A/N ok people places! Oh hi~ Well through my busy schedule I was able to manage to conduct chapter 7 ^w^ Hope you like the insanity of this story and Read On! Arthur get the fuck over there! Francis stop groping Matthew! God Gilbert how many times have I told you not to do that! *sigh*Well enjoy~

Chapter 7

Training Trials

What's happening? Just a moment ago Arthur was feeding…

What did you do to him?

I-I'm sorry!

Matthew!

My eyes open to see a dark room—nothing but black for miles.

"Is anyone here? Hello?" I yell out to the endless black void, but I only my echo responds. I look around and tears well in the pits of my tear ducts. I fall to the ground and grab my knees and pull to them to my chest. "A-Arthur? A-Alfred? This isn't funny… Where are you?"

Call out to him… Want him… Fight for him…

"Who is that?" I yell and look around.

Call out for him… Want him… Fight for him…

"Call out for him? Want him? Fight for him? What? I don't understand," I say as I think on who the hell is whispering these crazy things to me.

Call out for him… Want him… Fight for him…

"Call out to him… hmm… Arthur! Arthur!" I yell at the top of my lungs. Suddenly a sharp sting races through my brain, causing me to grab my head in pain.

Good… Now want him… More than anything…

"What? I don't get this. Who are you?" I ask through my clenched teeth as another shock shoots through my head—causing the feeling that it's being split open.

Maybe this will help…

Suddenly visions take over my sight.

Blood, bodies, and death… they all appear across the streets of London. Blood stains everything, bodies scatter everywhere and death is all that can be seen. I gag at the horrid vision and tried to close my eyes, but they wouldn't shut. Crows fly all around and begin to feast on the corpses that fill the streets—pecking and eating every gruesome morsel. I attempt to look away but my head is locked in place, making me watch the awful scene. Then I see a child run while holding a stuffed rabbit—both, which are covered in blood—while being chased by a speeding vampire, wings extended. My head moves on its own as the little boy gets trapped three other vampires, eyes red with lust. A vampire with silver hair grabs the boy's neck and lifts him up to the sky. He starts to laugh then takes his other hand and grabs the boy's soft blond locks.

In one swift motion, he twists the boy's neck—earning a gruesome snap—and throws the boy down violently, dead. The man looks at where I am and smiles, eyes glowing violet. I look at him in horror. He's the man who I saw on the streets… Ivan. He begins to walk where I'm sitting. I try to move but the attempts are futile because I can't move. The man gets closer and closer, laughing chaotically. I feel hot tears roll down my cheeks and fear and anxiety take over my body.

'Arthur where are you… I need you! Oh God I need you!' I think and close my eyes in fear.

Good… Now open your eyes… Fight for him…

I open my eyes to see the horrible scene fade but a new scene emerges. I blink and the panorama clears. My eyes open wide in fear. Arthur is covered in wounds and blood is gushing everywhere. He looks up at me, opens one of his eyes, and smirks.

"Nice of you to join the party…" Arthur coughs out, blood splattering blood onto the brick street in front of him.

"Oh my God, Arthur!" I scream out and run to his side. I grab his head in my arms as he wraps his torn up wing around me. He leans his head into my arms and closes his eyes. "What happened?" I ask loudly while shaking his head a bit to wake him up.

"Ivan happened… and to speak of the devil, there he is now…" Arthur says as he chuckles, not opening his eyes. I look up to see Ivan loom over us. I glare at him as he smiles back.

Then I feel a feeling I've never felt before…that burning hatred feeling that bubbles and toils in your gut. I snarl and glare at Ivan. Ivan opens his violet eyes and then glares at me. I rest Arthur's head against the wall again and stand up, looking up at Ivan.

Release the hatred that you feel… Channel it into you left arm…

I look at my left arm and look back at Ivan. I close my eyes and breathe in and out deeply. Suddenly my eyes shoot open and change from there calming purple to a shocking violet, glowing darkly. The star and letters on my arm grow a similar color and I feel a warm burning sensation in my arm. My fingernails grow and sharpen at this transformation. I raise my arm toward Ivan and see a bright purple flame surround my hand. I scowl at Ivan's glare that tries to hide his shocked expression. I lunge at Ivan and rake my claws across Ivan's chest, earning a glorious painful gasp from him.

Ivan falls at my feet, clearly not dead, shaking madly. I scowl at the pitiful figure that rest at my feet and turn to Arthur. I gasp to see that he is gone. I look back at where Ivan was to see him gone also. Then a shock shoots through my brain again and I fall to the ground holding my head in pain.

Good… Now you have opened up you inner sense of being… Now your training begins

'Oh god Matthew… Your blood taste so good…' I think to myself as I sink my fangs deeper into the shaking boy underneath me. 'His blood taste so sweet…' I think as his grip loosens on my vest. I open my eyes and gasp. 'I can feel him breathing anymore!' I pull my fangs out of Matthew—causing blood to gush out—and lick his neck, causing the two holes to stitch themselves back together. I look at Matthew to see his eyes closed and face pale. I quickly put my mouth on his mouth and plug his nose—breathing into him. After two breaths I press my hands into his chest, trying to get the blood through his body faster. Then I press my mouth to his again and again. Finally I place my ear on his chest to my relief that his heart is beating and his soft breathing.

"Hey Artie I heard a little bit of pounding and was wondering- What the fuck!" Alfred yells as he opens the wooden door. I look at him and blush more than I wish in front of him.

"It's not what you think!" I yell at him scowling.

"Dude if your going to fuck the new guy ~mutter mutter~ put a fucking sock on the doorknob! Warn a guy before I walk in!" Alfred screams, totally thinking the completely wrong idea.

"You twat! That's not it! Why would I shag Matthew? But not the point…" I say looking away from Alfred's gaze.

"Whoa, fuck dude… is that… blood on you fangs?" Alfred asks the gets the picture and his ears fold back, tail bristles, and snarls, "You feed off of him didn't you? You fucking bastard!" Alfred barks angrily. "You fucking killed my master!" I see a small tear fall down Alfred's sharp cheekbone and onto the floor.

"What do you mean your master?" I ask then pull the pieces together. "You fucking imprinted on him didn't you?" I growl and dismount Matthew—pulling his unconscious body into my lap.

Alfred looks away from me and give me the middle finger, "Ya, I did and you fucking killed him… British limey." I can hear him hic-cup and see his body shake in grief.

"Well I hate to brake your touchy sad moment but Matthew isn't dead," I say as I think of the fucking coincidence that Alfred has fallen in love with Matthew too.

Alfred blots around and races to side of the bed. He looks at Matthew and puts his finger over his artery where I bit him, sighing happily. "Don't ever fucking pull this shit again old man, you hear me?" Alfred yells at me as he creases Matthew's flawless face that seems to be having its color return.

"He's the one who let me! He even said he owed me that much to let me and he trusted me!" I yell in my own defense.

"Ya he trusted you… But you nearly killed him," Alfred scoffs at me as he kneels down to put his forehead on Matthew's.

I stutter out a few scoffs myself but I can't think of anything to argue with that. I scowl at him, and then sigh sadly. "I know… I'm sorry… from now on I will protect Matthew with my life… I owe him that much."

Alfred glares at me then stands up, "You better fucking protect him. He's suppose to save this world and you nearly killed him. Arthur, he's not like your last play toy. He needs to save the world and what Kiku has told me, you need him." Alfred walks to the door and opens it, "Plus you're not alone on this… You also have me and the clan to look after him," and Alfred closes the door, leaving me with the heavy words he had just laid on me.

"I-I know he's suppose to save the world and defeat the Night Children… I know this but…" I stop and look at Matthew again, who looks so young when sleeping. I shake him a bit and call him, "Matthew… Matthew, wake up."

No response.

"Matthew… He shouldn't be unconscious for this long. Matthew," I whisper and shake him a bit more. Still no response.

"Oh God…" I whisper softly in dread.

"Arthur, may I enter?" a soft voice calls from the other side of the wood door.

"Yes, Kiku… I wanted to see you anyways," I mutter softly and turn my head to my door. Kiku slowly enters and bows politely upon entering.

"I know. I courd hear your thoughts. My aporogies," Kiku says and nervously smiles.

"No, couldn't have picked a better time," I say shaking my head. "It's Matthew, I was feeding off of him and I think I may have made him slip into a coma," I say nervously.

"Oh that is horribre!" Kiku says and rushes over to the bedside. He examines Matthew a bit—most likely looking for abnormal brain waves. He looks at me and smiles.

"No, Arthur, he is not in a coma. He's just experiencing his exorcist training triars is arr. Arr exorcist go through them and are triggered by extreme circumstances, such as ross of brood."

"So when will these trials end? When will he wake up?" I ask worriedly.

"I don't know. There never for certain to when they'rr come out but to Matthew-kun's situation as being the Heavenly Exorcist he may be out for one to two weeks," Kiku says as he looks at me with a concern look.

"One week?" I yell and glance at Matthew.

"Yes, but that's if he passes," Kiku explains in a serious tone, "He courd die in his own self-conscious, but I'rr herp him through it, don't worry," Kiku says and smiles.

"What can I do for him? Won't he die of starvation or thirst?"

"You wirr feed him," Kiku says simply.

"How?"

"You wirr have to pre-chew it and feed it to him through your mouth, same with water," Kiku clarifies.

"Oh… Ok," I say and blush. This was going to be a long week… I look at Matthew, 'Matthew… Make it through the trials… I know you can… Make it back to me safely…'

A/N Ok! Finished! Take a brake guys! Thank you for reading and hope you look forward to the next chapter! Thank you to all the wonderful reviews and I hope you all keep reviewing!~ Oh and if you see a lot of spelling mistakes when Kiku is taking, it's his dialect. He changes all L's to R's. And thank you people who say my story isn't like Twilight! I try so hard not to make it like that and I had A LOT of reviews say 'I hope this doesn't turn out like Twilight' or 'Don't make it like Twilight'. Oh and reminder~ I will have a poll for this story up soon on what for Arthur's power to be so stay on the alert for when I do post it!

Thank you!

Mattie~