Chapter 3

Previously

Arthur let out a soft gasp as he felt Alfred pierce his skin and then start to swallow small mouth fulls of blood. It was a strange sensation, it didn't hurt and it actually felt somewhat nice. He didn't even notice that his head had slopped to the side, exposing more of his neck to Alfred.

Alfreds hands had slowly found their way up to Arthurs shoulders and had pulled his shirt down slightly, his body pressing closer to smaller one before him as he drank. Arthur almost seemed to be enjoying this to him and, although he was a little nervous still, he continued on. The blood soothing the back of his throat and freezing the ache over with a pleasant feel as his stomach was filled with the crimson fluid.

No matter how much both parties were enjoying this Arthur slowly started to become light headed and knew he had to stop Alfred. He slid his hands up his chest slowly, his movements drunken from the blood loss, until they reached his shoulders were he started to slowly push Alfred away.

Alfred took a few more swallows before releasing Arthurs neck, only to go back and lick at the wounds he had left were some stray droplets of blood were. Arthur actually let a pleasant mewl pass his lips at the treatment as he slowly detached himself from Alfred only to end up leaned against him again as his head was still to cloudy. He was panting softly with his shirt down to his elbows. Alfred licked his lips as he leaned back against the counter, one arm on the counter keeping him steady, the other keeping Arthur steady.

Slowly Arthur's eyes drooped closed and he started to doze off in to sleep. The last thing his mind thinking before he fully entered the realm of dreams being I want more.

When Arthur awoke a few hours later the first thing he saw was a murky red swirled with blue. It took a moment but the second his mind awoke with his body he gasped and moved to back away, only to realize two things. One, he was laying down in a bed, and two, he was chained down to said bed. His ankles chained to the two bottom posts on his bed and his wrist cuffed together above his head, attached to the headboard.

"Finally up I see" Alfred, the vampire, stated. Arthur immediately glared up at his captor, it made him sick to have to hear his America's voice, dripped with sweet venom. It didn't match him at all, but than again, neither did a vampire. Alfred always wanted to be the hero, and a vampire was almost always the opposite. Arthur didn't even want to know what Alfred thought of this situation.

"Why are you out?" Arthur growled up at the vampire.

"Now now Arthur, you should have known, letting dear America have your blood would only strengthen the bounds my spirit has on him, becoming more and more accustomed to him." the other replied. Arthur just glared.

"Than what do you want?" Arthur asked, voice cold and harsh.

"Heh, you'll give Alfred you blood when he truly desperately needs it, but thats it, other than that you'll do nothing but try to find a way to get rid of me. I need to change that." The vampire replied.

Arthurs eyes widened immediately. "N-no, you can't...you can't have the power yet to do that!" Arthur yelled, causing a graceful smirk to place itself upon Alfred's face. That smirk didn't fit that face.

"Normally I wouldn't, but your a nation and perform magic, you were in the occult and have the sight and your hundreds of years old, your blood holds so much power its unbelievable. I'll be damned, " another smirk, "again, if I let you get away or get me away." By the end of the vampires little talk Arthur was nearly shaking. Shaking in fear and terror that seeped through to and past his bones, fear from the fact that everything the vampire said was true, that he knew so much and because Arthur cared so much for Alfred and gave him his blood he gave the vampire spirit the power to make him an obedient little drudge.

Arthur laid there stunned in fear until his eyes saw the fangs that wanted to be buried into his neck. He thrashed about, trying to get away from the situation, to get free of the cuffs and run away but he couldn't. This wasn't a political affair and didn't and wouldn't effect his country, yet, so he couldn't use his strength as a nation, just the strength he had as a human.

"Don't struggle dear, it will only make this harder for you, you have no escape and no one to hear you, no one who will believe you, just lay back and allow it to happen." the voice was so sweet and seductive, attempting to command Arthur to obey it. He couldn't listen to it though, he had to fight this and do whatever he could to get the vampire away, and get Alfred back but in his state of panic he couldn't, his mind wouldn't focus and was only comprehending those fangs that were drawing closer and closer to his neck.

He should have given up the battle when his hair was grabbed and his head held in place, exposing his neck were he could feel those, too cold, fingers push the collar of his shirt away and that moist breathe against his neck. He didn't, his body continued to squirm and try to get away even as he felt the sharp teeth pierce his neck. He didn't want to stop fighting but slowly a cold wave washed over him, freezing him still, chilling his blood that was slowly being sucked from his body.

It was happening so slowly he could feel every drop of his frozen blood pass from his body to the awaiting mouth that wasn't bringing the same warm sensation as last time. His body had gone still, his teeth biting painfully into his lip, his toes curled and fist clenched in pain and disgust as a soft voice filled his head. It spoke in tongues, Old English, Arthurs first language. The realization that this vampire was native to himself only added to his guilt and took away his resolve to fight against this.

The same line repeated over and over in his head, in his native tongue until it was the only thing his brain could process, the only thing his mind knew at the time. Before this all happened he knew what woud happen, he'd be brainwashed and a slave to the vampire's command.

After a few minutes of the mantra being repeated in his head Arthur went lax, no longer fighting and simply allowing. The vampire smirked against his neck as it finished leaving a permanent impression on Arthur, one that wouldn't allow him to fight against his ,or even Alfreds, requests no matter how much he fought.

Slowly pulling away from the smaller body underneath him the vampire whispered the mantra that was filling Arthur's head allowed. "Thou shalt listen and obey thy master, Alexander of Drakelow."

For the second time in one day Arthur found himself waking up from unconsciousness.

Slowly sitting up with a groan Arthurs hand shot immediately for his neck were a sharp pain was. "Ow, what the bloo-" the words died in his throat though as he recalled what happened earlier in the day. Jumping up and out of bed Arthur made a mad dash for the mirror that was attached to his dresser. Tilting his head to the side a little and looking in the mirror he slowly removed his hand only to quickly put it back and turn his head away when his eyes caught the black mark on his neck.

It was a simple little intricate mark, a rose with a curled flower stem. It was all black and stood out proudly on his pale white skin, right were Alexander had bitten him.

Alexander. So that was the name of the vampire that had decided to use America as a host.

It wasn't much but it was some information. He knew what type of spirit it was, an idea on what it was currently capable of, a name, a location, and a mark. The only useful information he had gained was a name and location. The mark did nothing but show that he was a drudge, a servant, to a evil spirit, a vampire, of his own land. Alexander was also capable of more than Arthur had anticipated, he'd have to be careful with Alfred now, especially when he got hungry. He'd never taken into account that he was giving Alfred his blood. Arthur knew that with all of his history, his age, his magic that his blood was strong but he didn't think about how much he was helping Alexander when he gave up his blood. He was only thinking of helping Alfred. He'd known what type of spirit it was for a while now.

With a sigh Arthur slumped back over to the bed and sat on the edge as his bedroom door quietly opened behind him. He visibly stiffened knowing who the only other counterpart in his house was.

"Its only me" the voice, quiet soft, guilty, but pure Alfred. Arthur turned around on the bed and looked at the other. A small smile found its way on his face as he saw nothing but clear blue, blue blue blue eyes staring back. Than the eyes dropped away and looked at the floor and Arthur frowned before realization dawned. Alfred knew what Alexander had done to him.

A moment of silenced slid through the room before Arthur finally broke it. "It's not your fault do you understand me?"

Alfred didn't reply and just went over and quietly sat by Arthur. Another moment of silence, than Alfred spoke. "W-what did that b-bite do to you?"

Arthur sighed, knowing he'd have to explain this, Alexander wasn't letting Alfred have any knowledge, merely torturing him when he came out. Making him witness and hear everything, but with no answers as to what any of it meant for him, or Arthur.

"He bit me, with intention. Its a way vampires mark their things." a confused look from the American and another sigh. "He basically turned me into his, your, servant. If you give me a command right now I have to obey, no matter what it is. I cannot wander to far from you and if another were to try and take me or lay a hand on me you will know immediately. I don't know if the bond is strong enough yet or if you will get the ability to, but with a strong bond the vampire can even read their servants mind."

Alfred was quiet for a moment, taking in all this new information. "Can it be reveresed?"

Arthur shook his head, "not without Alexander's permission, he will probably never give you that much power or information on how to do that. Getting rid of him is the only thing I can think to do," a sigh, "what bothers me the most about this is that I have to watch what I tell you now because you can stop me from doing anything or make me do anything. I don't want to have to keep things from you but Alexander already knows that I was in the occult and everything, I can't risk him finding out how far my abilities stretch."

Alfred nodded, "it's okay, I get it. If he, I, knew what all you could do than he could come out and stop you from doing it, right?"

"Exactly, Alfred." Arthur replied.

Another moment of silenced passed were Arthur decided to get up and head for the bathroom for a shower, he needed one. He felt disgusting after not showering for over a day and then he could still feel were his wrist and ankles had been cuffed, were Alexander had bitten him and everything. He wanted that feel off.

"Wait." Alfred asked, but it ended up being a command and Arthur stopped immediately.

"Yes Alfred? I would like to go shower, clean up, I need to desperately." Arthur replied, turning around.

"Whats that mark on your neck?"

"It's part of being turned into a servant, it shows to other magical creatures that I belong to a vampire. It's a rose because that's my national flower and this vampire is native to my own land."

"O-oh, alright. Sorry, I was curious, I'll let you shower now." Alfred replied. Arthur nodded back at Alfred as he walked into the bathroom.

"You can have the shower after me, you must need it too," Arthur called back from the bathroom.

"Yeah, okay!" Alfred yelled back.

After Arthur showered Alfred went in to take his turn. Arthur took his chance and went the library to pull aside and hide the magic books he would need to get rid of Alexander. He'd only be able to look things up when Alfred was showering or asleep, the lad would want to be closer to him now because of the mark and his situation or Alexander would get curious and make him follow him.

Once the books were hidden Arthur went and hid a few potions and other magical relics. The last thing he had to hide was his wand. With a sigh he went and put it in a hidden slot in the fireplace in the library, if you removed a brick from the left side a small compartment was there, specifically for his wand.

"I won't be able to cast strong magic now or have much control over the vampire but this needs to be kept safe until I'm ready to get rid of him." Arthur spoke quietly to himself as he put the brick back in place.

Throughout his lifetime he'd come to know a lot of spells and things, but still high level dark magic was never to be done without a wand, no matter how good you were. He would be able to do easy spells that needed no words but a magical will and a few simpler spells but doing anything beyond that would use up some energy and alert Alexander to his skill level, which wasn't something he intended to do.

He wasn't to concerned of Alexander commanding him to stop using magic as Alfred appeared to think, if he stopped using magic than he couldn't get rid of him. Alfred didn't realize though that Alexander can make him cast high level spells that will aid him. Alexander could make him do so much that would destroy his country, America's, and many others. He could be forced to let more spirits out and cause absolute chaos, he could make his innocent civilians puppets to Alexanders command.

He could make Arthur give Alexander complete and utter control over Alfred forever. That was the most dangerous and powerful spell that Arthur could cast, killing ones spirit for another to take their body. It was ancient and almost never heard of, impossible some would say in the magic realm but Arthur knew the spell and knew he could cast it. Alexander could never find out that bit of knowledge.

After everything was hidden Arthur went down to the living room to sit down and just relax for about ten minutes until Alfred came downstairs from his shower.

In nothing but a towel around his waist.

"You still have some clothes of mine laying around?" Alfred asked, not embarrassed at all.

Arthur on the other was trying not to eye Alfred and hide a blush at the same time. "Y-yeah, in the la-laundry room."

"Thanks Iggy." Alfred chirped going to get some clothes. He always had a tendency to leave things at Arthurs house, even if they weren't even dating. The shower seemed to get some of the tension off both of them as well since the mood had clearly lifted some. Even if both counterparts knew they were doing nothing but trying to ignore the problem at hand.

The next few hours seemed normal, Alfred cooked two steaks and made some mashed potatoes. Arthur was only allowed to put the peas in the mircowave. The two ate a quiet dinner in front of the telly and Arthur forced Alfred to watch Doctor Who, even though both knew Alfred secretly loved the show.

"Ever notice how we always act like a couple when we're alone together at each others houses?" Alfred spoke up suddenly after the second episode of Doctor Who causing Arthur to nearly choke on his drink.

"W-what?" Arthur replied after he stopped coughing.

"Well we make a nice dinner and watch shows together and everything and you can't deny that you've fallen asleep during the shows before and ended up using me as a pillow." Alfred answered. At the last statement Arthur went rather red.

"W-well that is t-true but we-we're not a c-couple." Arthur stammered, trying to hide his blush. Alfred remained oblivious to the situation and just snickered at Arthurs reaction before going back to the telly.

I-I never thought about how much like a couple we really do act. If only we really were a couple though. Arthur mentally sighed at his own thoughts. He cared so much for Alfred and would love to date him but Alfred was so oblivious to his feelings he knew it wasn't going to ever happen.

After one more episode of Doctor Who, involving space fish, Arthur figured it'd be a good idea to turn in for the night.

"Wait Arthur!" Alfred nearly shouted getting up and turning the telly off as well.

Arthur froze in mid step and turned around, "yes?"

"Will you let me sleep with you tonight? I-I don't want to be alone like...like this" Alfred answered shyly.

Arthur let out a sigh, even if he wanted to say no he couldn't. "Yes, it's probably safer for you to sleep with me as well."

A small smile lit Alfred face as he took the lead to Arthurs room, oblivious to the fact that he had just given Arthur two orders that he couldn't disobey.

CHAPTER! Sorry it took a while. I went to Ogelbay followed by camp back to back and had a nasty head cold for a few days after camp so I got behind schedual. It's a little shorter than I'd have liked but I think its not half bad.

You've learned the vampires name now, Alexander and he's from England too, aren't I just evil. Oh and Englands been made a little drudge too (if you've read the Vladimir Tod series you understand what a drudge is, if you haven't go look iy up if you haven't figured it out throughout the chapter, which you should have) America's given England a few orders too if you've noticed but Englands kept quiet about them. Oh and lets not forget that England is actually a powerful sorcercer that was in the occult. Lotsa goodies here, plus we know for a fact that England has a crush on America.

Congrats to Cosmic Knights and IFallxalot for getting the sneak previews last time.

CONTEST TIME AGAIN! At the end of this chapter Arthur and Alfred were watching "Doctor Who" I referred to an episode with 'space fish.'

First to tell me what the irony of that episode is with this story gets a full preview of the next chapter 24 hours before its posted.