Chapter 4: Trouble
Gilbert sat on the edge of his bed wondering if he had been too harsh on the quiet prisoner. He seemed so skiddish and was probably scared out of his mind right now. He had every reason to be scared. Sighing, the vampire stood and left his room, to go confront the small boy again, in hopes of apologizing. As he walked, he heard snickers and talk of a battle in the ring. Gilbert smiled. He always encouraged his fellow vampires to relax and unwind by watching a good fight between werewolves. When he reached the cage where his prisoner was supposed to be, however, his smile disappeared.
He was gone.
Immediately he wondered if the battle in the ring included his Birdie and his eyes widened. He ran to the entrance and shoved the door open, revealing a small blonde trying his hardest to run away from the beast that was chasing him. The albino ran down the steps two at a time and threw open the gate that blocked them from the ring.
"Stop!" He yelled out in anger.
The feral werewolf stopped chasing the the small boy and turned to look at him. It snarled and ran at him. Gilbert bared his teeth ready for the beast. It swiped it's sharp claws at the man, but missed as he nimbly dodged them. With a swift punch to the gut, the beast howled and dropped down to one knee. What Gilbert didn't know is that this wasn't one of the typical werwolves that they kept. This was the feircest one that they had in the cages. It got pissed very easily.
When the vampire wasn't expecting it, the beast quickly swiped it's claws again, this time hitting it's target in the chest. Gilbert flew backwards and landed on the ground, a good ten feet away. The claws had ripped right through to his lungs, causing him to begin choking on his own blood. By then the rest of the vampires were working on restraining the feral beast and take it back to it's cage. Gilbert sat up and gasped at the pain, but pushed it aside and walked over to Matthew.
"Are you okay?" He asked with true concern.
Matthew was shocked. He didn't expect anyone here to be so nice to him like that, especially the leader. He nodded his head anyway, cradling his wrist. Gilbert noticed this and gently grabbed for it.
"What happened to it? It's swollen."
"I-I fell on it and sprained it. It's fine though."
Gilbert eyed him warily then turned to the side and coughed harshly. Blood sprayed the ground at his feet. When the fit had subsided he turned to the shocked crowd and his expression turned hostile. "Who is responsible for planning this?"
No one answered him and instead remained silent.
"Fine, if no one will answer me then I won't allow anyone who attended this event to eat for a month."
Mouths dropped open at his words. Vampires could survive longer than humans without food, but by the time the end of a month rolled around the hunger typically drove them to insanity. Gilbert continued to stare them down until another coughing fit disrupted him. Blood not only poured from his wound, but from his mouth as well. His already pale complextion became even paler. Matthew reached out to help him, but he was smacked across the face by the gaurd.
"Don't you dare touch him!"
Gilbert straightened back up and grabbed the man by the throat. "Don't touch him again! You are already in trouble for putting him in harms way by placing him in this arena, so I suggest you help me find the organizer."
The gaurd nodded and was released from his leader's strong grip. Gilbert turned back to the crowd standing behind the fence. "Now, who is the one responsible?"
After a few more moments of silence, a man stepped forward and through the gate. "I am."
Gilbert smiled and bent over, securing the man's legs to the ground with a couple of chains. He turned back to the gaurd. "Let the beast back out. He should be more than angry enough."
When he faced the disobediant vampire once more, he found that his eyes were wide with fear. Gilbert smiled again and grabbed Matthew by the arm, leading him out, hearing the screams and plees from the now condemned man. Poking his head back into the stadium, he spoke once more. "The rest of you, feel free to watch."
Once they were out of ear reach, Matthew said, "Are you okay? You don't look too good."
Gilbert gave him a curious glance but then smiled. "I'm fine. The awesome me can't be defeated so easily."
Matthew nodded and looked back ahead of him, before he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
Gilbert stopped and turned around, cruious as to why he had stopped. "Are you okay, Birdie?"
"I don't feel well." Matthew threw up suddenly and collapsed.
The albino didn't know what to do. He ran and retrieved a couple of gaurds to take him to the "infirmary" if it could even be called that. Let's just say it was the place where the vampire made sure their food didn't have any serious illness and were okay to eat. It was the closest thing to it so they made do. Matthew was laid down on a spare bed and everyone immediately got to work to figure out what was wrong with him. Gilbert was pulled away by his brother, though he barely noticed, because he was too focused on not passing out.
"Brother! You need to feed."
Gilbert seemed to slowly come back to reality and looked at his brother. "What's that, West?"
"You need to feed." Ludwig squeezed Gilbert's shoulders in an attempt to keep him focused.
"Yeah."Gilbert said slowly as he was lead away by his brother to the feeding rooms. He needed to figure out what was wrong with Matthew, but if he didn't feed soon, he could die. He would check on him later.
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Ivan had barely eaten anything since Alfred had fallen unconsious. It was becoming increasingly worrying for Ivan and he wasn't sure what to do. He never left his lover's side once.
"Ivan?" Arthur walked trying to get the Russian's attention. "Alfred's going to be fine. He'll wake up."
The pale blonde man sighed and looked up at the Brit. "How do you know? You said that the last time he was like this, he almost died.
"Yes I realized that I said that, but that was only once. And it was because a family member died."
"Isn't his brother family?"
"Yes, but he's still holding onto the hope that he's still alive. He wouldn't pass up the opportunity to save him."
Ivan settled for that answer and turned back to Alfred, feeling a little better. He quickly place a kiss on the American's head and laid down next to him, ready to go to bed.
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