to panic.

Alfred's gaze flittered over to him momentarily, his eyes able to see the fear inside him. He would have smirked had he not been distracted by Gil, who was waiting ever so smugly for his answer, as though he had the strength to hold Lovi for the next few years. Alfred's sighed, they were cornered...they boys were new and couldn't have that blood. It must be stopped at all costs. He relaxed a little.

"Boys~" he said softly, both freezing at the sound of his voice, "C'mon~ come here by me."

Feliciano's breathing was in rapid pants; his eyes fixed on Gilbert's arm. Grudgingly, he looked over to his master. Alfred had visibly relaxed. His voice was back to normal. The alert was silent. The tension around his master was still there, but his body showed that the threat was-temporarily- lifted. Feli took a few deep breaths out of habit mostly, to calm himself. He glared at Francis, emitting a low growl, before slithering from his grip and over to his master's side, refusing to look at anything else as he struggled to keep control, the pain clearly visible on his face.

Lovino gaged; his entire body clenching. His master had called him. He could also sense that the threat was minimized, but…Lovino bit his tongue, the feeling of Gilbert's blood sliding down his face. It hurt. Controlling the urge was even more painful than dying. It was right there, within his grasp. Freedom from the burning. From the longing. But his master had called him. Denied him this. It was bad. His hazel eyes found Alfred's blue, slightly worried for his safety. He made sure to keep his eyes focused on Alfred as he grabbed Gilbert's hand and pried it off his neck. As fast as his supernatural strength could take him, he made his way beside his brother, the thirst still scratching at his throat.

Alfred smiled, relieved to have them beside him. "Okay now. Let's go, huh? These wolves don't wanna play nice, and you two look awful hungry. Let's get something to eat, shall we~" He beamed at the boys, pleased to find that the two perked up at the promise of food. He put his hands on their shoulders, careful to guide them so they wouldn't look at the blood.

Franny pulled himself up, rushing to them. "What makes you think you can just walk away after all this, Alfred!" His heart was beating a mile a minute. If only Mat was here...

Alfred turned to him. "What? We might as well. Your blood is no good for them. Might as well get them something nice."

"You're missing the point!" Franny lunged at them. He could see Gilbert out the corner of his eye, viably shaken but otherwise okay, though he did not seem to want to start any more action in his present condition.

Gilbert had ripped part of his shirt and wrapped it around his arm. Thank God, I heal fast. He turned his attention to Toni, who was taking long raspy breaths, then to Franny, who lunged at them.

"Francis!"

His voice was shakier then it needed to be. He swallowed, suddenly wanting nothing more than to puke. What could they do? They were evenly matched, if not less so with the fact that neither he nor Francis nor Antonio really could kill them while Feliciano and Lovino were more than willing. They couldn't keep fighting, but…letting them go meant…more people dying. What do we do?

Toni padded beside him, his eyes fixed on Lovino. He whimpered, desperately wanting to run to him. To tell him everything was going to be fine. To…change him back. Antonio's eyes narrowed at Alfred. One thing was clear in the wolf's mind: he was going to pay. He was going to die. Antonio looked up to Gilbert, waiting for some kind of command, but Gilbert looked just as lost as he felt.

Francis froze. His Alpha had called him. To stop. But then again, what would he have done had he not? Gone after them? Attacked them? No...He couldn't do it...Not while these boys were practically family. He couldn't hurt them. But he couldn't fix things either. His hands were tied. He shrunk back to where Antonio and Gilbert were, waiting to see if either of them had ideas.

"Gil, if they go people will..." he trailed off, seeing it in Gil's eyes. He knew the consequences. "They...they aren't..." Toni shot him a glare and he quieted down; even more so at a loss of what to do. Alfred took their time of indecision to leave briskly with the boys flanking him as he went.

"See you 'round, Franny" he called back, trying to hide the mix of glee and relief from his voice.

Oh, Al is such a meanie. He is so much fun to write hehe. What will happen next? R&R please~