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Bullets with Butterfly Wings

Act 10

The Feeding

Scene .i

His heartbeat filled his ears. Matthew felt sweat drip down his forehead. His palm felt clammy, and his eyes were still locked with Ivan's purple ones. The Russian was smiling calmly, but there was a hint of sinister in it.

Ivan lifted his hand, his index finger covered his lips signalling Matthew to remain quiet. The boy swallowed.

The hand fell, past his mother's face, seemingly caressing a frame around her head. She didn't even blink. Matthew flinched violently though. The descriptions on how the Russian killed his victims screamed in Matthew's mind.

He understood the movement, it was plain. Be silent or else.

Matthew knew he wouldn't make a sound even if someone pushed him down at that very moment. Ivan smile turned into a smirk, his eyes seemed to widen and Matthew questioned the already questionable sanity behind the purple eyes.

And then the Russian tilted his head. His mouth opened, mouthing words that seemed to be whispered into Matthew's mind.

"I'll meet you outside, Matvey."

The Canadian's throat was suddenly dry. But he held back a growl. His teeth were clenched tightly together, but then the Russian's eyes flickered back down to Michelle. It was enough to cause Matthew to take a step forward, the word 'no' on the tip of his tongue. He looked at his mother fear and concern mixed into an intangible mess. She really was too beautiful, why had he never taken the time to truly appreciate it?

Ivan's hand lifted once again in the air, the childish smile returned as his eyes closed into slits on his face. The hand cut through the air pointing at the door. The other hand was firmly placed but relaxed on the woman's chair.

This was it. Matthew realised in a daze. He moved towards the door, his eyes blank, moving automatically through the crowd. He was walking towards his own grave.

A hand fell on his shoulder he bit his own tongue not to let out a scream. The metallic taste of his own blood mixed with the sharp pain shocked him out of his stupor. But his mother was still in his clutches. So he smiled.

"Yes, Sir Smith?"

"Should you be going out Matthew…?"

The smile didn't waver. Despite how his insides screamed at him to beg the man in front of him for help, to save his mother, to save him, but the smile remained. "It's a bit stuffy in here, just going out for a breath."

My last one?

The man nodded. "Don't be out long boy…" And then the man left, and Matthew's feet began moving on their accord, his whole body just felt so incredibly heavy. It was if the eyes that never left him were draining him dry with every step he took.

Once out the door, he looked around him. He worried that the reason no one was outside was because of the man inside…He walked down the steps, he didn't dare look over his shoulder. But once he reached the end of the walkway, he turned around.

Ivan Braginski was standing at the top steps in front of the closed door.

Now was his chance! Ivan can't do anything to his mother. Matthew would yell and someone will rush out! But as he took a breath to scream Ivan was suddenly on him. His large hand covered Matthew's mouth, muffling whatever sound planned on making its way out of the young Canadian.

Tears started to sting Matthew's eyes. He didn't want to die! Why didn't he yell when he had the chance? Why didn't he stay with Arthur?

But the one question that weighed on his heart, the one question with the answer as to why he would die tonight...

Why did Ivan Braginski choose me?

He struggled against the older man, pushing against Ivan's chest trying to break free, trying to breathe as the hand smothered half his face. He only stopped in his pitiful attempts when Ivan's grip tightened dangerously around Matthew's wrist.

"Calm down."

The thick Russian accent only enforced his order. Matthew froze, a sudden unease of numbness taking over him. Black spots appeared in his vision as it started to blur from the lack of oxygen. Matthew closed his eyes and grudgingly allowed his consciousness to fade away.

Ivan Braginski loosened his grip on Matthew. He looked round and checked the vicinity. None would follow. Lifting the boy up, he stalked away.

He refused to let anyone interrupt him; the Russian hid his presence from all. Once they were out of ear shot of Matthew's house, the neighbourhood was deadly quiet. The boy groaned in his sleep. Ivan couldn't hold back the pent up excitement much longer.

He was thirsty.

Ivan eyes glowed red under the last streetlight, he turned a corner and found sanctuary in a deserted alley. Pushing Matthew to the wall Ivan's eyes roamed up and down the boy's figure. The light from the main street was enough to illuminate Matthew's pale and flawless skin. Ivan licked his lips.

He lowered his face to the boy's neck, he stopped. Breathing Matthew's scent, he raised his lips to Matthew's ear. He could feel the boy shiver in his grasp.

"Matvey. Wake up."

And Matthew did so with full force. His eyes snapped open as if he never even slept in the first place. He struggled and fought like a caged animal. Ivan gave him another good shove against the wall, to temporary stun Matthew's movements. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Ivan spoke.

"If you draw blood Matvey, it's all over."

Matthew froze. It was if all of his ridiculous ideas were true. He thought back to the first evening. He knew what Ivan was, what just happened confirm everything. He knew the truth, but there no point. He was trapped. He knew this and Ivan knew it too.

Damn vampire.

Ivan chuckled, this time Matthew wasn't surprised, along with completely masking his presence, his side theory that Ivan could read minds was also true.

"Not entirely, Matvey…Only sometimes, when you let your guard down…"

Matthew could only glare at him, cursing at the Russian, wishing he could do so out loud, but the overbearing hand still covered the lower half of his face; barely letting enough air through for the Canadian to breath.

His glare was caught off guard as the look in Ivan's eyes softened slightly, the red turned back into the violet Matthew had first seen that night at the cafe. He really hated it, it made Ivan almost look …human.

Ivan rested his forehead against Matthew's. Their eyes were locked within each other's. The violet ones were strangely warm. The Russian breathed against his own hand that covered Matthew's mouth. He spoke softly against it. The hand being the only thing that separated their lips from each other's, the boy could practically count each individual pale eye lashes. He spoke out the Russian derivative of Matthew's name softly, again and again. He stood like this, holding the Canadian against the wall, eyes closed as if in a prayer. Matthew was too shocked to think. And then finally Ivan lowered his face to the arch of the Canadian's neck…

"I promise you, it won't hurt…I won't hurt you…"

He kissed Matthew's neck. The boy felt his body shiver at the light touch and his face redden at the kiss. He could feel Ivan's smirk against his skin. And Matthew felt his face grow hotter, but this time with annoyance.

Ivan began slowly taunting that patch of skin he kissed, with his vision he watched how the skin turn red from the kisses and sucking. Matthew fought hard to keep his breathing under control, but his knees were shaking, proving to the Russian that his little Matvey was indeed a virgin to all his taunts.

The Canadian couldn't think only feel. Every nip, every positive and yet torturous sensation that spread from his neck to in between his legs, to his very soul. Goosebumps crawled up and down is back, his hands gripped onto Ivan's jacket for support, no longer trying to push away the vampire.

But the Russian has grown tired of waiting.

"How long I've waited for this!" He exclaimed, and Matthew's body jerked violently forward and then back when Ivan bit him. But the vampire proved himself right. The bite didn't hurt Matthew, no more than a second of pain when a strange sense of relief and ecstasy encompassed them both.

But then Matthew found he had even less control of his body than before. His knees completely gave way when a moan escaped his lips, the sound echoed in the alley since Ivan's hand had dropped from his mouth to the boy's waist pulling Matthew into him. Ivan held the boy up.

The hand that gripped Ivan's jacket fell loose to his side. He had no more strength. The ecstasy couldn't keep up with the violent bloodlust. Now his brain started to work again. The only thought that pulled him out of the vampire's trance was that he was going to die.

Someone needed to save him, or else Ivan would drain him dry. And it would be the end of Matthew Williams. His eyes were half lid; he could feel his tears fall freely down his face. His voice was completely gone no one would come.

Would Ivan rip Matthew's head off like the other corpses? Even in this sorry state Matthew hoped not. It wasn't a pretty corpse.

Trapped in his morbid thoughts. He barely registered when Ivan's hands had traveled up his shirt, or when he even started unbuttoning it. The next thing he knew, was looking into red orbs. Ivan had stopped to take a breath, he was panting with how much he had drank in one go. Ivan's lips dripped with Matthew's blood.

Ivan's eyes dropped to take in Matthew's weak form. He could barely contain a maniacal laughter. Matthew won't be killing him. Ivan felt stronger than ever. His eyes roamed over Matthew's bare chest, to the blood dripping from his neck. It dripped down past his collar bone over right chest, just passing by a pink nipple.

Ivan leaned down and licked the trail of blood pausing over the nipple, sucking on it, smiling against it as Matvey jerked, and another sound of pleasure escaped his lips. Ivan licked the wound on the neck. He brought his face up to look at Matvey's.

The boy was weak, but still conscious. His eyes that had closed when Ivan tongue roamed opened and met his. To Ivan's greatest pleasure, there was still a spark of defiance in the deep mauve eyes.

'Fucking hoser.'

The thought drifted from Matthew's mind into Ivan's. The Russian laughed. The sound resonated deeply in his chest. He knew how much Matthew would love to use his lips, but the Russian had a better use for it than what little Matvey planned its use for.

Ivan's lips glistened with Matthew's blood, the Canadian's eyes went wide when he realised the Russian's plan. Their lips met. And Matthew was too weak to pull away. Ivan had complete dominance over his mouth. Exploring every nook and spreading the metallic taste everywhere. Ivan kissed him. Matthew's first kiss was stolen by a vampire.

This, more than anything else, annoyed Matthew the most. It took all of his strength, to just turn his head away and snapping his mouth shut. But that wasn't enough for Matthew he collected the taste of Ivan in his mouth and forcefully spit it out. Failing a bit in his attempt more drool mixed with blood dripped down his own chin.

The Russian patiently wiped it away.

He pulled Matthew's head back, tilting the chin up so he had to look up into Ivan's eyes.

"You're mine Matthew."

And that's how the Canadian knew it was the end. The vampire had never once called him Matthew, so it must be a signal that the monster will finish the job.

But…I'm not ready to die…

"Nobody is ever ready Matthew…"

Great…The Canadian nearly laughed at his own sarcasm. Of course he'd be sarcastic at the end. He closed his eyes and waited for death to come in a pair of taunting lips, being placed softly back onto his neck.

But then with a sudden flash of light, Matthew was on the ground. He knew he was still alive because of the pain on his knees and face for suddenly being let go. He couldn't open his eyes, and he could barely hear what took place. He heard an animalistic type of hissing belonging to Ivan he guessed. And then he heard a voice speaking in a strange language. A brief conversation, and then he was alone.

Somehow Matthew knew Ivan was gone. And the relief was so much that he allowed himself to drift off into unconsciousness.

Scene .ii

The Canadian awoke in his bed. The sun was bright in his room. And it comforted him greatly. He felt safe in warm rays; despite how it stung his eyes from just waken from blissful darkness. He was content lying there, it was like he had not a care in the world. Then the events out of nightmare returned.

If he could he would've jumped upright out of his bed. But he discovered that he was too weak from the blood loss. It was only then that he realised that there were other people in the room. And one voice was addressing him.

"Mathieu! Dieu merci!"

It was Francis, with his exclamation everyone in the room began speaking to him, the collective voices were loud. And the Canadian's head pounded. With his eyes squinting open he saw his mother's face hovering over him.

"Mathieu! Mon bébé d'amour! Mon cœur! Mon âme ! Dieu merci que tu es sauf ! Dieu merci ! »

She threw herself on him and he supressed a groan. He didn't want to worry her any more than se already was, but she was immediately but gently pulled away by Arthur. "Mrs. Williams, Matthew is still very weak, we can't overexert him-"

But he was suddenly interrupted by a voice Matthew didn't recognize. "We need everyone out of the room right now."

"You have no right to order us around."

"If you've forgotten, we saved his life so maybe the feeling indebted should come to mind."

Alfred made a noise that definitely sounded displeased. But now Matthew's curiosity was riled up. That and the surprise of actually being alive brought him out fully from his daze. The Canadian's mind was fully alert, while his body was still physically drained, literally, dry of any strength.

Matthew heard a soft voice, but he couldn't even move his head to see the strangers.

"I don't like it any more than you do Alfred, but, we owe them our gratitude." Arthur's voice of reason cut through the tight atmosphere. "So I ask that we vacate the room." There was a shuffling sound and now Matthew was worried of how many people were in his room in the first place. He thought he recognised one of his father's co-worker's wife…The list seemed long.

At last the room was quiet after the people moved downstairs. The man from earlier spoke again.

"When I said everyone I meant everyone."

"We are Matthew's closest friends and relatives, I think it would be too much on your part to ask us to leave as well." Arthur interjected again. Alfred grunted his agreement. A familiar hand went over his own. He realised it was his mother's. Matthew looked to her and saw that his father stood behind her with his hand on her shoulder looking gravely down at Matthew. He caught his father's eye and tried to give him a reassuring smile. He kind of succeeded, but when he opened his mouth to speak it came out as an inaudible croak.

The soft voice spoke again. And this time Matthew heard the woman, but she was speaking in a different language with a sort of dread, he thought Russian.

"Fine, she says she doesn't mind."

Gilbert Beildsehmit glared at the weird collection of people. An Englishman, Canadians, an American and a Frenchman. Weirdest bunch he came across, normally it was him leading the strange packs. Katyusha actually said it would be best if only the closest people to the boy –Mattie was his name, right?–stayed in the room. But the Prussian never liked making things easy for people not as awesome as he.

His red eyes watched as Katyusha stood opposite to the boy's parents. She brought her right hand down onto his forehead; her left hand clenched the green beads. Gilbert saw mauve calculating eyes flicker towards her.

Her voice resonated around the room, it seemed to fill every space. Gilbert wasn't surprise to see everyone visibly relax. Her voice was bells on a calm winter day. Serene and strong. He was sure that no one else could see it, since they were all distracted by her voice. The beads glowed a pale light, barely visible in the sunlight.

He felt Natalia shift on her foot beside him. He sighed, she was anxious, but it was to be expected. But Gilbert took the sunny day as a good sign.

With him here everything will turn out just fine.

Natalia eyes couldn't seem to decide what to glare at, the window that led to the outside where he was, or the boy, the boy who would draw him back. And at the same time the boy drew her curiosity. From what Katyusha said, Ivan was drawn to him the same he was first drawn to Natalia. Did that mean they were similar in anyway? They looked completely different…

Feeling the familiar red eyes on her, she knew Gilbert was wondering the same. She couldn't help but send a cold glare his way. She knew she was being insulted by him on the inside by just looking at him. And she was right. Gilbert was thinking along the same lines as the Russian girl. From the family and friends description of the boy, he was as sweet as an angel, while Natalia was just a complete bitch. He mumbled to himself.

"I guess his taste improved…"

She elbowed him, her glare more violent than before. He glared back silently mouthing to her.

"What was that for?"

Natalia just turned her head away.

Katyusha stopped speaking, she removed her hand softly from Matthew's face, brushing away a stray strand out his eyes. She looked at the woman and man across her and spoke in her Slavic tongue.

"He will be alright." Gilbert translated. Michelle was so relieved that she threw herself on her son again. This time a smile was on Matthew's face. The Canadian felt a lot better. And all the men in the room let out the breath they were holding. Francis who was sitting on a chair by the window stood to his feet. He walked around the table and knelt in front of Katyusha.

"I am eternally grateful, mademoiselle. If there is anything this lowly man can do for an angel please do not hesitate to ask."

Katyusha's head automatically turned for a Translation. The Prussian shook his head. "Sorry too corny for me to even bother. Basically he owes you one."

She nodded at the Frenchman. But her eyes went back to the boy in the bed. Her blue eyes met his mauve coloured ones. She had to repress a sigh. Those colours, they reminded her too much of her _.

"Please inform him and his family that he needs his rest, spiritually he is safe but physically it will take him time to recover."

The Prussian nodded. "Ok, the kid needs sleep, so let him be." Everyone exchanged glances. All were reluctant to leave. Gilbert swore in German.

"Look, Braginski isn't coming anywhere near him, not while we're in the house. And anyways, let's just say he doesn't want to come out at this time of day."

Matthew's gut squeezed uncomfortably. His eyes went back to his mother; he saw the bags under hers and his father's eyes. He forced himself to speak.

"Ma', Père, reposez-vous, tout va bien."

He sent a quiet plea in his eyes to his father. And the man nodded, while his mother was ready to full on disagree with the statement that all was well when it was obviously a full blown lie. But Stephan cleared her out with a stern look, and she kept her mouth shut, but Matthew and Stephan both knew he would be getting it in their room, while she went to take a well deserved rest.

Matthew's raspy voice spoke. "Al…"

"I'm here Mattie." And Alfred was by his side, knowing exactly what his cousin asked for in that one sound. He help his cousin to sit up, Arthur was about to scold him when he saw that Matthew was trying his best to get into a sitting position.

Now the Canadian felt more comfortable. Especially since Al had the foresight to bring his needed glasses.

All eyes were on him and Matthew looked at everyone at respective turns. His eyes ended and stayed on the three strangers. He cleared his throat and suddenly Arthur pointed to the tea, on the bed side table. Al was sitting on the bed beside his cousin. Matthew was leaning on his form and the bed frame. The American with a grimace passed the tea to Matthew, helping him drink it.

Honestly Matthew was surprised everyone was so patient, it was rare that he was the center of attention in such a big group.

His eyes were sharp as he looked at the albino.

"When you mean this time of day, you mean it because Ivan Braginski is a vampire."

Katyusha looked surprised, but the albino shrugged. "If that's what you believe…"

"I believe it because it's the truth isn't it?"

And it was with those words that Gilbert really looked at the Canadian. He was exhausted but his eyes were alit with truth that he had to uncover the hard way, but he still wanted the reassurance that he wasn't alone, which is why Gilbert decided that Mattie was only 'almost awesome'.

"Yes."

Now Francis and Alfred woke up from their stupor. Alfred being the one to laugh without any trace of humour only disbelief, Francis seemed to follow his lead.

"Wait what about things that don't exist?"

"I will have to agree, we are dealing with a man, truly insane and evil, but a man nonetheless."

Arthur stood quietly in his corner, his grandfather's cane in his hand as his arms were crossed over his chest. He watched the three strangers with attentive eyes.

"Hey, I didn't ask if that's what you believed." The Prussian shrugged. His eyes returned to the Canadian. "What do you want to know?"

Alfred and Francis interrupted at the same time. "Mattie doesn't need to know anything about vampires-"

"Enough with the horror stories-"

Everyone in the room jumped at the sound of the cane slapping against Arthur's hand. His green eyes were alit with an unspoken fury.

"I want to know how to get rid of this vampire."

He started, his hard eyes were enough of a translation for Natalia and Katyusha.

"I want to know why he's here and why the in bloody hell would he be after Matthew in the first place. I want answers."

Gilbert looked away from the Englishman his eyes went back to the Canadian, making it obvious that it was his call. Matthew swallowed, he had never seen his childhood friend so mad for his sake. But he looked at the Prussian his meek nature seemed to have finally caught back up to him.

"Yeah. That."

O wow. That was quick. (I actually wrote it right after chapter 9 so yeah .) Somebody requested for a rated M scene. And I can't write porn for shite so I hope this scene was sufficient for all of your fangirl needs. (now I'm gonna go die in a corner from shame and lack of skillz) by the way that really was the most I had ever written I nearly died multiple times overs, and maybe MAYBE I could have gone all the way, but my inner pervert still frightens the hell out of me so yeah, STOPTHISTRAINWRECKIMEDIETLY!

So that was your Christmas present. 2000 ish words of RUSCAN ALMOST smut. 8D *shot*

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