Chapter 10!

I was really in the mood to write this so enjoy it please xx

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Matthew smiled innocently at Francis, he had stuck close to the French man for the past few days. He was Arthur's best friend, whether Arthur would admit it or not. He had pondered befriending Herakles instead but he was just so unapproachable. Francis was kind and easy to talk to. They were taking a moonlit walk through the gardens, apparently Arthur had planted all the beautifully blooming roses.

"Hey Francis..." asked Matthew curiously, tugging at the man's sleeve, tonight Francis was dressed in a long blue silk shirt with black trousers and his blonde hair was slicked back. He had learnt a lot about fashion from Francis, the man was his mentor of sorts. He was almost like a big brother.

"What is it mon frere?" asked the Frenchman amused.

"Could you tell me how you met Arthur?"

"Mmm, it's been a while since I told that story... Ah, how nostalgic." Francis sat down on a nearby bench and Matthew sat beside him.

"Will you tell me?" Persisted Matthew.

"It was 15th century France, I had recently became a vampire at the time and I was introduced to Gilbert, a Tectonic Knight, through a succubus named Elizabeta. When we first met, me and Arthur were enemies. He despised me but rightly so. England was at war with the French and he was carrying out vital top secret missions, by the order of the church."

"So Arthur was pretty important back then?" asked Matthew. He was surprised to see Francis so serious, he remembered every detail of what had happened like it was yesterday.

"Oui! However, even though Arthur was high ranked he was still sent to do the worst jobs."

"Why?"

"Alas, he is a Nephillim, Mon frere. Nephillim are half human and half Angel, they are seen as sinful by Heaven, and are feared because of their superior powers and intellect. He was an outcast in his own home yet he never complained once."

"That's awful! They hated him because he was better? Angels are so cruel..."

"Oui Mathieu. However not all Nephillim kept their mouths shut about their discomfort. As I discovered when I, a French vampire, courted a Nephillim named Michelle."

"A Nephilim? Did she work with Arthur?" asked Matthew with a frown. He had never heard of Michelle before.

"Yes. When Arthur found out about us, he was devastated. His own precious protégée went behind his back and cavorted with the enemy. In his eyes I was the enemy."

"Then what happened?"

"Ah, well Arthur bumped into Gilbert and I guess you could say they became friends almost instantly. The start of a beautiful and everlasting friendship! Arthur told Gilbert his life story, it took many years, but Gilbert learnt everything."

"Years!?"

Matthew definitely couldn't wait that long... Well, maybe for Arthur.

"Yes Matthew, but for immortals years are nothing. It's funny, Arthur wasn't happy when Gilbert confronted me. Gilbert and Michelle fought violently until Arthur stopped them. They would have killed each other, Gilbert still carries the scars. Arthur was horrified someone would be prepared to kill on his behalf but Gilbert is a vampire, a leopard cant change it's spots after all." Francis shrugged, falling silent.

"What about Michelle?"

I broke it off with her. When the French won the war she revealed she had only used me to rebel and didn't love me. Such a cold lady" chuckled Francis.

"How cruel! Is Arthur always surrounded by such awful people?"

"Mmm... If not for Alana and his fledglings he would have given up on life for certain."

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"Geez Francy pants, you're telling that story again? Why don't you tell the poor kid a funny one- like the first time Arthur met Elizabeta?" sniggered Gilbert.

"Ohohohohn... Now that was something to behold, he really let her have it for playing with Roderick."

"He was defending me, not that bastard with a stick up his ass" huffed Gilbert.

"What happened?"

"Elizabeta turned Roddy and me against each other and fed off of our energy, Arthur and me reconnected and he realised what was going on immediately."

"He flipped Mon frere, called her a demonic whore and to go back to hell."

"Remember when Lizzy took a liking to poor Alana?"

"Oh, Arthur was so cute! Acting all protective!" Cooed Francis.

Matthew nervously laughed and left them to their reminiscing.

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