Sorry for the long wait for this but I was struggling for inspiration and once again if it wasn't for Lazy Wonderlan's part at the beginning this wouldn't be up right now to thank you :D

But here it is the next part and there will definitely be a sequel to this and even a third instalment if it is well-received.

With that done, on with the chapter...

Two songs for this chapter:

(youtube) /yNWVXbuPWt8

(youtube) /so8V5dAli-Q

This second one is basically Feliciano's PoV throughout this fanfic, well up to the final moments of it as you will see.

We don't deal with outsiders very well

They say newcomers have a certain smell

Yeah, I trust issues, not to mention

They say they can smell your intentions

You're lovin' on the freakshow sitting next to you

You'll have some weird people sitting next to you

You'll think "How did I get here, sitting next to you?"

But after all I've said, please don't forget

(Watch it, watch it)

All my friends are heathens, take it slow

Wait for them to ask you who you know

Please don't make any sudden moves

You don't know the half of the abuse

"Gilbert!" Feliciano planted himself on the bar stool. "This is—"

"Kiku, glad to see you made it. How about one on the house?" Gilbert lined up two shot glasses.

"No, thank you." Kiku carefully placed himself on the stool next to Feliciano's.

"I'll take that one on the house. And the other one too." Feliciano said hopefully.

"No, you have to pay."

Feliciano pouted but paid anyway. He knocked back both in a matter of seconds and Kiku watched on in awe.

"So, you two know each other?" Gilbert leant on the bar.

Feliciano wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, he's teaching me kung fu, like in the movies."

Gilbert veered his gaze to Kiku and raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Kiku raised his shoulders with modesty. "Just some simple combat techniques. Self defence and—"

Feliciano stood up suddenly. "I need to pee." He then proceeded to go to the men's bathroom, leaving the two alone.

Kiku shifted his weight in his seat. He could hear voices drifting his way and sensed eyes upon him. It seemed no matter how old the Earth became the western and eastern sides would never truly link together. An uncomfortable stillness started to hang in the air and Gilbert felt the need to fill it. "So how many of these kung fu lessons have you given him?"

"It's self defence and only two. Despite that he has adapted well. It is clear his immaculate amount of strength and speed is greater than your average predator. I can see his blood consumption is just as great."

Gilbert blinked. "Yeah, I guess. Weird."

"Perhaps it's because he's a—"

Kiku was cut off by a door slamming into the wall next to the frame and Feliciano appeared.

"Wow, that's the first time he hasn't actually broken that door off it's hinges." Gilbert commented. Feliciano glanced around hurriedly and disappeared into the booth nearest to him. Ivan soon emerged from the same door, soaked through and not happy. Kiku seemed both surprised and angered by his sudden entrance.

Luckily, Feliciano had dived into the booth with Laura, and after their recent friendship and mutual fear of the Russian she decided to hide him. By climbing on top of him and pretending he was sucking her dry. He was closer to woman than he had ever been before and his cheeks tinted red to show it. As soon as Ivan had moved on, dissatisfied with not being able to find the Italian who had pissed him off, Laura scrambled off of him and he could breath again.

"Thanks." He sighed.

Laura offered a small smile. "No problem. What did you do to make him so angry?"

Feliciano brought up his hands from underneath the table guiltily, like he had stolen the last cookie and was owning up to it, to reveal bits of broken metal work.

Laura looked to the silver shrapnel. "What is it?"

"It used to be a faucet. I accidentally broke it off and splashed Ivan. Accidentally, not on purpose." He said this with a sense of wrongdoing. Laura couldn't help but laugh.

After a few moments of Feliciano staring baffled and Laura having a good laugh, she wiped away a tear of joy and sighed. "It's been a while since I've laughed like that." She realised where she was and promptly sighed heavily. She looked at Feliciano as if she had only just recognised he was sitting there.

"What do you mean?" Feliciano looked genuinely concerned, which made Laura's heart ache somewhat.

She shook her head. "It's nothing."

Feliciano placed a hand on hers. "If you need to talk, I'm here."

Laura swallowed and smiled sadly. "Perhaps it'd be better if I told someone."

"Where is the Italian?" Ivan asked Gilbert sweetly through clenched teeth. Kiku could recognise that voice anywhere but kept still. It was hard to hold himself back from beating this man into the ground, but he wanted to keep his composure.

Gilbert shrugged. "Haven't seen him."

Ivan narrowed his eyes at the Prussian, Gilbert just stared just as hard back. Clearly the two had some history. Ivan slid his gaze to the thing plaguing his peripheral vision. "Kiku Honda. Fancy seeing you here."

Kiku didn't turn to face him. "Braginski-San."

"Would you please tell your brother that the offer still stands."

"And on my brother's behalf, I say that we still decline."

Ivan chuckled. "Too bad. Well, I'm always here if your brother decides to make the right choice."

Kiku snapped his head up then. "He already has."

The two shared a steely gaze for a moment before Gilbert cut in. "Ivan, there are towels in the men's bathroom if you want to clean up."

"I will be back," Ivan smiled almost condescendingly at the two before returning to the bathroom.

Feliciano quickly appeared at the bar soon after, he didn't take his seat though. Instead he stood shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Is he gone?"

Gilbert chuckled. "He's gone. He might reappear again though. What did you do?"

Feliciano leant on the bar a little. "I accidentally broke the tap and splashed him a little."

"Not just a little by the looks of it." Gilbert giggled.

Feliciano glanced nervously at the men's bathroom door, then let his eyes drift to the booth Laura resided within. He turned to Gilbert. "Is there any way we can help Laura? She said she's in a bad financial situation."

"I say we let her keep doing what's she's doing now." The words were clipped with Russian vocal ticks. Feliciano jumped as an iron grip landed on his shoulder. Feliciano turned his head slowly to see a now dry cruel smile.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to, it was an accident!" Feliciano said in a rush.

Ivan just placed his chin on the frightened Italian's head and wrapped his arms around him like a mother bear. "Oh, you just reminded me of that. I was just going to let it slide, but now that you're here…"

Feliciano felt like he was being crushed under the bear. Ivan was one flick of the wrist away from snapping Feliciano's neck.

Suddenly, Feliciano thought back to one of Kiku's lessons. If Feliciano's memories served him well, Kiku had said something like; "If an enemy wraps an arm around you from behind, remember to do this; lean slightly forward, grip their wrist and elbow and bend your knees so that your centre of gravity is lower than the enemy's. Then bend sharply forward. Now try it on me."

Feliciano tried it. The Russian toppled easily over Feliciano's head and landed upside down on the bar in front of them. The wood broke upon impact. Everybody in the bar, even the music, was silent. Everybody in the bar stared in awe and fright at the man who managed to actually beat Ivan into the ground. The man in question took a step back, then turn on his heal and sprinted out of the bar. Kiku followed, leaving Gilbert with a broken bar and an angry Russian.

Ivan lifted himself up with a small groan. "That Italian-"

He was slammed back down onto the bar and was captivated by two hateful orbs. "You leave him be. He's just proven something to everyone in this room, something people have been questioning for a very long time: someone is stronger than you." Ivan's eyes drifted to others in the bar, all eyes alive with shock but also with small defiance. Even Laura, the little flower, had a small smile as she met Ivan's cold glare. "So, I suggest you leave and think about what happened just now. You can't start a war Braginsky, because now there is someone who can stop you."

The Russian batted the hand away and stood up to brush himself down. He stormed towards the exit of the bar as he uttered: "We'll see, my friend."

"For what it is worth, Feliciano, that was one of the greatest events I have ever witnessed." Kiku praised as the two walked the dark streets, passing by a woman clearly on show for men to approach. They were walking in a direction Feliciano hadn't taken before but he let Kiku lead all the same as he wasn't truly ready to face Lovino just yet.

The Italian flushed. "I didn't mean to, he was so scary."

"Braginski-san is a monster. He has been after my brother's part of the city for years as he somehow believes it is his to own." Kiku swallowed down the anger beneath his skin. He had to remain calm, for honour's sake, he wouldn't let that man consume his thoughts nor his family.

"But why would he think that?" Feliciano asked innocently.

"Because of many reasons. For one my brother's business is not making as much money as before and is slowly becoming bankrupt. And another, Ivan is hopelessly obsessed with my brother." Kiku clenched his fists.

"I still don't understand how having those desires is so easily accepted." Feliciano muttered.

Kiku raised his head and saw the self-loathing radiating off of Feliciano. "Desires," he echoed. "Times have changed and while human society are still accepting it vampires came to the conclusion early on that gender means nothing. While I may not delve into those desires myself, I understand that some hundred to a thousand years vampires may want to experiment in their long life. You find connection where you can, no matter gender or class."

Feliciano nodded, he was beginning to understand slightly. He remembered the freedom he had felt with Otto. The gentle sensation rolling in his gut everytime they were close to each other, the simple calmness that freed him from fear and paranoia. The simplistic love he had never experienced before. How could God think of that as a sin? Maybe He never had. "Love is love." He muttered quietly.

Kiku smiled out of the corner of his mouth.

Finally, they reached the building in question. The hotel stood beside a main road that saw many cars driving along, the brick-work plain but somehow grand as it stood on five storeys, atop the five storeys a large panda with a sign that had writing in large golden letters was the name The Grand Pacific Hotel and Restaurant. In the dark all the curtains were drawn but lamplights seeped through the red curtains and cursed the cars below in a frightening red. Kiku dragged Feliciano around the back where the restaurant was placed. A continuous theme of red and gold crafted the restaurants decorations: golden dragons, red tables cloths, red walls, red uniforms worn by the waitresses and waiters, golden double doors that lead to the main hotel building. The aroma would have been delightful to Feliciano's human nose but his vampire senses made it grotesque. Loud shouting came from another set of double doors across the hall, the shouting slowly coming closer until the doors flew open.

"Kiku Honda where have you been, aru?" The chef yelled. Many customers looked up from the food to see the dishevelled chef stomp up to Kiku. "I've had to rely on Li Xiao and you know that boy never lets his eyes leave that forsaken phone screen."

"My name is Leon." Mumbled a teenager appearing beside the chef, his eyes indeed on the phone in his hands.

"Our mother did not name you Leon!"

"She didn't name you the boss of me either but here we are. Sup' Kiku." Leon waved his hand lazily while Kiku bowed back. Feliciano felt very out of place here, even more so when the chef's eyes squinted over his body.

"Who's this?" The chef snapped.

"This is my friend, Feliciano meet my brother Yao."

Feliciano raised a hand. "It's nice to meet you, I like your restaurant."

Yao stared at the hand with mild apprehension but shook it gingerly. "Thank you, it would be a lot more impressive if Kiku decided to move himself into the kitchen though. Move little brother!" He shouted and then disappeared back through the double doors.

Feliciano stared after the strange man. "Is he always like that?"

"He is...more polite when he is not so stressed." Kiku admitted, then turned to Leon. "I wish you would stop talking with that boy day and night, Yao is struggling as it is."

Leon shrugged. "He's human, he'll die sooner or later and I want to talk with him while I can. Anyway, his family is moving into Striges soon and wants to know if we can book a few rooms."

"How many are in his family?"

"I think he said five including him." Leon huffed, "it's not like we won't have rooms, is it? This place is like some haunted house. Well, it is anyway but you know what I mean."

"Yes I do." Kiku grimaced, "all the same I'll reserve the rooms later."

"Awesome, thanks bro."

Leon sauntered back into the kitchens too, his head still hunched over the phone and it was amazing how he navigated around the tables and waiters effortlessly.

"It seems this tour is being cut short, my apologies."

Feliciano beamed. "It's alright, maybe some other time." He nervously giggled a little. "What did he mean by 'haunted house'?"

Kiku was about to answer when Yao burst through the double doors again, fuming. "KIKU HONDA."

"Some other time I'll explain." Kiku sighed. He thought for a moment. "Unless, you would like to stay in one of the rooms for tonight? You won't have to pay." Somewhat prepared this time, he tensed as Feliciano latched himself onto him.

"I would love to!"

"A friend? What friend? Last time I checked you had no friends Feliciano Vargas!"

Feliciano winced at Lovino's overly angered voice, he sensed there was a hint of jealousy but he couldn't deny the tone was reminiscent of Grandpa's rarely used strict voice. His chest tightened, as it did every time he was in contact with his brother now, knowing he was lying to him and no matter if it saved him guilt still ripped through his body. He spoke meekly into the phone. "It's just for tonight Lovi."

"You bet it is. I want to know you're safe...always, you hear me?"

Feliciano noted the insecurity. As a vampire he found it easier to pick up on these things, he somehow understood Lovino better. The thought made him feel sick. All of the small insecurities, the constant attempts to make himself like Grandpa and keeping Feliciano safe at all cost. To think, to be dead could make him understand his own blood better. He held a shaky breath. "I can take care of myself, I'm not a child anymore."

A long, bitter pause followed.

"I know, Feliciano."

His full name was like a stab to his heart but before he could say anything else Lovino hung up. Standing there, alone and listening to the static, Feliciano closed his eyes. He scrunched his nose as soft moaning from the next room bombarded his sensitive ears. The invitation to stay suddenly seemed unpleasant but Feliciano persevered and hoped Kiku would join him in the room soon. The room was beautiful indeed: the over-hanging lamp was in the style of paper lanterns that would grace the waters of Japan. In fact, while the halls and restaurant followed the style of Chinese décor, the rooms were inspired by Japanese décor; the two styles complimented each other.

Feliciano sighed and placed the phone on its holder (careful not to break it) and went to sit down on the black sofa and turned on the small television. His eyes widened as the news channel had large red words plastered across the screen:

MISSING MAN CONNECTED TO THE BEILSCHMIDT FAMILY

Feliciano's blood ran cold as the man's stern features was placed in the corner of the screen. The news woman spoke with a smirk at the corner of her lips:

"Today it has come to light that Otto Beilschmidt who had been missing for the past month has now been identified. A body had been found on the beach below the pier. The disappearance of Mr Beilschmidt was kept secret by the family but as time passed the family agreed for an official investigation by the police which lead to the discovery of the body. His last moments were of him walking into The Grand Pacific Hotel and Resaurant. If anyone has any information it is vital to contact the police on this number-"

Feliciano smashed the television screen with one swift punch. His chest heavy, his eyes on the brim with acidic tears and his hand dripping with blood. The first man he had loved, the one who had given him AIDs and had caused his subsequent change into a vampire...was dead? He had been here, in this hotel or even in this room and had been taken away. Feliciano had always guessed that Otto had cut him out after their final argument, when Feliciano had come to his 'senses' and saw that this beautiful man was turning him to sin. If he had known - if he had known.

Sparks sprung from the shattered television screen and lit up Feliciano's eyes. Numbness. He went into the bathroom and smashed the mirror in there too and glared at the cracked reflection of himself. Revulsion. He sank to the floor and cried. Guilt.

Time must have passed as suddenly someone was looming above him. He looked up, eyes tear-stained and glowing red. Leon swiftly raised his hands in defence. "Woah I'm not your enemy buddy. Kiku could've warned us you were one of those western vampires." He muttered. His attention fleeted over the broken mirror, already seeing the broken television and now the blood still dripping from Feliciano's hand. "This place has a history of people going crazy but this is a whole new level."

Feliciano didn't hear him. He was too immobilised by the pain scorching through his bones.