A/N: Okay so, here the next part I guess. Listening to inspiring song that matches chapter…this will work…:
WARNING: Violence and character death in this chapter…you've been warned.
Arthur woke up before Alfred, still being held like a teddy bear. He was quiet as he crawled out of his grip, getting up and walking to the mirror. He took off his shirt, replacing it with a vest he'd been given by Matthew. His hair was a tousled mess, but that was mostly Alfred's fault.
Arthur turned and gave Alfred a slight smile as he walked across the room and kissed his head. The door creaked open and Arthur gave a small wave to the intruder.
"Want something to drink?" Gilbert asked quietly.
"Yes, thank god, I'm starving…" Arthur nodded following Gilbert out into the hallway, the albino making note of a hickey on his neck.
"Have fun last night?" Gilbert asked, gesturing to the bruise.
"Yes but not as much as he would have liked." Arthur admitted, sheepishly covering the spot. When had that happened?
"Aw! No bow chika wow wow, chika wow wow!?" Gilbert sing-songed, nudging him in the arm and laughing loudly as they began down the stairs.
Arthur gave him an annoyed look.
"No Gilbert, no bow chika- whatever you said." Arthur waved him off.
"Well I saw him cuddling with you, I could only assume." Gilbert sniggered as he walked over and held up a dead fox.
"T-Thanks…where did you find this thing?" Arthur hesitantly asked as he cradled the thing in his arms.
"Oh, I caught it this morning." Gilbert assured.
"Really, you did that for me? Thank you Gilbert, that was very generous of you, especially under the circumstances." Arthur said, bringing the fox's neck to his lips.
Gilbert raised his eyebrows as Arthur's fangs elongated and then he growled inhumanly, sinking them into the flesh of the carcass. Gilbert noticed that Arthur's cheeks were sunken in now, he had bags under his eyes, the green in his eyes were dull, and his hair looked less blonde and grayer than what it had been. He really hadn't drunken in a while, and it had affected him.
When Arthur released the fox from his fangs Gilbert watched in awe as Arthur sighed in relief, closed his eyes and leaned his head up a bit. His cheeks filled out, the bags under his eyes diminished, his hair seemed to go back to its shiney golden state, and when he opened his eyes they were a vibrant green again, like gems.
"So that's why you need blood…" Gilbert said, amazed.
"Yes, it keeps us young." Arthur nodded, turning to a mirror and admiring the change.
"Well, I'm going to go see if I can't find Eliza, the sun just broke and she likes seeing it rise. I'll um…see you later?" Gilbert more asked then said.
"Yes, hopefully." Arthur nodded as Gilbert ran back up one of the long stairs.
Arthur sighed. Now…how in the hell was he going to pull this off?
"I've never been a morning person…"
"You're joking." Peter said as he paced down the hallway with his older brother, who currently was smoking a cigarette.
"Does it look like I'm joking? I mean, sure it was hot as fuck, and don't tell him I said that or I'll personally rip your head from it's place upon your shoulders, but it doesn't make up for the fact that he has betrayed us. So, lets do what we can to betray him back. We won't save his skin forever." Allistor frowned as he pushed open two double doors.
Francis looked up at his two new presences.
"Bonjour Allistor, Peter." Francis stood, kissing both on the cheek.
"Hallo brother." Allistor smiled, Peter behind him bowing.
"I trust our little Alfred dead, oui?" Francis said, though doubt lingered in his words.
"No, Arthur made out with him on his bed instead. It was actually pretty hot." Allistor shrugged.
"You watched them?" Francis asked.
"….Maybe…."
"Allistor's perverseness aside brother, obviously we need to take action. What do you suggest?" Peter asked, leaning in the doorway.
"I was afraid of this. Fine, let him love him, but that wont change what's coming. Get everyone together Allistor, we're moving out." Francis ordered.
"Yes sir." Allistor grinned.
Arthur paced around the empty dining room, a hand to his chin the other on his hip.
"Okay, I've got to tell him today…oh but god where do I start? Okay…Alfred, Francis had a plan, and I was apart of it, but I don't want to be anymore because...god, because I love you…Blast it all, he'll never believe me, I wouldn't…But I have to try." Arthur rehearsed again, trying to keep his breaths normal.
He then heard footsteps coming down the stairs and looked up, pushing himself as Alfred grinned and waved at him.
"A-Alfred, I…I need to talk to you-"
"No Alfred, I don't want you to talk to him. I want to talk to him instead." Matthew smiled.
Arthur gulped as Matthew moved past Alfred, placing a hand on Arthur's back and leading him down the stairs. Alfred smiled at his older brother who turned around and winked at him.
When they got outside Matthew laughed at the way Arthur kept giving him questioning looks and flinching like he was going to hit him.
"I know that Natalia isn't Alfred's mate Arthur." Matthew eventually said.
Arthur's silence was taken as a cue to continue.
"I accidentally walked in on her mating with Ivan. And it would be impossible for her to mate with another, and be with Alfred. It was awkward but she ultimately explained what was going on to me. I can't believe I didn't see it, actually." Matthew chuckled lightly.
"I…don't know what to say." Arthur shook his head.
"You know, what I did to Joan, needed to be done." Matthew frowned then.
"Huh?" Arthur was a bit taken aback by the quick subject change.
"If she hadn't died, then the constant fighting would have led to the pure extinction of both breeds. The same goes for my father. But Joan was an evil woman, no, creature, to us Arthur. She was the cause of the fighting, telling her vampires lies of what we were doing behind their backs. Hunting, boundaries, even killing. Do you understand?" Matthew asked, turning to face him.
"I…I think I do. She really was the reason we couldn't just be at peace…" Arthur also understood more now knowing about Francis and Matthew's previous relationship before her.
"Yes…she even got to Francis. He didn't use to be what he is today, but he's too far gone to go back. I don't want to see that happen to you Arthur. You re so much more than what you think, and I truly misjudged you when we first met." Mathew said, the two walking out into a field that appeared to be burned, smoke still clouding some of the air.
"I doubt that." Arthur softly said, looking around the burnt field. They were close to the border now, but Matthew stopped to pick up a growing flower.
"See? This field is burnt and broken, but this little flower in time will change that, if given the chance…" Matthew smiled warmly, Arthur smiling along with him.
"You're right." Arthur nodded.
There was suddenly a sound of footsteps around them, coming from all directions. Matthew jerked his head up and scanned the surrounds, Arthur smelling the thick air and contorting his face into horror.
"No…" Arthur rapidly shook his head as figures became clearer.
"Oh no…" He repeated as three figures walked in front of them.
"Oh monsieur Matthew, what are you doing out here, and so...exposed?" Francis laughed, Allistor cracking his knuckles next to him.
"Excellent work brother." Allistor gestured to Arthur, grinning wickedly.
"You!" Matthew yelled in Arthur's face.
"W-What?! No! This wasn't me; I didn't have anything to do with this!" Arthur yelled back.
"Attack!" Francis yelled.
With this the surrounding vampires began lunging at Matthew, bringing him down easily. Matthew managed to stand up, biting into ones flesh and tearing away a piece of its skin. He growled and hissed as two more vampires grabbed at his arms yanking them behind him and pulling one out of its socket, the other tearing away at Matthew's flesh, blood gushing out and staining their clothes.
"NO!" Arthur yelled. He ran up and jumped on Allistor, who was clawing away at Matthew's chest, easily tearing the skin. Allistor simply turned and flung his arm at Arthur, hitting him square in the jaw. Arthur stood weakly but lunged back at his brother, grabbing his head and yanking back.
Enraged, Allistor turned around fast and pinned Arthur to the ground, Arthur flipping them as the two began using their speed, being simple blurs to the others as they rolled and flipped and chased each other, breaking their jaws, scratching their eyes, tearing skin from bone.
"You shouldn't have done that you little prick!" Allistor yelled as he grabbed Arthur's head in both hands, slamming it against a rock.
"ARG!" Arthur yelled out as his teeth shook from the impact, his breathing vague. He looked weakly over to where they held Matthew, still beating the hell out of the demon.
Arthur felt himself rise as Allistor lifted his head again.
"Goodnight bitch." Allistor spit at him, before bashing it against the rock again, successfully knocking the vampire out.
Matthew grunted as they fell into The Rocks, his body crashing against each ledge, eventually landing at the bottom. Unable to fight back he looked up as the other vampires decided they weren't through with him just yet as they jumped or climbed down to where he was. He got up on his feet and ran with what he could to a series of smaller rocks leading a way out.
Allistor sped down and grabbed at his back, being thrown aside as Matthew purposely fell on his back to crush the vampire under him, rolling over then proceeding to run.
Matthew looked up, not wanting to climb the weak rocks, but when he looked back and saw they were still after him, he could find no other option. He began scaling it, using what little strength he had left. One of the rocks slid underneath his foot, falling down to the vampires below, causing them to shriek and jump back to avoid being crushed.
They couldn't climb it after him, they would cause an avalanche. They could only hope the demon fell. As they looked up to where the demon was heading they could see a figure standing a few feet in front of him.
"Matthew!" Arthur called down. Allistor growled in anguish. He'd healed…
"Get him Arthur! Get him! Do it NOW!" Francis yelled upwards.
Instead Arthur ran onto a different spot on the rocks, out of sight.
"Oh for fucks sake, I'll do it!" Peter snarled, speeding to climb the rocks, gasping as one fell beneath his feet.
"I'm going to end this right now! I'll do what Arthur never will…" Peter whispered to himself as he climbed, smiling when he caught up to Matthew. He reached out and grabbed him foot.
"This is it, demon!" Peter growled.
Matthew used one hard kick to shake him off, causing the vampire to fall a bit. When Matthew kept climbing, more rocks fell, on landing on Peter's side, crushing his rib cage.
"ARG!" He yelled out as he fell more down the rocks, many more crashing into him. When he finally stopped and caught onto something he began working to get a big stone off of him as a boulder came falling towards him. He tried franticly, Francis and Allistor watching helplessly from below.
"NO!" Allistor yelled, stepping forward.
Peter looked up just in time to see the boulder fall onto him, sending a cloud of dust and ash into the air, blinding everyone momentarily. Arthur came jumping down into the gorge with the rest of the vampires, running up to the rocks and pushing them aside, trying to find his little brother.
He was punched away a second later by Francis who desperately dug in the rocks until he saw Peter, coughing and sputtering.
"Peter…" Francis said, shaking his head and holding back tears.
"I…I'm sorry Fra-Franics...I tried…" Peter's voice wavered as he coughed up blood.
"Shh…" Francis comfortingly said as he reached on and stroked his cheek.
Peter gave one last breath then his head fell to the side, limp, his eyes closing. Francis pulled his hand back and stared, mouth agape and eyes filled with grief.
"Peter…" Allistor whispered, walking to stand next to Francis as he lowered his head to the side in mourning, tears falling from them to the cold ground below.
Matthew listlessly crawled in the woods, vision blurry, body covered in blood, some fresh some dried.
Alfred walked through the woods, bored as he chatted with Gilbert and Eliza. He then thought he saw something to his left. His eyes widened.
"M-Matthew?" He squinted.
"MATTHEW! Eliza, get help!" Alfred yelled as he ran over to his brother's side, Eliza dashing off.
Gilbert followed Alfred, staring at his mate's abused form.
"Brother…" Alfred whispered, cradling his upper body in his lap.
"Mattie! Talk to me, what happened to you?!" Gilbert asked as he took his hand and kissed his face twice.
"…Arthur…trap…" Matthew coughed out; going limp again as Alfred stroked his hair and paused.
"Arthur…no…" Alfred softly said, shock overtaking his expression.
"Alfred, help me pick him up. It's going to be okay Matthew, we've got you…" Gilbert said soothingly as the two men picked up their leader, carrying him back to their stronghold. Gilbert glared angrily to the side.
Arthur Kirkland, I should had killed you when I had the chance...
"Joan…I beg of you to watch over my dear Peter…" Francis said through tears as the vampires bowed their heads and wailed in loss, still in the gorge.
Arthur stood there, crying as well before he looked up to see Francis angrily walking towards him, growling low.
"YOU!" He yelled, hitting Arthur in the face and scratching him with long talons.
Arthur glared as he looked up through blonde bangs, a long scratch down the side of his cheek, more blood coming from it.
"What the fuck have you done, you bastard?!" Francis hissed.
"I…I didn't mean for this to happen, I didn't- It wasn't my fault I…I did NOTHING!" Arthur snapped, hissing back loudly in Francis's face, who took a step back.
"Indeed you did you IDIOT! And because of that, you've betrayed your clan of vampires, you've betrayed Joan!" Francis snarled, circling him.
"I don't want anything more to do with her!" Arthur yelled, turning to face him again.
"It won't matter! You can't live this down Arthur Kirkland!" Francis loudly yelled, walking closer to Arthur until he was pressed against one of the rocks.
"Peter's death was brought on by you!" Francis yelled in his face.
"No it wasn't…" Arthur shook his head.
"You…YOU'VE KILLED YOUR OWN BROTHER!"
"NO!" Arthur yelled, his voice echoing through the gorge as he moved out from in front of him, running with speed out of The Rocks.
The other vampires growled, ready to go after and attack the betrayer.
"Let him go." Francis said, holding a hand out to stop Allistor, who was ready to charge.
"Matthew has dishonored our clan once more! Now he has brainwashed Arthur! Listen here, Matthew is hurt and frail. Now is the time to assault! If Arthur won't do it, then we will do it. We will take over his Demon Realms, by sheer FORCE!" Francis screamed out.
Hisses, snarls, and growls of approval and courage rang out, echoing loudly through the canyon. Francis just grinned, looking over his vampires. This it what happens when you mess with the Bonnefoy clan…
A/N: So. I always end up killing Peter don't I? I must really hate him…Anyhow, this story may turn out shorter than I had hoped but so ever, I think it's good. Anyway, please review! I'm sorry if I scared ya' with the death warning, but I'd never kill off a mina character! Well, actually on that thought I might. Later. In this story. BUT that's beside the point, so I hope you're enjoying! Til' next chapter sirs!