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Chapter 1: The Horror of Our Love

Alfred's head was pounding when he woke up. What happened? He hadn't been drinking last night, right? He slowly sat up, noting that he was definitely not in his own bed, and observed the room that he was in. It was a fairly large room, with deep red walls and wooden flooring. The bed he was sitting in was large and luxurious, with satin sheets and a red and brown comforter, and well as many pillows. Next to the bed was a small bedside table with nothing on it but a broken clock. There was a door to his right, but other than that, the rest of the room was empty. Okay, so no help there... Alfred thought. He had been hoping something in the room would remind him what happened last night. Let's see... He was at the football game with Gilbert and Matthias (He couldn't quite remember who won... Maybe he'd come up with it later), and then he walked home... Oh, that's right! Someone's car broke down and Alfred was helping them like a hero, and then... Everything went black. What had happened? Did he pass out? Did that guy knock him out?

"Good, you're awake." Alfred looked to the door to see the man from last night come in. This was his house, then?

"What am I doing here? And who are you?" Alfred asked, swinging his legs to the side of the bed and standing up to his full height.

"My name is Arthur Kirkland, and I never said you could stand up." The man, Arthur, said, moving to Alfred so quickly that he couldn't see it and pushing him back onto the bed with surprising strength. "As for why I brought you here..." He smiled cruelly, showing two long fangs, sharp as needles protruding from his mouth, "I've been watching you for a while, Alfred Jones. I'm going to keep you for myself."

He closed in, then lowered himself so his mouth was hovering over Alfred's neck. Before Alfred had time to protest Arthur had sunk his fangs into Alfred's vein, allowing the warm blood to flow into his mouth for a bit before sucking. The pain was excruciating. Alfred pulled at the others clothes, hair, skin, anything to make him let go. But his movements quickly got slower and weaker as more of his blood was consumed. When Arthur finally pulled away Alfred could do little more than stare as the man bit into his own wrist and placed into over his lips. "Drink." He commanded.

Alfred obeyed without a second thought, drinking the blood dripping from the other's wrist greedily. It was the best thing he had ever tasted. Bitter, yet sickly sweet and thick... Arthur pulled it away far too soon for his liking, and he almost thought to pull it back, but was stopped by Arthur's hand on his shoulder.

"I know what you're thinking. If I gave you anymore I would die. You've got quite the appetite, Alfred F. Jones. Now stay still, this next part will hurt." As if on cue, a wave of pain passed through Alfred's body, causing him to hiss. His entire body was in pain as every cell in his body was rewritten. His canines elongated into fangs, his nails became longer and sharper, almost like claws, his eyes flashed a dangerous shade of red. A scream ripped through the air that he didn't realize was his. This went on for what seemed like days before finally stopping. Alfred went limp in Arthur's grip, which had gotten much tighter at some point, his eyes fading back to their regular sky blue before slipping closed.

Matthew was worried. Alfred hadn't come home last night. It wasn't unusual for him to come home late, he was 21, of course he went to parties and such, but this was different. He was only going to a football game. There was no way it was that late. And even then, Alfred, Gilbert, or Matthias would have called him. It was 2:30 in the afternoon, for maple's sake! There was no way he wouldn't have called him if he wasn't coming back that night. Something was definitely up. He pulled out his cellphone, quickly dialing Gilbert's number to see if he could help.

"Hallo?"

"Gilbert, it's Matthew. Alfred didn't come home last night." Matthew said quickly, hoping that Gilbert could give him some answers.

"He didn't?" Judging by the German's (self proclaimed Prussian's) confused tone, he didn't know anything either.

"No. I was hoping you would know something, but I guess not. What should I do?" He asked, even more anxious than before. It was too early to file a missing persons report, but something was definitely wrong!

"Just calm down, okay? I'll ask around to see if anyone knows where he is. If he's not home by tomorrow, though, you should call the police." Gilbert answered, clearly trying to keep Matthew calm despite the worry creeping into his own voice.

"R-Right... Thank you, Gilbert. I'll call Matthias to see if he knows." Matthew finished, hanging up and dialing Matthias.

Meanwhile, Gilbert quickly dialed another number into his phone. "Hey, Francis? I need you to get Antonio and meet me at my place as soon as you can, alright? Yeah, it's about that. Good to hear. See you there."

6 reviews already? You guys rock! I wasn't expecting this to be so well received! You really motivated me to write this quickly! Anyway, I was trying to make this really long to make up for the first chapter being so short, but I really wanted to get this up today, so I guess I'll just work on getting it updated quickly. ^^ Thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, followed, or favorited the last chapter. I hope this meets all your expectations!