The Boy Vampire Slayer

(I don't actually know how license works for different countries so I'm winging it. Reviews are wanted and appreciated, thanks for reading. I don't own Revolution, by the Beatles.)

Chapter 2

September 23rd, 2013.

The kids at Ocean Heights Middle School got out twenty minutes after the high school kids, so Arthur and Alfred had taken their time in getting there to pick up Peter. Arthur was tapping his fingers, anxiety sparking in his whole being. He wondered just who he was entrusting his little brother, his only remaining family, to based on a rowdy young mans opinion. A rowdy young man he had only met yesterday. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, he thought with a groan.

"Look, Tino and Berwald are the most trustworthy guys I know. And they love kids! Little Joshie will be fine!" he announced, waving his hand with a smile on his face.

"First of all, his name is Peter. And secondly, they're strangers and he's my younger brother! Of course I'm worried. Wouldn't you be if it was your younger brother?" Arthur questioned, looking pointedly at the high school student. Said student looked away, pouting petulantly.

"Arthur, hey, you!" The sudden and loud call startled both men and they were surprised to see that Peter had made his way to the silver cars window without either of them noticing, his golden blond hair mussed up by the white sailor hat he almost always wore.

"Peter, look, you'll be going to a sitter for the next few hours, okay?" Arthur told him, hoping he would just go along with it, no problems or questions asked.

And thankfully, he did. "Fine," he said, getting into the car with a blasé look in his eyes and tone in his face.

Arthur was surprised but satisfied. "Fine," the young sandy-haired man declared, "Lets go then."

The older of the brothers waited for the younger to fasten his seat belt. He didn't. Arthur rolled his eyes, his annoyance at the young boy growing fast. Not only did he have to leave the brat with strangers in a town he had only lived in for two days, he had to drive him around in America, when he had only had his driver's license in this country for two years and had only driven in it once.

Once he finally managed to wrestle Peter into his seatbelt, he started the car and headed towards the house of Alfred's fabled "Perfect Couple".

Tino and Berwald's house was a small, cozy, dainty little place with a well tended to garden and a snow-white picket fence. It was right out of a storybook.

The couple themselves surprised Arthur. They weren't what he was expecting. Tino was short and Finnish, with a smile never leaving his face and a gentle air about him. On the other hand, Berwald was tall, quiet, Swedish and had the face of a thug. Even Peter, with all of his cockiness and idiotic bravery (as Arthur saw it) was at least slightly scared by the man. Arthur had been having second thoughts on leaving his brother but had been dragged out to the car by Alfred before he could act on those thoughts.

"Don't worry," Alfred reassured him for the hundredth time, "They' re great with kids. They've been together for a long time and are the best one for the jobs. Hey," he laughed, "at the three other Nords aren't there."

Arthur paled at the words. " The three other what?"

"Nothing, I'll tell you about them after training. What are we gonna do to train? Do I get to use a gun? A sword? Ah, man, a sword would be totally badass bro!"

Arthur moaned in frustration, hitting his head (a little bit too hard) on his dashboard.

The two waved to Tino, Berwald and Peter before heading back to the Englishman's apartment to begin their first steps into the world of being a Slayer and a Watcher.

Meanwhile, 5:37 P.M. at Ocean Heights High School:

The man was wearing a shabby, long out of style dull gray cloak that covered his whole body. Underneath that the man was wearing a surprisingly clean clue cape and bright red, tight pants. The windows in the library were still letting in too much light for him to take it off. He searched for a dark place to rest for the next- he checked his watch- seven hours!

Dammit, he cursed internally, I should've made the meeting time earlier!

"Oh well," he groaned, his voice and hand motions completely over-the-top, " I might as well wait 'ere."

Arthur's apartment, 8:45 P.M.

Arthur pushed himself off the ground only to receive another hit to the face from a gloved hand. It wasn't hard enough to knock him over like the kick had but he found himself too tired to carry on with training anymore.

He hadn't known the boy was actually a football player. Well, former. He wasn't on the team anymore, though he hadn't said why. Besides, if he wanted to be there by nine he had to go leave to get Peter now.

"Alright, we're done. I'll give you a ride home." The older man headed towards his coffee table to grab his keys but halted when he realized Alfred hadn't moved.

"What?"

"You mentioned a meeting tonight and I wanted to know if I could come too cause it's Slayer stuff and I'm the Slayer and I wanna meet this 'ally'!" The student, his voice nervous but his eyes hopeful, said the words in a rush.

"I suppose so. Yeah, why not? Just, keep some stakes on you. And a cross. And some holy water." Arthur told him, pointing to the items as he said them. He went to get his keys and could hear the loquacious man saying something in the other room, it was just said to quickly for any human to comprehend. He didn't bother asking him to repeat it, just slower.

When he got back to the training room (which was just his dining room with stuff cleared out of the way), Alfred had managed to, without making any noise by some miracle, snap a stake, spill a glass of holy water and break the clock on the wall. About three feet above their heads on the wall.

He just sighed and murmured, barely loud enough to hear, "I don't even want to know."

The library's lights were already on by the time Arthur and Alfred finally got there. Between Peter's hyper activeness and having to meet the insanity that is Berwald's and Tino's friends, Arthur was surprised they were only a half hour late. The door had been opened for them and silver moonlight was pouring in through the windows, casting a pale glow on the wooden bookcases. The Watcher turned slowly in a circle, trying to find the ally he had been ordered to meet. He wasn't prepared for a smooth (and familiar) French accent to make its way to his ears.

" 'So, Arthur, it 'as been four years since we last met, no?" And it hit Arthur. Where he knew that voice. No, he thought, shaking his head in horror, it can't be. No.

But it was. Four years since the one night they had been, to put it delicately, together, and here he was again. Francis Bonnefoy, the admittedly very handsome, very persuasive Frenchman he had met when he had been in Paris, right after he had become a part of the Watchers Council.

"Wait, you two know each other? You said you'd never met the guy before," the voice, rich with confusion, interrupted the Brit's flashbacks. Arthur's eyes widened and he was at a loss for words. Francis, damn the suave man, was not.

"Thought I hadn't. Alfred this is Francis Bonnefoy. Francis, this is Alfred Jones. The Vampire Slayer."

"We had a night of, well, passion." He announced, a proud smirk on his face and in his eyes. "One night and then my dear Arthur left me," he whimpered, the sadness in his voice as fake as a three dollar bill. Arthur wasn't quite sure how he wasn't walking over to the longhaired man to punch him in the face already.

"Dude, you slept with him? Really? Doesn't seem like your type," Alfred commented, taking to much pleasure in the older mans reddened face.

" What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean you wanker? You can shut the hell up!" He turned to the chuckling Francis. " And you! Why did you want to meet so late?" Arthur asked him, his hand reaching out in vain towards Alfred, as if to pull him back. He didn't know what it was, but something seemed off. Wrong.

"Well, the sunlight isn't my friend anymore. Hasn't for about twenty-five years now," And it was then that Arthur realized what was wrong. Francis had not aged at all. No scars, no age lines, no gray hairs. He had told Arthur he was twenty-seven when they last met. He should've aged at least a little.

"Were you a vampire when…" He trailed off, not knowing how to finish such a question. All he got in return was a seemingly sad nod.

Alfred wasn't really sure what was going on. One minute Arthur had looked like he wanted to strangle the accented newcomer and then all three were having tea like nothing had happened.

To call the energy of the three around the table awkward would be an understatement. Teacups (which Alfred still had no idea where they had come from) being placed back down onto their plates was the only noise in the small room labeled " The Break Room". It was in the back of the library and had a small fridge, a small oven and stove and a petite, subtlety-decorated table in the center meant for only a few people. Nobody had really used this room since the new break room had been made, closer to the main office of the school.

The scraping of the chair feet against the linoleum floor startled Alfred and Arthur and they stared in bafflement (and exasperation in the Englishman's case) as Francis, in all his unsubtle glory, started to finally break the silence with no tact at all.

"The past between me and Arthur is unimportant. As is my whole 'being a vampire dilemma'. What matters now is what troubles lay in this town and how I can 'elp you." His sincerity shocked Arthur. There was no trick in his eyes or smugness in his voice. He still didn't feel quite right about the whole situation. He was supposed to be teaching Alfred, the Vampire Slayer, how to kill vampires. Not how to trust them and become their allies. Especially not ones who are make buffooneries out of themselves like this one has before. He was thrown back to drunken memories of the man ridiculously flirting with him, the bartender and everyone else in the damn bar!

"What is in this town anyway? You've not really said anything useful so far."

"The Council asked me to help you and little Alfred find out what was wrong and I will strive to help you in this long and 'ard endeavor. With some strings attached, " he added the last part as an afterthought, a smile slowly spreading like syrup on his face.

Before Alfred could even think of a response Arthur was retorting, "I will never sleep with you again and Alfred isn't going to be sleeping with you either!"

Francis chuckled. "I wasn't going to ask that so soon."

"Asked me rather quickly."

Alfred's eyes widen at the statement.

" I only want three things. One, immunity. None of the whole 'vampires are second class' deal. Two, I want to reunite with a few old friends. And three, I want you to-" he paused for dramatic effect and suspense-" set me up with someone!"

The silence that followed reminded Alfred of the part in shows where all you heard was a cricket chirping.

"After you help us." Arthur's tone was final, offering no bargains or negotiation. Francis pouted and put on an offended face, but it was to no avail. "

" I suppose I 'ave no choice but to oblige?" Arthur nodded. "Alright. But I get to stay with you!" Before the Watcher could, understandably, argue, the vampire was slipping out of the library window, royal blue cape like wings behind him and long blond hair whipping around his head.

"Dammit! Alfred, give me your mobile. I'm going to call the Watchers Council, make sure this bastard is the one I'm supposed to be meeting."

The taller man pulled the silver flip phone (he was still upset about not having an i-Phone) and, after it nearly slipped out of his hand and across the room, he tossed it to the librarian. He watched as Arthur dialed some long number before putting the phone up to his ear and closing the office door behind him, Alfred now outside of the small room. He put his ear to the cold wood but couldn't hear what was being said on the other side.

He wasn't prepared for the door to open while he was still leaning against it and he fell, with a high pitched yelp and limbs flailing, to the hard ground. He looked up to see Arthur's disapproving scowl staring down at his, his very noticeable eyebrows drawn together. Alfred slowly drew up an impish smile before pushing himself off the ground in a playful, enthusiastic bounce, grabbing onto the nearby bookcase for balance. The older man was just staring at him, scowl still in place.

"Just get up." And with that said, he walked over the American on the ground and to the exit. Alfred ran after him and easily caught up. "They confirmed it. He's the one they were talking about. Described his flashy clothes and everything!" He called back over his shoulder.

As they walked to the car, Arthur thought of something. "Hey, Alfred, does this town have a lot of strange occurrences?"

He shook his head. "Not really. Well, maybe. When I moved here I remember some guy going missing and there are a couple of strange people around town but everyone just told me to ignore them."

"Ah." Arthur didn't know what else to say, so he just ended there, feeling awkward.

It was silent out, no cars or people out. Unlike in a city, you could see the stars and the white clouds barring some of them from sight. The air was crisp, as was expected for late September. Alfred got into the passengers seat and, as soon as the car was on, went to change the radio station. Arthur noticed and smacked his hand away before going to his CD's. Alfred didn't recognize the first song, but before it could really start Arthur was flipping through the tracks and he stopped on a song Alfred knew from his mother's old CD player she would always have on in the kitchen.

"Revolution, huh? My mom loved this song." Arthur took note of the past tense and of the sorrow in his voice. He too knew what it was like to lose your parents.

"I rather like it too. If you want to change it or anything, that's okay," he murmured, not wanting to make his pity for the student obvious.

"No. Lets leave it."

"So you live on the dorms?" The Watcher asked, pulling up in front of the housing structures. Alfred nodded, before slowly getting out of the car. Arthur got out too, planning on making sure the boy got back safely.

"Yeah. Sucks that it's far from the school though. It'd be better if they were right together."

"Why do you live here?" He regretted the question as soon as it was out of his mouth and hoped he hadn't brought up any bad memories.

Alfred stopped walking and turned to him. "Me and my brother moved here after mom died. We didn't have the money or anything to get an apartment so we stayed on the dorms." He paused, taking in a deep breath. " The school, well the whole town actually, is split up into two groups. The Islander's and the Foreigners. If a person has been in the town and going to school since the third grade or younger, they're an Islander. Everyone else, myself included, is a Foreigner." He pulled out a key from his pocket and it was only then Arthur realized they were at the building the younger one lived in.

"So, do the two groups hate each other?" He asked, hoping to keep the conversation going. He didn't know why, but he didn't want the other to leave just yet.

"Nah, we mainly just leave each other alone."

"Why is your group called 'Foreigner's'?"

"Most of them are from out of the country. The towns like, half people from out of the country. I'm pretty much the only one from America," He laughed, his voice tinged with pride.

"Really? Wait, Peter's in sixth grade, are there Foreigner's there too?"

"Not that I know of. Don't worry, he'll be fine."

The pair had finally gotten to the room Alfred lived in. The door was open and the American was already past the doorway. The seconds seem to pass to slow and Arthur began to feel far too awkward just standing in the hallway.

"I'll be going then."

Alfred chuckled, "Yeah, probably should. It's getting late."

"Just, be careful. Not because I'm really worried or anything but because who knows how many vampires or other demons could be around and you seem like the type to get so distracted you don't even notice your being killed," he stated in a rush, face blushing against his will. He noticed Alfred's eyes become keen when he heard the phrase "other demons".

Arthur turned to walk away but was barely halfway down the hallway before he heard his name being called. He turned back and saw Alfred beckoning him back to his door.

"There's a club that all the Foreigner's go to, it's called Hetalia. Owned by the Vargas brothers, you'll probably meet them soon enough. You can bring your little brother. Uh, it's a good way to meet everyone and they'll probably like you." He scratched the back of his head and moved his arms around a bit before opting to cross them both behind his head.

Arthur was taken back by the invitation. He had never really had a lot of friends to ever go out with before. He would just go out alone and be back before ten. "Yeah," he finally responded, "what time?"

"Come here at nine-thirty. It's not fancy or anything so regular clothes are fine."

Arthur nodded and briefly smiled. Alfred did the same before closing the door. When he got into his car Arthur began to wonder if there were other implications behind the offer but decided there probably wasn't. He got home too tired to even stand and ended up falling asleep on the couch, very thankful tomorrow was Saturday.