Something was wrong. Alfred felt it the moment his feet touched the river bank. Arthur was gasping, his back was arching... and his eyes were purple. Alfred rushed towards him, not knowing what to do.

Did vampires usually get seizures?

"Arthur?"

The movement paused. "Alfie." same a whisper from Arthur's lips, but the tone was different. Like someone else was speaking through him. Alfred hesitantly touched Arthur's face, and a shudder ripped through him. It was like he was watching a movie in 70s saturated Technicolor. Everything was too bright.

There was a teenager, with bright eyes and rosy cheeks... working his back off under the burning sun. But there was a smile on his face.

Their mother was standing behind them, and they were staring at themselves in the looking-glass. Twins, the only difference was their eyes, the lavender and the sky blue.

There was a boy dressed in Native American clothes and a feathered headdress. He was dumping large crates into the sea, encouraged by the rebellious shouts around him. The waters had stayed red for days.

Dozens of memories shot into Alfred head, and suddenly, it was like something had triggered a wave of new memories in his mind.

He was the boy in the field this time, pouting at his wavy haired twin as he berated him for pranking the British soldiers.

He was the boy on the ship, dumping tea into the Boston Harbor.

He was the man in the navy blue coat, with a rifle in his hand. They were heading out to war.

His brother was telling him about vampires, and how they had to unite forces with the werewolves to fight off a more terrible darker force.

His brother was dead. Lying on the frozen ground, and he screamed and swore at the heavens that he would avenge this.

He bullet was seeping his life away as he lay there in the ground, awaiting death. But then there were two men hovering over him, they looked grudgingly at each other. One of them had brown hair, and looked like the statues of the Roman gods of old. The other man had long blond hair, braided at the sides. They both looked down at him and said, "Hope."

The memories became clearer now. He could see everything. There was rain and lightning, but it was him the enemy cowered away from. His roar was louder than thunder itself. Behind him came hordes and hordes of wolves and undead alike.

Then he was sitting there, weakened by what had happened. He watched from afar. His brother was somehow alive, and saying a tearful goodbye to his savior. There was another man awaiting them with two horses. Even from so high up, Alfred could see the green irises shining in the moonlight.

"You're becoming obsessed Alfred." Matthew was telling him, as he lay on a comfortable bed. Alfred disagreed, he just wanted to know the man's name... and where he was from, what he liked, what he ate... his whole life. Alfred remembered the man's smile, and thought that he had never seen anything more beautiful in his whole-

"Alfred?"

Alfred opened his eyes. The very same green eyes he had just seen were looking back at him. "Did you see what I just saw?"

Arthur looked shaken. "I don't- I saw a clearing. A battlefield. They're fighting. It's begun." he grabbed at his head. "I saw Francis there, and he was telling me to hurry up. He kept saying 'They need him'."

"You didn't see anything else?" Alfred asked him cautiously.

"No." Arthur frowned at him. Even unhappy like that he looked like an angelic cherub. "Why what did you see?"

"Everything." Alfed said, and he suddenly realized that his voice was lower, deeper than before. "I remember now... my past. I remember who I am, and what I have to do."

"And I know where to go." Arthur said, he tried to get up but ended up flushing as red as a ripe strawberry.

"What?"

"Alfred." he said softly, and Alfred bent closer to hear him. "You have to move..."

It was then that Alfred noticed his position. He was stark naked, dripping wet and draped all over Arthur. The only thing separating them was his aviator jacket.

Alfred did not move back right away. Too long had he been denied what he had wanted... for so long now. It must have been fate, that Arthur had been the one to find him that night. Arthur, the only person he had ever felt so... so strange over. What were the chances?

"Alfred!"

Alfred sighed and got to his feet, unable to get the smirk off his face at Arthur decidedly looked away. He offered his hand to Arthur, changing back to his old American drawl. "Sorry if I was acting a bit immature around you. I didn't really know who I was."

Arthur gaped at him. He took Alfred hand and slowly got to his feet. "And who exactly are you?" there was a hint of fear in those eyes.

That won't do. Alfred thought. I can't have him scared of me.

"I'm the same, Artie. Just more refined, you know? Like a new Iphone software!" Alfred tried giving him his most casual grin... and from the way Arthur blushed, he guessed that it had worked.

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Arthur couldn't take his eyes off of Alfred as they jumped from tree to tree. He was falling back. Alfred's muscles rippled as he jumped from branch to branch, letting out chuckles and loud shouts from time to time.

"Want to rest?" came a voice from behind him, and Arthur lost his bearings midair. He would've slammed his head like an idiot against the tree trunk if Alfred's hands hadn't curved around his waist.

"Wha- How did you manage to double-back so fast? You were meters ahead of me!"

Alfred's eyes were as blue as ever, but they now held a hint of wild mischievousness which Arthur hadn't seen before. "I told you, if you let me carry you, then we'll get there twice as fast."

"And I told you, save your bloody energy for later!" Arthur placed his hand firmly on Alfred hot chest and pushed him away. The boy was still as warm as a radiator in the winter and Arthur desperately wanted to kiss him.

Alfred's smile momentarily fell as he let go of Arthur.

"So... you're from the Revolution years?" Arthur asked, trying to piece what little Alfred had told him together.

"Yeah."

Figures. Arthur thought as he hopped to another tree. He probably hates the English then...

"And you were sired by my master, erm- the man in the braids, and great wolf lord of Rome?"

Alfred flipped in the air and landed on the branch right next to him. "'Sired', is the wrong word. I think they fused their blood with mine... so technically, now I'm your master too." he said, waggling his eyebrows.

Arthur scoffed. "Not bloody likely."

"Were you...er, at the Revolutionary War?"

Arthur shook his head. He had heard several stories about the war... about how one man had led a united front of vampires and lycanthropes against an army of fierce demons. He wondered if... "I was in Holland, helping an old friend fight off a rogue dragon." Arthur said. "I came back to fetch Francis after the war ended. He was never the same after that... I think he fell in love with someone. Not that surprising really. He did have a duty to come back to. Like all vampires, his betrothed was waiting-"

"WHAT?" Alfred was suddenly in front of him, and there was an undecipherable expression on his face.

"What what?" Arthur said, confused by his reaction. "Anyways, his betrothed died soon after. The poor girl was killed by a human mob in England. They burnt her at the stake."

Alfred didn't look like he could care less about the girl. "Do you have a betrothed too?"

"Why... yes." For a moment, he saw a myriad of emotions in Alfred's eyes. There was denial, anger, desolation, and then nothing.

"Oh." he said. "What's she like?"

"Quite beautiful." said Arthur smiling. "Her name itself is Bella. She is a Belgian vampire princess."

She was also in love with the vampire king of Holland, and he loved her back dearly. So Arthur had simply postponed their marriage until the next century... The two made a rather cute couple he thought.

"... if you could?"

Arthur was pulled out of his musings. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Alfred looked mutinous. "Forget it."

"Alfred." Arthur tsked and touched Alfred's arm. Bad idea.

He found himself slammed backwards against a pine tree, with Alfred breathing heavily not millimeters away from his face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you had a fucking fiancée?" Arthur had never heard the boy swear before.

"Does it really matter?" he was beginning to feel a bit annoyed after all. Nevermind the fact that Arthur now was probably in love with someone a thousand lightyears out of his league, the boy also had to throw temper tantrums like a child. It was like being with a Superman on a sugar high! ...Great. Now even this idiot's childish references were rubbing off on him.

But Alfred didn't look like he was listening anymore. His eyes were fixed on Arthur lips, and he was licking his own in a very... in the name of Albion, Arthur didn't want to think exactly what that made him want to do!

Alfred lunged at him, and Arthur automatically turned his head sideways, not knowing what to expect. Alfred's lips collided with his cheek instead. Arthur felt warm breath flush his skin as Alfred sighed, and then he gently nipped Arthur's jaw before moving back again.

"Let's go." he said. "We're getting late."

And he was gone, leaving without a single apology, or explanation. Leaving Arthur with his heart banging like crazy against his chest.

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"They're here Francis." Matthew told him. He didn't have too. Francis could smell Arthur from miles off.

They were standing on a cliff, looking down at the massacre taking place in the clearing beneath them. There was a rush of air and a taller Matthew with blue eyes and shorter hair was in front of them. He let out a yell of joy when he saw Matthew and pulled him into a crushing bear-hug.

Francis heard a cursed whisper and grinned when his oldest friend appeared in front of him. Arthur hand rose lightning fast and the slap stung like a bitch. But Francis let him do it, especially after seeing the way Arthur's breathing was uneven and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Damn it, Angleterre." he said, pulling Arthur into his arms. "I knew you'd pull through."

Arthur tried punching him a few times, but then hugged him back just as hard, swearing at him the whole time. "I thought you were dead, you filthy bastard! I was followed by wolves for two fucking weeks since I left the Europa Mansion, and then I saw your blood at the clinic!"

"I needed to find Matthew. The moment I realized that he was about to wake." Francis said, gestured towards Alfred.

"Matthew can-"

"Sense sync, I know." Arthur growled into his shoulder. "I had to learn that from Ivan, of all people."

"Arthur..."

"Don't you dare call me that you Frog!"

Francis smiled and closed his eyes, until he felt like they were being watched. Matthew was giving him an understanding smile, but Alfred looked like he was inches away from murdering Francis.

He gently disentangled himself from Arthur, who was furiously wiping at his eyes.

"So you kept watch while he slept? And you woke him?" Arthur asked Matthew who nodded.

"He wasn't strong enough to control his powers." Matthew said. "Francis turned me, but he knew that he had to stay away... until the time came."

Francis walked over to him and entwined their fingers together, kissing Matthew's hair. Arthur looked at their hands with an eyebrow raised elegantly, an amused smile slowly inching up his cheeks.

The look he gave Francis was one he'd perfected over the centuries. It said, Francis you, dog! and perhaps a bit of, We're having words later, you arsehole.

"And the time is now." Alfred said, turning towards the battlefield beneath them with a majestic look on his features. He looked like he was born to lead. Francis remembered seeing him when he was human, leading the Revolutionaries against an unprecented enemy... the undead. He had looked as fearless then as he looked now.

"Be careful Alfred." Matthew said, frowning. Francis wanted to reach over and smooth the wrinkled it created between his eyebrows. "Don't overdo it this time. I don't want you going into a 200 year-long hibernation again."

Alfred let out a boisterous laugh. "I won't Mattie! This time... I have more to lose." he eyes flitted towards Arthur, who Francis saw flushing. He was touching his left cheek for some reason. "Well then, see you guys in a minute..."

Alfred gave them each smiles, then doubled over, clutching his head. When he straightened up, he let out a howl which resounded trough the forest.

"T'inquiete." Francis muttered to himself when a frisson ran along his spine.

Alfred's eyes were silver now, and when he opened his mouth, Francis saw two symmetrical rows of sharp, velociraptor-like teeth. He stuck his tongue out looking distinctly devilish, his eyes set on Arthur.

"On second thought." the mixture of multiple voices came out his mouth when he spoke. "Fuck it."

The next moment he was in front of Arthur, his arms pulling the man flush against his body. Arthur didn't look as scared as Francis felt, but placed his pale hands against the boy's tanned, muscular arms. "Alfred... what are you-"

Francis's eyes widened.

It looked like Alfred was devouring Arthur's lips. Maybe he was... Droplets of blood, no doubt Arthur's, were pouring down from their joined lips. Those teeth had to be mean. Alfred leaned back slightly before forcing his tongue into Arthur's mouth, to which the latter out a depraved moan. One of the tanned hands went into Arthur's tights and he whimpered.

Beside him Matthew let out an embarrassed noise, he had two fingers on the bridge of his nose and a heated blush on his face. "Alfred!" he said. "You have something to do, remember?"

They broke apart with a slick noise.

"Tease." Alfred told Arthur's swooning form. He pulled Arthur up bridal style and handed him to Matthew. "Keep him safe."

"I will!" Matthew sounded exasperated. "Now go!"

Alfred didn't even spare Francis a glance as he turned around and jumped off the cliff. Francis thought he saw the boy bursting into flames right as he fell, but that could have been the night playing tricks on his eyes.

"Great..." Matthew said, placing Arthur back down on the ground, sounding anything but happy.

"What is it, Matthew?" Francis asked, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Matthew bit his lip and stared at Arthur. "I hope he's up for it. Even as a human, Alfred was very possessive of what he considered his."

Francis chuckled. "Don't worry." he said. "That will suit Arthur just fine. He needs a partner who can match his craziness."

"Don't let Alfred hear you say that." Matthew grinned, and kissed him languidly. He poured all his love into it... a love long overdue.

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Arthur sat on the other side of the butte-like structure, his mind a complete mess.

Alfred... The boy who had become so much more to him in the small frame of the two days they'd spent together. All these years of existence, and Arthur had found someone he truly loved in a matter of hours.

But what about Alfred?

Arthur remembered waking up to see a flaming silver body growling at the Alphas, snarling at the Vampire Warlords without fear, until every single one of them recognized his power and fell back. He was made to rule them, keep them in check, with the blood of both their oldest ancestors running through his veins. The whole time, Arthur had his fingers on his lips, the taste of Alfred's hot mouth still on his...

Francis had cheekily told him that he had looked lovesick.

He hadn't even tried to deny that.

"Bugger." Arthur said to himself, drawing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around it.

What a kiss that had been. Sinful... would be one to describe it. Arthur had loved it.

"Damn you, Jones." he said, burying his face in his knees.

"Please don't say that."

Arthur's head jerked up. Of course, as soundlessly as he had gone, he was back... Alfred. He looked normal again. "I thought that it would take longer." Arthur blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. "Rounding up all the individual fights going on around the country."

"It's wasn't hard to break them up. They're hearts weren't actually into the fight." Could he be any more attractive? Seriously, even the wind was on his side, gently carding through his hair to make it look dashingly windswept. "I hope I haven't scared you away."

Arthur gave him a disbelieving look. "What that's it? That's all you have to say?"

Alfred looked confused and Arthur huffed.

"One minute you're a nice, nervous little boy. The next thing I know, you're a fucking Greek god who can turn into a flaming Beelzebub with the most dastardly lips in the whole-"

"You liked the kiss then?" Alfred interrupted, looking very hopeful.

"Fuck you." Arthur told him quietly, looking away.

"Don't tempt me." came the reply and Arthur looked up at him, wide-eyed.

Alfred cursed, and ran a hand through his messy hair. "You have no idea how edible you look right now, do you?"

He was rather close now. His eyes looking deeply into Arthur's. He desperately hoped that the 'edible' part had been a figure of speech.

"When I changed form, I had thus urge to kill every other person that's touched you." he said, his voice like steel. "Francis, that Karter guy, Antonio, Matthias, Lukas... everyone."

"I- hang on a minute! How did you even-" Arthur froze, remembering their kiss... tasting the tang of his own blood. "You idiot! Just because you could, you had the big idea to go sorting through my memories?"

"Arthur, I-"

"Just because you're all powerful does not mean that you can just...

"Art-"

"...my privacy! You had no right to read my feelings-"

"I love you, Arthur." Alfred said without any hesitation in his voice, and that properly shut Arthur up. He felt his cheeks becoming very hot indeed, for a vampire.

He unraveled Arthur's hands from around his legs and pushed him down into the grass, hovering over him.

"I've thought you were beautiful ever since I saw you that day at the end of the Revolutionary War. And when we met again, it just became worse."

Arthur was vaguely understanding everything Alfred just said, very vaguely. He was a tad busy drowning in the deep pools of Alfred's eyes at the moment.

"I don't think I'll ever let you go." Alfred's voice was talking on a fierce edge now. "You're mine."

Arthur couldn't help that those words, accompanied by that voice, went straight downstairs. "Alfred..."

"Hmm?"

Arthur didn't say anything else, and pulled Alfred down by the collar of that stupid aviator jacket he was wearing again. They lips crashed together again and Arthur felt complete.

He spread his legs apart and wound them around Alfred's hips, pulling him down closer... a bit more closer...

Alfred growled into the kiss when his hardness touched Arthur's excitement. His lips moved away from Arthur lips and began ravaging his neck. Licking, tasting, scraping with his teeth. Alfred shrugged off his jacket in a fluid movement and ripped off Arthur's top as he tried to unzip them. His cheeks heated slightly when Arthur chuckled at his impatience.

Pretty soon they were both naked under the waning moon.

"Holy shit..." Alfred said looking down at him, his hair framing his gorgeous face like a halo. "I can't believe you're here with me."

His hands were moving across Arthur body's like he was afraid he might disappear. His mouth was hot on Arthur collarbone again, and this time he hissed in pain. When Alfred backed away Arthur saw that his eyes were still blue, but somehow his teeth had sharpened.

Arthur groaned at the sight. "It's fucking fine." He twined his hand in Alfred's hair and pulled him down for another bruising kiss, this time, using his own canines to taste Alfred. It came with a burst of feelings and emotions.

Alfred's whole life flashed in front of his eyes, both mortal and immortal parts. He saw himself as Alfred had seen him for the first time, standing with his horse and Francis's, waiting for the Frenchman before boarding their ship.

And the strongest of his emotions, Alfred was feeling them right then... at present. Alfred had never actually loved anyone in his life- not like that, and right now, he was chanting Arthur name over and over in his mind. Like a prayer. His desire, need, and just his plain disbelief about the fact that Arthur really was there, willing to be his...

Arthur couldn't bear to pull away after that, and kissed the blonde on top if him with renewed vigor. Their tongues played together and their skins grew flushed in the hot night.

Then Alfred was touching him there, further down... too fast! Arthur hissed in pain and he pulled back immediately. "Sorry." Alfred kissed Arthur's cheeks, his lips. "So sorry."

Arthur frowned inwardly. He wasn't made out of rose petals for Pete's sake! He bit into Alfred's shoulder and sucked hard. When he looked up again, he saw that Alfred's eyes had dilated in lust, so that they looked almost black.

"Do it." Arthur told him. "I want it. And I trust you."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. With my life, with everything." Arthur breathed, grinning up at him. "Besides, I like it hard."

He saw the exact moment Alfred's breath hitched and he gave in, thrusting into Arthur and groaning as Arthur arched up to him. He bit Arthur's ear and went faster and faster. His hot body ghosting over Arthur's pale, cold one, heating it up as they molded into each other's touch. In perfect rhythm.

"I love you, Arthur. So much... I don't even know how to explain..."

But Arthur knew. He had felt it in the blood that ran in Alfred's veins... the same things he felt. So he whispered. "Me too."

The smile Alfred gave him after that was downright scary, and Arthur had bloody liked it. And it was at that point he had realized that for Alfred, 'stamina' meant a completely different thing.

Not that he minded... That night, their passion burnt bright. And like two long-lost lovers, they stayed entwined the whole time.