I apologize for the OOC in this chapter. But again, my story so back off. I do also sorta think I jumped ahead a tad, but I had no idea what else to write for this. I'm doing my best here, guys. Also, I don't care what you think about the slayers. You have no idea how long it took me to pick who it was. (*is planning a sequel sorta*)

Enjoy~

Everything was cold.

Feliciano opened his eyes to a dimly light room. He was glad that there wasn't much light because any light would have made his headache ten times worse. He tried to move, but found that his hands were shackled above him no doubt to a wall. The vampire found his feet cuffed as well.

"Aw shit. They are slayers.." Feliciano groaned to himself. This was the very last thing he needed to be dealing with right now. The Italian tried to move but found them restrained as well. In fact, they were restrained painfully. He looked and saw what looked like fishing hooks attached to the inside soft fleshy part of his wing. Thin, but very strong, wire ran from the fishing hooks and down to two metal loops on the floor. (Feliciano thought they looked like doorknobs.)

Whoever these people were, they meant serious business. Gilbert hadn't even thought of restraining him this much. There was a cackle and the boy became instantly terrified. A girl walked out of the shadows. She had long blonde hair and wore a blue dress. In her hair was a large white bow.

The girl walked over to him and crouched in front of him. In her hand was a knife that was covered in dead man's blood. Feliciano tried to scoot backwards away from her, but his restraints kept him locked firmly in place. What did they want from him? What did he do? The girl began to laugh.

"Looks like the little vampire's awake. FRANCIS!"

Following her was a man who also had longish blond hair. He was dressed a bit more nicely than she was and he seemed unarmed. He crouched down in front of the terrified vampire.

"My name is Francis. This is Natalia. We're slayers~"

"V-Ve, I think I already figured that out..."

"I think you've already met my best friend, Gilbert." Francis said with a smile.

"Gilbert called you? Ve, that traitor!" Feliciano shouted. The Frenchman chuckled as if he had just heard a little kid say something cute.

"No my dear, Gilbert didn't call me. I heard about his problem with the vampire clan and I decided to help out. Natalia then heard me talking to Antonio about it and came along." He pointed at the girl next to him. The Belarussian was quietly giggling to herself while she twirled the knife.

"V-Ve, b-but I'm Gilbert's friend! H-He promised not to hunt me!"

"Oh? Why not?"

"B-Because of L-Ludwig...I-I chose him."

Francis and Natalia just looked at each other with surprised faces. No doubt they were thinking the same thing. Why would a vampire choose a human as his lover? Natalia turned back to the vampire and cut into his skin on his forehead with the knife.

Feliciano shouted in pain as the dead man's blood burned him like hot coals.

"WHAT DID I DO?" He shouted, tears leaking from his eyes. They stripped him off his shirt and began to cut on his chest and stomach.

"WHAT DID I EVER DO?" He shouted again and again. The cold blood from the knife and his blood mixed together and oozed down his stomach. Hot bitter tears ran down his pale cheeks. Why was he being tortured liked this? Feliciano hadn't ever done anything to them! Actually, he had.

The little vampire had tricked innocent girls into loving him. When they loved him, they trusted him and followed him. When they followd him, they never came back. Before Ludwig, that was how Feliciano found his food. He'd drink them dry and leave them for the mice.

He didn't stop his tears as they left his eyes. Feliciano's cries when from begging for mercy to cries of pain and that he deserved this. His head was getting lighter and lighter as they cut into his skin. Finally, the slayers backed off.

"V-Ve?" Feliciano questioned as he looked up at them.

"We're not killing you. We're torturing you." Natalia said coldy. He then understood. You can't torture someone if they're dead. The slayers left and Feli looked over himself. He couldn't even count the number of cuts that lined his skin. His blood ran down off him and pooled on the cold floor.

Already, he could feel his body growing weak. Not just from the dead man's blood, from the loss of his own blood. Vampires did need their blood to exist. Sure it didn't flow through the body, but he needed his blood to survive. Ever wonder why a vampire drinks blood? Their blood sat at boiling tempertures inside their veins.

Because of that, their blood would evaporate and the gas would through their skin. Drinking more blood from humans replenished their blood and helped cool it down. Here Feliciano sat, chained up and bleeding. He had no way to replenish his loss of blood. If someone didn't help him soon, he would surely die.

Feliciano had no idea what to do right now. So he decided to try something. One of the cuts was on his shoulder and he was able to turn his head and reach the cut. He gingerly reached his tounge out and began to drink his own blood. Perhaps it wouldn't replenish his supply, but it would at least keep some amount of blood cycling through his body.

Ludwig..oh dio please find me. I can't keep myself existing for long. Please help me. Please...

His eyes fluttered close as he gave into the lightheaded pain.

The car ride was silent.

Elizaveta continued to glare at Gilbert who tried to shrink down in his seat. Finally, Ludwig growled and turned around to the backseat.

"Look, my bruder didn't call them! Just be glad he does know where they took him! You're not the only one who's angry, alright? I might seem calm but on the inside I'm mentally freaking out! Vampire slayers took the love of my life und are probably torturing him! If you keep blaming him for this, we're going to be no closer to saving Feli!"

He turned around and crossed his arms over his chest. Gilbert and Elizaveta stared back at him with their mouths opened. They were not prepared for him to just suddenly blow up like that. The hunter didn't want to speak to any of them. Not now or ever.

They returned to the uneasy silence that was only broken when Gilbert gave Lovino the next direction to getting there. Ludwig began to let his mind wander as they drove. It would have been better if he didn't, but he couldn't help himself.

Would Feliciano be there? Was the entire thing a trap? If he was there, would he be alive? Would he find the vampire dead on the cold floor? He could not stop his overwhelming fear. Feliciano had quickly become the most important thing in his life. If the little vampire was hurt, Ludwig was hurt as well. It was like they were mentally one person.

"Go left!" Gilbert shouted suddenly. Lovino turned and the car jerked to the side. Ludwig saw that they were on a backroad that didn't have many houses. Gilbert's red eyes scanned over what houses were there and suddenly he pointed at one.

"There! That's Francis's house!" Lovino pulled the car into the drive way and they all unbuckled.

"Wait!" They all turned their attention to the vampire slayer in the back. "Francis is also a slayer, only he doesn't hold back. He can be a killer and a lover at the same time."

Elizaveta nodded and climbed out of the car. The rest of them followed. They stood in the driveway staring at the house before them. If they didn't do this correctly, they could easily doom the trapped vampire inside. Gilbert, knowing the house, lead them around back and to the basement entry.

With some effort, they opened the entrance and climbed down the stairs. It was cold and dark but Ludwig could smell blood. Feliciano was around here. The blood that he smelled was not human. It smelled slightly rotten as if it had been left to sit for days, but it was boiling.

Ludwig headed deeper into the basement with the others following close behind. Near the back was a door that lead to another room. The hunter opened the door and looked inside. The sight made him want to throw up. There was a small table that had a knife and a container of dead man's blood in it.

Restrained to the wall was Feliciano. There were cuts all over him. Different colored blood ran down his skin and to the ground. They had been torturing him after all. Elizaveta pushed passed him and crouched in front of the Italian.

"Feliciano! Feli! Please wake up! We're here to save you!" But he didn't wake up. There was too much of the poisonous substance in his system. From somewhere in the room there was laughter. A girl stepped out from the darkness. Ludwig had met this girl before. It was Natalia.

"Why would you save a monster like this?" She asked.

"He's not a monster! He's a human being!" Lovino shouted from where he stood.

"Not anymore, I'm afraid." He looked behind him to find Francis walking in. Gilbert refused to look at the man that he had once called his friend. Elizaveta retreated from the boy's side and found herself Gilbert's arms. She too was afraid. Natalia walked over so that she was standing next to Feliciano. In her hand was a clean knife.

"He may seem harmless, but he's not. Just watch." She cut into the palm of her hand and let herself bleed.

A drop fell onto the vampire's head.

Urgh..I feel like shit...Ve? What's the smell? It..It smells so good...I'm so hungry...I...

Feliciano lost control. His face screwed up into a snarl and his fangs stuck out from under his top lip. He thrashed around in his restraints as he tried to attack whatever was in front of him. He heard someone gasp and the shuffling of feet. His eyes were open, but he only saw the ceiling.

Wet drops of something splashed onto his head. It only made him go crazier.

"See?" A voice said. "He's nothing but a monster."

"That's only because he hasn't eaten a real meal in days! He's starving and you've been torturing him!" Feliciano knew that voice, but the scent of blood was driving him mad. He needed it so badly. The vampire could feel the inching desire to dig his fangs into soft flesh and feed.

There were people in this room. If he could free himself of his restraints...no. He couldn't drink human blood. Ludwig had told him not to. Yet he was so weak and the desire was overwhelming. Feliciano tried to move his wings, but the hooks dug deeper into them. Finally he let out a shout and pulled his wings up with a swift jerk.

A loud ripping sound echoed through the room as the hooks tore the skin and finally fell out. He could feel his blood dripping from the ripped skin. Well, there was no way he was flying away from this one. He stretched out his right wing and it hit someone. They fell and he turned his head in that direction.

By now, his lust for blood was so strong that he couldn't even see people. They were just moving shadows of color. One of the shadows moved towards him shouting his name. He snarled and snapped at it. The shadow backed away from as if emotionally hurt.

"Why..why is he like this?"

"He hasn't drank a full meal in days. Only pints. Imagine not eating for days, then eating one granola bar and going another couple of days without eating. Even if you keep eating that one granola bar every few days, you'll still die of starvation eventually. That or you'll drive yourself mad for food."

"This is all mein fault."

"Bruder no!"

The shadows got closer to him and crouched in front of him. "The least I can do is give him mein blood."

"He'll kill you! Feli'll drink you dry!"

The shadow of color began to come into focus as it got closer. It wasn't just some random person. It was Ludwig. The hunter wrapped his arms around the vampire and kissed his cheek.

"Go ahead Liebe. You need it more than I do."

The Italian struggled against him. He was no longer fighting for his release. He was fighting his desire to drink Ludwig dry. Feliciano loved this man and he would never harm him. Even if he tasted so sweet like candy, he would never ever end his life.

"N-No!" Using his now freed wings, he pushed the hunter away. Someone grabbed his wings and was pulled towards him when he folded them back against his spine. The scent told him that this shadow of color was a girl. Her blonde hair fell over his shoulders and in her face. It was Natalia.

Without hesitating, he sunk his fangs into her neck. The girl screamed but he drank. This was all her fault. Soon she grew quiet and became another empty corpse. Feliciano blinked a couple of times and found that everything was coming into focus now. The blobs of color turned out to be a rescue party made up of Ludwig, Lovino, Gilbert, and Elizaveta.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized what he had just done. Elizaveta crouched down next to him and began to unlock his chains. (During his time of madness, Gilbert managed to get the key from Francis) The boy was now openly crying. Once his hands were free, he hugged the girl.

Elizaveta rubbed his back and shushed him. "It's all going to be fine, Feli. We're here."

Natalia was right. I am just a monster.