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"I don't know if I like this idea..."
Alfred mock punched his friend, knowing it would annoy the hell out of him. You might say Arthur Kirkland was an extremely sensible and cautious young man. That, or he was a complete and utter scaredy cat. Alfred was convinced it was the latter.
"Look Iggs, I bought this so we'll be fine." Alfred said, pulling out an unimpressive brown onion from his hoodie pocket.
"It's garlic! Vampires are afraid of garlic, you imbecile!" How stupid could one guy be? These two high school students were now going to have to face a terrifying nocturnal killer with a bulb no bigger (and a good deal lighter) than a cricket ball. Arthur didn't like their odds.
Whilst the Brit continued his internal monologue, Alfred gingerly pushed an ear against the door of the old janitor's room that they followed Francis to. His hearing, like his reflexes and strength, was extraordinarily good. Shame his brain didn't work to the same standard.
"Non, no, mon petit! Hold still and it won't hurt one bit. I just need to feed, and then you can become my lover !"
Alfred was surprised at how badly the thick door canceled out the sounds of those behind it. It wasn't usually this easy for the hero to discover the villains grand plan. If you could even call Fracis' cliché design a plan.
"Right then, I suppose this is where we head on in, yes?" Arthur had emerged from his little solitary panic and seemed all the better for it.
The American noticed that if he left him to it, Arthur would often worry himself to confidence within about fifteen minutes. Tops. He then metamorphosed into a surprisingly easy going person; although some may say a little too easy going. Alfred learnt that the hard way when he bullied his friend into playing chicken with him on a set of rail tracks outside of town. He ended up having to push his head strong friend out of the way of a rather large train.
At that, Arthur knocked politely on the door and entered the room slowly, much to the horror and bewilderment of his friend.
"I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Bonnefoy, but we're here to beat you up and rescue this lovely young lady."
If that wasn't enough, he quickly added; "It won't take up much of your time."
Francis looked almost as mind blown as Alfred for a moment but then, after looking Arthur up and down, let it slide, grinning at him like the sexual predator he was.
"Oh hoh hoh, you're English are you? Then I must call you Angleterre!" He raised a hand to his mouth and chuckled into it, amused by the new nickname. Outside, Alfred wretched at the overly feminine gesture and tried to formulate a plan to save Arthur, Natalya and any other innocent young girls or ridiculously confident idiots, stupid enough to fall for the sickeningly sweet French lech. Unfortunately, activities that involve ones brain were not really this American's strong suit, so we'll come back to him, shall we?
Arthur wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he had a feeling that the French man was coming on to him. He retreated one step further to find his legs knock against a wooden chair on the far side of the room. He was cornered.
"Don't worry, mon Cher, I won't do anything to damage that beautiful face!" He giggled at Arthur's delightfully scared expression; becoming a vampire wasn't as entirely terrible as he thought. It gave him a certain... Je ne sais quoi.
Arthur unexpectedly returned the smirk as he picked up the wooden seat and crashed it against the wall. In a second, he lifted up a fragment of wood and held it dangerously close to Francis' chest.
He gulped. This regular human boy actually put up a fight, and he wasn't an idiot either! One more inch further and that stake would penetrate his heart, and then, game over.
"Now now, we're all friends here..." He began, his voice slightly whimpering. But before he could continue with his pleading, the British boy spoke in an unfamiliar language; although, it was more of a chant.
"Amor animi vires spem. Band simul, godess potentes simus lux in tenebris regina magica. Sit Benedictus! Sit Benedictus! Bene vivere, et esse beatus!"
Arthur's voice fluctuated at the end of the spell, and as it did, a gleaming blue magic circle appeared. That was enough to distract Alfred from his plan making. Magic was... real? And his friend seemed to look just as surprised as he did. No one spoke for a good while and the three men and bound girl looked at each other with confusion.
Amidst the slow spin of the blue seal, Francis' face changed greatly, his eyes turning a pure and complete black and... fangs protruded from his mouth. Not only magic was real, but vampires were real too!? What the hell?
"Iggy, . SO. FRICKING. AWESOME." Alfred leaped into the room, poking his tongue out at Francis who appeared trapped in Arthur's force field spell.
A clatter was heard as Natalya dropped a knife to the floor, along with the ropes that bound her. The small room seemed even smaller than before; each student standing and unable to address one another. Her stare bore into Arthur and Francis, as though she was waiting for something to happen.
At a loss for words, she darted out of the room, running like a madman; just pausing at the exit long enough to whisper a quick 'Thank you'.
Arthur wasn't sure he wanted to come to school, or if anyone, namely Alfred, wanted him there in the first place. He was tired and extremely confused. Upon arriving home the previous night, he tried, to no avail, to recreate the spell he cast in the janitor's room. Nothing. Nothing happened at all.
He wondered absentmindedly, as he turned open the door to the club, if it had all been a dream. What he found behind the door was proof enough that it wasn't.
Alfred sat on a chair with its back to his front, a hand of cards neatly fanned out in his fingertips. Opposite him was Francis, legs crossed and a set of cards in hand. The two chuckled and looked up to see the shocked Brit at the entrance.
"Bonjour, Angleterre. Isn't it great? Alfred let me join your little club!"
What the bloody hell has my life come to?