Once school was over, Arthur met up with Vlad. He was still curious as to how they were turned, and what he sould be aware of if Vlad tried anything. Again, they walked to the Romanian's house. The Brit's house was full of his brothers and he didn't want them to interrupt. The Romanian looked at the Brit and them to the ground. 'dumnezeu...I hate myself for feeling this way...I have to tell him...but...I don't want to ruin what we have...'
"Vlad...?"
"Huh...? What...?"
"Are you okay...? You look a bit upset..."
"I'm fine, don't worry."
"Are you sure...?"
"Da."
Arthur looked at him with worried eyes. Was it something he did? Something he said..? Vlad was acting different from earlier and that worried the Brit greatly. When they reached the Romanian's home, they went upstairs to his room again. Arthur spotted a stain on Vlad's blanket. The Romanian's eyes widened and he bit his lip. He knew what the other saw and was trying to think of an excuse. His mind drew a blank.
"V-Vlad...is this blood...?"
"D-Da..."
"Whos...?"

"Vlad...answer me..."
"...mine..."
Arthur looked at Vlad with saddend eyes and caressed his face.
"What did you do...?"
"...after smelling your blood...my cravings came back and I couldn't control them...So..I cut myself deep and drank my own blood..."
"Vlad..."
The Romanian sat on his bed, covering his face with his hands.
"I'm sorry..."
Arthur sat next to him and wrapped his arms around him, comforting him.
"Shhh...It's alright..."
Vlad was right near the Brit's neck, the pale flesh was calling him. He sniffed the smaller blonde's neck, shivering at his scent. Arthur felt what he was doing and cluthed the back of his shirt, too afraid to move. The Romanian ran his fangs over Arthur's neck, licking it as well. The Brit unconciously tilted his head, granting Vlad access, and blushed furiously. This was bad. Very bad, but this felt so good. Vlad's eyes flashed crimson, but then back to brown. He pulled away from Arthur and bit his hand, drawing blood. The Brit grabbed his hand and held it tightly. He was terrified, he had never seen a real vampire before. Vlad was it. The Romanian looked into emerald eyes, a few tears falling.
"Why? Why do you care...? I just tried to bite you...and possibly kill you..."
"I care because your my friend..."
Arthur titled Vla's head up, leaning in and kissing his forehead. The Romanian blushed slightly. They then layed in Vlad's bed for an hour, Arthur petting the vampire's hair.
"Are you better...?"
"Yes...Thank you so much."
"You're welcome...Now...Tell me how they are turned..."
Vlad sat up and sighed.
"First...Sex is always a good way to start out. Like I said, it relaxes them...Then you bite them of course, but instead of just a bite like in movies you have to drink nearly all of their blood. NEARLY all, you don't want to kill them. Then you bite your wrist and feed it to them. Then soon pass out due to blood loss and once they wake up, you feed your blood again and then they're a strong newborn vampire."
Arthur blushed slightly at hearing how it was done. It was mostly the part about sex, but he seemed to like biting as well. The Romanian looked at him and smiled slightly, caressing his face. The Brit looked into the other's eyes, still blushing, unconciously leaning in slightly. Vlad blushed and leaned in as well, inches away from Arthur's lips. The Romanian gently ran his thumb over the Brit's lips softly, the Brit placing his hand on the Romanian's cheek. Tension and desire grew, and soon their lips touched. Kissing sweetly, not passionatly. Arthur soon realizedwhat he was doing and pulled away quickly, covering his mouth and blushed hard. A few tears rolled down his cheek as he ran out of Vlad's bedroom and his house. The Romanian sat on his bed, knowing it was best to go after him. He curled up and hugged his knees. 'What have I done...? I just kissed mt best friend's boyfriend...Kill me now...they'll both hate me forever...' Arthur ran back to his own house and up to his room, closing and locking the door. He through down his back pack and layed on his bed, burying his face in his pillow. 'Oh my God...I just kissed my boyfriend's best friend...I cheated on Alfred...He'll hate me forever if he found out...I know Vlad will tell him...I just know he will...' The Brit sobbed in his pillow, afraid of what tomorrow will bring. The Romanian stayed in the same position until he got a text. It was from Gilbert. He narrowed his eyes as we read it, it said...
"We need to talk..."