Yo all,

Sorry for the delay, but I've finally gotten settled in my dorm, and things are going smoothly, not as much homework as I was expecting, so I should have more time to write (assuming I don't do something unexpected like get a boyfriend- or girlfriend, I'm past caring at this point and I kind of just want love)

Okay, one of my friends gave me a water color of England as a present (I moved really far from home), and I love it and all, but he's sitting above my desk glaring at me… it's like he knows or something. I'm very uncomfortable right now.

Also ALL of the shipping in this chapter by the way…. Well, almost ALL of the shipping (one more main shipping to mention, and that'll be next chapter) and fan service!

There shall be major fan service in the chapter!


We did start the fire
No, it's been burning since the world's been turning!
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it
But we'll try to fight it

Alfred walked down the side walk of a busy LA shopping center. To be honest he kind of regretted moving to California. I mean the weather was nice and all, but now he was so far away from everyone- not that living in New York put him very close to anyone, California just felt like a different world completely (he could at least count his blessings that he wasn't still enlisted and forced to live places like Killeen, Texas or Columbus, Georgia).

((A/N: there is absolutely nothing wrong with either Killeen or Columbus, I used to live in Killeen, and I have several friends and relatives in Special Forces training in Columbus at the moment, both are nice places, but they're small and don't have just a ton going on (unless watching drunk frat boys getting absolutely murdered is your kind of thing, in which case we'd get along famously).))

He stopped just outside of an antique looking building. It gave off a very threatening air, and everyone else seemed to hurry past, as if some sort of monster would bust down the door and chase them down the street… they weren't completely stupid for thinking that. Alfred supposed it was easy to see vampires as monsters, after all a lot of people's definition of a monster was something that killed people and vampires would most defiantly fall into that category- though was it really his fault that he had to consume human blood to live? And it really wasn't like he just went around manicuring people for the hell of it!

He only killed when he was hungry, just like the law of the wild states.

Humans are such unnatural creatures.

Alfred ascended the steps of the building. He could practically feel the weird looks of the wary pedestrians- they must have thought he was so cool! The guy who's brave enough to go into the creepy house on the end of 6th avenue, yep, that was him.

Hell yeah!

He pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by the thick smell of some sort of smoked herd; the air was heavy with the stuff, swilling around lazily like a board specter trying to think of a purpose.

A board looking girl behind the counter with straight brown hair was stunned by the sudden sound of the doorbell, her head immediately wiped around to spot the stranger in the door way.

"What can I help you with sir?" she asked with the kind of fake kindness you would expect from a receptionist.

"I need to speak with the seer, if you don't mind." Alfred replied as kindly as possible.

"Of course." The girl replied she motioned to the door just to her right. "I'm sure he's been expecting you."

Alfred nodded a thank you, and pushed past the red curtains into the small tea room in the back. At the far side end of the room, behind a large black table sat a small Japanese man with dark eyes that reflected an impassive stare that seemed to go for thousands of miles, her cradled a long thin pipe between his fingers as he took a long slow drag.

"Alfred." He said as he exhaled the smoke. "I was expecting you sooner. You'll do anything for her- you'd do anything for any of your siblings, it seems."

Alfred smiled and blushed a bit as he took his seat on the opposite side of the table.

"But you shouldn't have come." The Japanese man replied taking another drag of his pipe. "You've brought us both to the gate of death"

"Wha-" before Alfred could even get the T out of his mouth bullets ripped through the door from which he had just come.

Acting on instinct Alfred lunged at the small Japanese man and tried to shield him as best he could with his own body, the bullets stung on impact, but none of them broke the skin- their attackers obviously weren't using holy silver, the only substance that could break a vampires skin.

"I need options, how are we getting out of here?" Alfred yelled over the hail of bullets.

"There's no way out, we'll die here." The Japanese man replied. "I've already seen it"

"I'm not going out without a fight, is there another way out or not?" Alfred yelled. The Japanese man looked to the back door, and Alfred saw were there was a large black door that had been concealed behind the traditional paper screen.

Alfred let out a sigh, mentally preparing himself, he could feel his attacker drawing closer until he felt the searing hot mental of a gun barrel pressed to his temple.

He looked up to see an Asian girl, with long straight hair and a creepy grin, holding a hunting knife that was about half as long as she was. "Well." She replied, in an unmistakable southern accent, "This went exactly as planned Mr. Honda." She nodded to the Japanese man, who was cradling his head in his hands, with his eyes screwed shut. "Hmm… shame. He's going through withdraw, he won't be able to witness our fun!" she took the gun from Alfred's forehead and pointed it at his companion. "Well, if he can't bear witness to your death, he'll just have to bear witness to y-" Alfred, kicked the gun out of her hand, and jumped up off the floor with Mr. Honda tucked under his arm, he crashed through the large black door (not wanting to take the chance that it might be locked), that lead to the ally way behind the store.

Then he ran, he ran until he was absolutely 110% positive he had lost that crazy ass woman. He set the small Japanese man down. He seemed to be unconscious, but not hurt. Alfred rested his hands on his knees and panted, trying to regain a steady heartbeat.

"That was impossible." The Japanese man replied eyes barley more than slights, something seemed different about his voice it was more genuine and present than it had in the tea room. "I saw, she was supposed to kill us." He held his head and screwed his eyes shut in pain.

"Don't speak!" Alfred replied, lifting him bridal style, "Come on, let's get you home."


The bell above the door rang dully as the door was pushed open, a tall boy with shoulder length blond hair pulled into a pony tail stood nervously in the door way, the methodical buzz of a tattoo gun sends a cold sweat down his neck as he looks around in confusion. He shoves his hands in to the pockets of his acid washed jeans as he stands awkwardly in the middle of the lobby waiting for some sign to tell him he's in the right place.

A short woman with long wavy hair and sweat green eyes walked in from the back room, her arms were covered in possibly the most beautiful sleeve tattoos anyone had ever seen. She saw the boy. Sensing his nervousness, she graced him with a smile.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice masked by a thick Hungarian accent.

"I-uh-w-well…" he stuttered rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm looking for-" his train of thought was broken by the sound of footsteps on the rickety stairs

"Liz, I'm going to the…" Miranda stopped mid step and sentence when see caught sight of the tall blond boy. "You." She said her eyes wide, the vinyl grocery bags she was caring hit the floor.

The blond boy gave a lopsided smile. "Me." He replied. His voice carried a hint of something hopeful, hope that was demolished when her fist collides with his sternum. She's still as fast-still as strong- as the last time he saw her- the last time they fought- he had expected her to have slipped up at least a little bit. He stumbled; his back hit the corner of the door.

"Why are you here?" Miranda shrieked she seized the front of his shirt and pulled back for another punch, this one destine to hit him dead in the noise, the boy's blue eyes shown bright with fear, but he made no move to stop her.

Suddenly, she stopped, millimeters away from her target. The boy opened his eyes to see Liz had pulled out a skinny wooden baton, better known as a magic wand.

"That's enough, Miranda," She said in a low tone.

"Yes, Ma'am." Miranda growled her silver and gold eyes were locked on the boys pail face.

When she was granted movement again she turned around and grabbed the grocery bags, then stormed out of the small tattoo parlor, making her way to the run down Albertson's just down the street as quickly as she could.

She stopped when she heard footsteps. "Go away, Louis!" She said, her voice dripping with acid and hate.

"Cut the crap, honey, if you were really still mad at me -after all these years- then you would have stabbed me!" Louis snorted, he had his hand in her deep pockets before she could even blink and retrieved the roughly 6 inch long hunting knife. "A gift from your little slayer friend, I take it?" he asked running the sharp blade over his index finger, he watched in mild amusement as a thin line of crimson ran into his palm.

"Why are you here?" Miranda hissed snatching her knife back and shoving it back into her pocket. "I can take care of myself!"

"I know." Louis replied. "Maybe I'm a little worried about myself."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Miranda hissed. "Last time I check, you had everyone rapped around your finger. No one would dare hurt you. You're too cute, or charming, or whatever you want them to believe- because everyone believes anything you say!"

"You don't." He replied.

"Because I'm genetically predisposed to resist you're Jack Ass 'Prince Charming' routine!" Miranda hissed.

"It's unbecoming of a young woman to speak in such a matter~" Louis replied in a singsong tone. "There's no wonder your single if you treat every man like you treat me!"

"How did this suddenly become about me?" Miranda replied, by that time they had reached the Kroger. She grabbed a cart and began to seek out the items on her grocery list. "Answer my question, what are you scared of?"

"I talked to my mother…" Louis replied.

"Dear lord, what did that crazy fuck tell you?" Miranda said her shoulders dropping slightly.

Louis ignored her rude comment about his mother, because really she wasn't wrong. Bianca Bonnefoy's first experience in the real human world was that of the French Revolution, and over the years she had just come to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and witnessed the very lowest points in humanity's sanity. She had lost faith in humans and over the years went through the motions of stirring up trouble herself. Of course Miranda had only met her once, and they hadn't spoken more than two words to each other, but it was fairly easy to diagnose someone as bat-shit-crazy when they do things like try to stab you in the eye with a fork.

"She told me that it was quite possible that someone might be trying to hurt Grandpapa or Arthur by trying to kill you, but if that was the case I'm sure they would just as easily settle for me, Alfred, or Mathew" Louis replied.

"That doesn't seem like something she would say," Miranda replied grabbing a box of pasta off of one of the shelves.

"Replace the word 'you' with 'filthy she beast'." Louis sighed.

"Ah, now that sounds plausible." Miranda replied adding a box of whole grain pasta to her cart "but I don't really recall Francis and Arthur having that many enemies, why would anyone want to hurt them"

"Shits and giggles." Louis replied. "Vampires occasionally get bored and wreak havoc just for the show."

"It is a fucked up world in which we live." Miranda replied. "So you're here because you're scared and want to hide behind me?"

"No, I'm here because I'm scared, and you were closest." Louis retorted.

"Sure!" Miranda snorted before going back to her shopping.

After a short while her body went rigged and she slowly turned back to face Louis "Mathew's alone!" Miranda suddenly stated. The realization had hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Hm?" Louis replied not quite fallowing her train of thought.

"Last time I talked to him, Mathew was doing some sort of nature conservation research up in Saskatchewan, he's by himself in a cabin in the middle of the woods with a bunch of polar bears or some shit! He's alone, Louis, if something happened there would be no one to save him!"

"What are we going on some sort of road trip now?" Louis replied as he watched Miranda tap on her shitty flip phone and hold it to her ear. "Where are we going to get the gas money to drive to Canada?"

"God dammit, he's not answering!" Miranda yelled. "-Oh, I know!" she began to dial another number. "Yes, hello Gilbert?"

"WHAT!" Louis yelled attracting the attention of everyone in the store. "You're not sending that MONSTER to look after our brother!"


Fridays were hard for a vampire. Arthur particularly hated them more than any other day of the week, because everyone was always out in full force crowding the streets and the clubs, making it hard to get a decent meal cornered in a deserted alley way- because there were no deserted alley ways on Fridays! There was always some dirty pervert getting his money's worth with a hooker, or a drunken couple who couldn't resist each other long enough to get home.

Arthur slumped against the door, as he shoved his key in the lock. He was in particularly deep shit tonight. His mark had gotten away from him, after she realized what was going on. The issues wasn't with being found out, after several hundred years, humans weren't really ready to believe in the occult anymore, she would be laughed off, and she might get a headline in some trashy tabloid, but Arthur was safe.

His issue was with the fact that the bitch had bleed all over him! I mean she completely ruined his new shirt- well, it was really his fault, he knew hunting was a messy business, and he shouldn't have taken anything that he wasn't willing to lose, but still.

Arthur pushed the door open with a loud sigh, ready to retire for the night- he wanted to save his energy since he didn't feed he felt rather light headed, and he was not exactly in the best mood for his second option (With any luck Francis would already be asleep, so he wouldn't have to deal with him tonight).

Arthur slipped off his shirt and dropped it in the trashcan, and ran his tong along his chin, trying to get the last of that bitch's blood off of him.

"Hmm… rotten luck tonight I see?" Francis purred in his ear. Arthur would have jumped but he was far too used to this kind of thing to bother anymore.

"Oh, hush!" Arthur replied coyly "I just had a bit of a fight, that's all!" but the roar of his stomach betrayed him.

"Don't play games!" Francis murmured into Arthur's neck sending an electric sensation down his spine. "We finished with that hundreds of years ago." He raped his arms around Arthur's thin bare waist. "If you didn't get a proper meal you know what needs to be done"

Arthur groaned, leaning his head back as Francis ran his lips along his neck "Do we have to? I'm sure I can skip one meal, I'll make up for it tomorrow."

"Non." Francis replied. "You'll regret that in the morning, trust me."

Sometimes Arthur hated being a vampire.

Francis spun him around, and connected their lips in a dead passionate kiss, pressing Arthur against the wall.

It always amazed Arthur how his heart always leapt every time they kissed that way, even after all these years.

They finally broke apart for air, chests heaving, faces flushed. Francis reached up and grabbed Arthur's crotch causing him to gasp and through his head back. "Have you changed your mind yet?" Francis purred, squeezing a bit harder.

Arthur nodded weakly letting a soft whimper escape his lips.

"Shall we go someplace more comfortable?" Francis asked, pressing his lips against Arthur's throat.

Before Arthur even knew what happened he was lying naked on their bed, moaning softly and arching his back, as his husband pressed his lips against sensitive skin. They had reached a very comfortable point in their relationship, one that was nearly impossible to achieve in a mortal life time. After such a long time there was no more need for guess work or hesitation, no need to ask questions they already knew.

"A-Ah!" Arthur tilted his head back and moaned loudly as Francis slowly pushed inside him, hitting his prostate dead on. He squirmed and curled is toes, and arched his back, not quite able to find the words to beg Francis to move, while his lover loomed above him, more than slightly amused by how hot and bothered Arthur was getting form just this little bit of contact.

Finally Francis took (some) pity on his poor partner, and started to move at an agonizingly slow pace- as teasing Arthur was just too amusing.

"G-God!" Arthur moaned throwing his head back. "Please!"

And with that, Francis lost every ounce of self-control he had, and began pounding into Arthur at an inhuman speed, causing Arthur to literally scream in pleasure- frankly they were a little surprised no one called the police.

Arthur gasped, throat raw as he came, dragging his nails down Francis's back before collapsing back on the bed exhausted. Francis soon followed. They laid there for several moments not saying anything, Arthur idly playing with Francis's hair as they drifted off to sleep.

However, sleep wouldn't be coming to them that night.


So, how does everyone feel about a little AmeriPan? I feel good about it, I think it's cute!

Also, I was kind of forced into the sex scene by a close friend, so I'm sorry is it sucks. -_-;

Also, I'd like an evaluation of my OCs, I'm going to actually attempt to be a professional writer one of these days, and I'd like to know that I can build strong likable characters.