The Boy Vampire Slayer chapter 3
(AN: I just realized that the dates I put and their days might not match up with what they really were but what are you gonna do?)
September 24th, 2013
Arthur was nervous about going to this "club". He was nervous about meeting all of Alfred's friends. He had, like some frantic teenager on their first date, agonized over what he should wear. Alfred had said not to formal, but how casual was he supposed to be? Were jeans okay? A polo shirt or a band shirt? Was a tie too much or fine? And Peter hadn't helped by teasing him the whole day about it being a date.
He had ended up wearing an old pair of wrinkled black jeans (that felt t like they were a little too tight but oh well) and a Union Flag shirt with a red bandana around his neck.
It's not a date, he reassured himself. And even if it was, did that matter? Alfred was eighteen, an adult just like Arthur! It wasn't a date though so it didn't even matter! Right?
He glanced towards the stairs and saw the little blond jumping down them, skipping over every other one and looking back at it like it was lava. He made it to the bottom (finally!)
"You ready to go yet?" He asked, leaning against the wall with his shoulders, arms crossed and making a point of looking at the watch on his hand. He took in the fast nod of the young boy and pushed himself off the burgundy structure. He grabbed Peter's hand in an iron grip. The last time they had gone out and he hadn't done so Peter had ended up in a police car and his hat smelling of alcohol. Damn French people and their damn wine, he thought bitterly.
They arrived at Alfred's at nine and Arthur knows he's a half hour early but he's too nervous (for some weird reason) to really care. Besides, if he hadn't been early he wouldn't have gotten to meet Alfred's roommate and his friend who were rather nice.
Honda Kiku (who he recognized from seeing in the library) was a young, Japanese high school senior who was one of the (apparently many) Foreigners, most of whom were born and at least partially raised outside of America. He had introduced himself and gave a small bow to him and Peter. He was short and polite, far more so than many other kids Arthur had had to deal with in his life. He seemed to have something against physical contact though Arthur, with a smirk plastered on his face unbeknownst to the others, noticed him slip his hand with the sleepy young man next to him.
Heracles Karpusi was a college freshman originally from Greece that went to the Ocean Heights Local University. Arthur learned, to his surprise, most of the Foreigners went there for college while the Islanders left town. Heracles was tall and fit, with long (and soft looking) brown hair and deep olive eyes. He talked in a slow, soft and calming voice and his eyes seemed to be slightly closed at all times as if given the opportunity he would fall asleep where he stood.
He felt embarrassed at his early arrival and the fact that he had said "Hello Alfred" as soon as the door opened without even considering he might be in the shower, which he was. He now sat on a small chairs, hands folded and legs crossed. Heracles was next to him, a soft smile playing on his face as he watched Kiku play some video game with Peter on a small, golden box with various controls and lights. The man had told him it was called a "Ds" but he didn't understand the title, or what "Pokémon" was. There was a Buizett or something..? He had no idea.
"Hey, Kiku, you introduced yourself with Honda first, but isn't that your last name?"
"In Japan that is how we order our names. It would be traditional for you to call me Honda but I am fine with you calling me Kiku. Everyone has and I quite like it."
"If you're sure?"
"I am. Thank you for asking."
"Thanks for telling me."
There was the creaking of an opening door and Alfred stepped out of his room in very nice looking (but definitely tight) jeans, a long sleeved black shirt (again tight) and his usual thin black glasses. Arthur wished he could say he was thinking something courteous like He looks stunning or how handsome. He would never admit the first words to his mind had been more along the lines of holy shit he's hot!
"Hey, you're early!" Alfred called out pulling Arthur into a hug. As he felt strong arms tighten around him he briefly wondered how Kiku dealt with him on a daily basis. He was soon let free and able to breath again.
"Wonderful observation skills Mr. Holmes," he replied in a dry tone. Alfred pouted before taking a step back to look Arthur over. He would never admit that the first words in his mind were Whoa does he look hot as hell.
He crossed over to where Peter was and tousled his hair. "Good to see you scamp!" He laughed, and Arthur blushed as he thought, despite how clichéd it was, how it was one of, if not the, most beautiful sounds he's ever heard. His inner voice growled at his sappy thought. Where the fuck did the sudden feelings come from huh? Stupid feelings.
"Well… are we going to leave then?" The four other males turned to Heracles and then at each other. Alfred answered for them as a whole.
"Alright, we probably should. Lets go."
Alfred decided it would be his job to point out everyone in the club who was his friend and give Arthur a quick rundown of them. He decided to start with the 2 bartenders.
"The one with the brown hair and green eyes, kinda tall, smiling like he just won a puppy? That's Antonio. He's from Spain and datin' on of the clubs owners, the one named Lovino. The one with the silver-ish looking hair? That's Gilbert, ego big as the moon but not too bad if you get to know 'im, and the really tall, really muscular one next to him is his little brother Ludwig. They're both from Germany. Antonio and Gilbert are like, best friends, and Ludwig's the only one of the three still in high school." Alfred glanced to his da- no he isn't my date! Damn! What's the matter with me? He looked over to his Watcher Arthur and saw an interested gleam in his emerald eyes. Good, he had been worried this would bore him. Alfred just wanted to make sure he knew at least a little bit about everyone.
"See those two on the stairs?" Arthur looked to where he was pointing to see a pair of men (who looked remarkably alike) only one's hair was a deeper shade of brown and his eyes were green, not brown. He nodded to Alfred, beckoning him to go on. "The one on the left is Feliciano, he's in my class, and the one on the right is Lovino. They're both from Italy. Their grandfather Roma built the club when they were like six and ended up leaving it to them. He came back last year to take his name off the paperwork and stuff since Lovino was finally eighteen. Feli is with Ludwig, thought you should know."
"Alright," Arthur said, sliding his eyes to the dance floor and tables where plenty of young men and women were, "I met Heracles and Kiku, who else is there?"
"Those two on the dance floor." Arthur moved his hands in an arch, a silent "go on" in his eyes and gesture. "The guy in the purple, fancy clothes and the girl in the tunic next to him?" Arthur saw whom he was gesturing to. The man had a neat, slick appearance and you could taste the richness on him. The girl's clothes suggested a more wear and tear life, and her eyes and fast, powerful kicks with her legs (which he assumed was a form of dancing) proved she wasn't somebody to take on in a fight lightly.
"Are they together?" He didn't know why he was so interested in these people love lives but maybe it would prove fruitful later on?
"Nah. Elizabeta is single, I think, and Roderich's both fixated on and repulsed by Gil. It's funny, watching those two interact."
"Does Gilbert respond?"
"If by respond you mean flirt like depraved sexaholic, then yes," he replied, a laugh bubbling from his lips and into his words.
"…Okay then!" He laughed, imagining the scene between the two men he hadn't even met properly yet.
"Over in the corner that way," he pointed to the left end of the bar, where there sat (and in one case kneeled on the floor tugging on the sleeve of an unamused pale haired man) five men, all of which looked very familiar, "you've got the Nordics, though you already met them."
"Why are they called the Nordics?"
"Tino's Finnish, Berwald's Swedish, Emil's Icelandic and the youngest of them being a year below me, Lukas is Norwegian and Mathias is Danish."
"Wait, I thought Emil and Lukas were brothers?"
"I was gonna get to that. A lot of 'em, me included, will just say siblings 'cause you know, nurture over nature, but almost none of them are blood related. Emil and Lukas are half brothers like me and Mattie."
"Ah." Arthur looked up at the floor above, which was more like a balcony with an opening in the middle, and saw Peter with two other kids, although one of them looked only a little bit younger than Alfred and had reddish brown hair with a strange curl sticking up from the rest of his hair. Having a single hair that stuck up from the rest seemed to be common here. He had seen it on Feliciano, Lovino, Roderich, Lukas and Alfred. The other was a small girl with thick brown hair in a high side ponytail. They looked like they were getting along well enough. The expression of both exasperation and amusement on the girls face reminded Arthur of himself.
"That's Paula and Romeo with him." Alfred's voice is right next to his ear and when he turns his head to look at him they are far to close for comfort. Alfred backs up and continues. "Paula is from Australia and's got two older brothers, Ralph and Bruce Taylor. And Romeo is Lovino and Feli's little cousin."
"What about those two?" He was pointing to the other side of the roof, where there stood a tall, pale haired with a tan coat and pink scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. His arm was a round a shorter man with a feminine yet strong build, whose long black hair was pulled back in a low ponytail.
"Ivan's the tall one and Wang Yao the short one, though everyone just calls him Yao. Those two are… strange."
"Strange how?"
"Well, Yao houses like seven people or something. Insists he's their older brother but he isn't really. Kiku lived with him for a while until he left. Don't know why."
"That's not all that strange."
"But you haven't heard it all. Ivan and Yao never go out during the day. Only at night. Ivan, well I don't know what he does but Yao's a chef at some restaurant downtown and he only works the night shift. Never goes out during the daytime. And Ivan's got two sisters. One's nice but sorta a crybaby and the other is just creepy as hell. Sofia and Natalya. Sofia is his older sister and Natalya's younger. All three are from different fathers but they were raised together. No idea where their mom is now."
"And I'm assuming Ivan and Yao are an item?"
"Yep."
"Is anyone in this town straight?"
"That's a very good question! One that I don't have the answer to. I sure as hell aint, can I get one up top?" He lifted his right hand up high, not expecting Arthur to just leave him hanging. Which the Briton did. The silence dragged on before Arthur perfected what he wanted to say.
"Likewise."
"Good, you're not high fiving me and not speaking started to worry me."
"Anyone else important I should meet?"
"Well, the last one for tonight," his emphasis on the word told Arthur there would most likely be more nights like this in future days soon to come, " or at least right now…is Mattie! He was supposed to be here!"
"I'm here." The quiet voice could just be made out over the music and talk of the club but it was there. Arthur and Alfred turned to a man who looked a lot like Alfred. Even had glasses. And he had a curl too! What is it with that? Arthur wondered.
"Artie," said man cringed at the nickname (which would have to be eradicated and never said again), "this my little bro Matthew Williams! Guess what, he's actually Canadian! Can you believe it? Matt, this is Arthur, new friends of mine."
"Hello," he said (or maybe it was a whisper…?), extending his hand. Arthur took it and was surprised by the firm yet gentle grip. He would've expected a weaker, shyer one.
"Nice to meet you," Arthur told him, pulling back his hand.
"You too."
"Arthur, aren't you going to introduce me as well?"
Arthur's eyes widened as he heard the voice behind him. He turned around and saw exactly what he expects. Francis was there, the damn blue cloak and red pants ensemble still on him, just like he was yesterday, only now his hair seems much neater and looked like he spent more time on it. He snorted; thinking the git probably spent an hour getting it "just right".
"Francis!" Even Alfred sounded more strained. "This is my little brother, Mattie."
Matthew blushed and then stated, "Little brother makes me sound like a little kid," he took Francis' outstretched hand, "I'm Matthew Williams."
Francis smiled, all charming and poised. "I am Francis. Francis Bonnefoy." Arthur saw him rub his finger against the back of Matt's palm and the blush on the small mans face grew redder with each passing moment.
"Why are you here Francis?"
"To scope out my new town of course. Will I be going home with you tonight?"
Arthur was going to lash out a vicious retort but decided against it when he saw Peter running towards him, getting close but showing no signs of slowing down or stopping. The kid nearly crashed into the polished stools the older four were sitting in and finally stopped.
"We aren't leaving for a while right?" Arthur cringed before looking a this watch. It was already ten thirty. Peter didn't have school tomorrow though… but he still did need a good nights rest…
"Who's the kid?" Francis' voice sliced through his thoughts and then Arthur realized something: Peter would have to be around Francis, a stranger, a vampire and, more importantly, man whore extraordinaire. He groaned and hit his head against the bar.
"I'm Peter!"
"He's my little brother." The blond mans voice was muffled and lined with pain from hitting his head.
Peter tilted his head back to look at the tall man (well, taller than him) asking, "Who are you?"
"I am Francis. You look cute, how could you be Arthur's little brother?"
"Hey you git-head, I'll slice your ear off!" He was on his feet and up in a rage, fully ready to tussle with the Frenchman.
"Arthur, maybe not?" Alfred cut in, a knowing look in his eyes.
Arthur breathed and sat down, before he turned to Peter, told him only slightly more gently, "We'll leave in a like an hour, okay?" He turned to Alfred for confirmation. The Slayer nodded, small smile unashamedly taking up his whole face. The younger brother ran off, probably back to his new friends.
"He seems adorable," Matthew commented.
"Yeah, he's okay."
Alfred chuckled, "Nice Artie."
"Not Artie. Arthur."
"Like the king!"
"And he was never called Artie."
"Probably was," Alfred said, his voice like that of an unsatisfied detective.
"No."
The night passed in a blur of loud music, bright lights and being dragged on and off the dance floor by Alfred. He remembered hitting his head against some low hanging stairs and making Alfred drive them to his apartment and then Arthur drove himself and Peter back.
They had found Peter passed out at a small table only a few inches taller than him. His face had imprints from the table's patterned edges.
Arthur leaned against his counter and watched the rain outside. He reminded himself to make sure that Peter finished any work he had for school. He also began to think about just what was in the small town. Vampire activity was increasing by the day and they were getting more dangerous. People had started to disappear instead of be dead, like something was building an army. Huh, he thought, maybe we will need Alfred's friends.
The rest of his Sunday was boring and tedious. He went through some paperwork, looked through his book collections, made a lot of tea, attempted to make scones (and fails) and decided he wanted to talk to Alfred about what friends he wanted to tell. Allies would be good to have. The most interesting part of his day is getting cold tea poured all over him by Peter, who he subsequently had to chase around the house to get him to give Arthur's book back.
The whole time he had the dark blond haired man in the back of his head.
He didn't know where these sudden, intruding thoughts of Alfred came form, and they had come from out of nowhere. He barely knew the student! And he was a student. It would be wrong. But he did swing Arthur's way and didn't seem uninterested… maybe after the town was safe (well relatively so) he would pursue it.
Monday September 25th
The school day dragged on and on for Alfred. He nearly fell asleep in chemistry, was sluggish all through pre-calc and was really surprised he didn't fall down the stairs on his way to English. He could tell that Kiku, who was in almost all of his classes, was worried about him. He didn't know why he was like this. He had always been immune to Monday Laziness Syndrome, to the utter aggravation of his classmates.
He had stayed up late last night, and that might have had a hand in his tiredness. No matter how hard he tried he had not been able to fall asleep for hours later than he usually did. There was only one more class left and then he was home free. Well, more like library free. He was going there to talk to Arthur and apparently Francis too. He still wanted to tell his friends and bring them to meetings and kill vampires with them. He was briefly energized by the thought. He was a hero! The Chosen One too. Like, the ultimate hero guy.
He had told Matt on Sunday and he had reacted the exact opposite of how Alfred had expected. There had been no widened, bulging eyes or gasps of shock, or hands going to hearts. He had listened to the full story and offered his full support. All calm and stuff. He could come to the meeting!
Alfred's distracted mood during the day could also have to do with a certain librarian. He had never known a hot, single librarian. Not in the gender he was interested in anyway. They had always been old or married. There was one who was both hot and single but he wasn't gay. That was an embarrassing story. Had only happened in the first week of school. Part of the reason the guy left and Arthur had to come in to take his place.
The bell rang and the sound was a miraculous noise to Alfred's bored as hell ears. He headed off towards his locker. Maybe he could grab Kiku and force him to go with him. He began to think of who else would be useful in saving the world. Ludwig came to mind and with Ludwig would come Feliciano but then he blanked. He decided to let it go for now.
His locker was nearly empty by the time he got everything he needed for his homework. Damn those teachers and their "preparing you for real life".
He missed Kiku. He did manage to catch up to him but he had looked busy so Alfred decided to just let him go. Ludwig was probably on the other side of the school at Feliciano's locker trying to get him to actually take his homework home.
He spots Matt getting pushed this way and that in the crowd of students, nearly getting knocked to the ground, trampled under feet. Unlike some he never really got elbowed deliberately, although it was only because nobody noticed him. He hadn't pointed it out but he had been next to Arthur and Alfred almost the whole time yesterday.
"Mattie!"
Even his name getting shouted down the thunderous herd of teenagers doesn't get him even a few looks. He makes his way towards Alfred, battered and bruised like a cow skin getting leathered. "What is it Alfred?"
"Come with me to the library." It is a demand and he cannot even ask why before he is being pulled by the arm to the book filled room. The man from Hetalia was there and it was just then that Matthew realizes where he thought he looked familiar from.
"You ready to go?" His eyes flicked up to the two, getting a fraction wider when they settled on Matthew.
"Where we goin'?" Matthew looked back confusedly between the two. Where were they going? What were they doing? He might know about the Vampire Slayer and Watcher business but nobody had warned him about this.
"Some shady ass hotel on the other side of town. Francis said he had some people he wanted us too meet. Said they would know what was going on. I got your friends to watch Peter again." Wait, Matthew wondered, what does Francis have to do with this?
"That's good. Oh and Mattie, I forgot to mention, Francis is a vampire." Matthew blanched; He forgot to mention? Is he serious right now?
"He the only one you want to tell?"
"I'm still thinking."
Arthur sighed. "Hurry up, will you?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever man."
"Lets go?"
"Totally. C'mon Matt, we can finish our homework waitin' for the vampire."
His "eh?" isn't taken into account and once again he is being dragged by the arm by his brother.
AN:
So the pairings in this will be USUK, Rochu, Gerita, Giripan, Franada, Spamano and PrusAus as main. Sides will be DenNor, SuFin, HongIce, and PoLiet as sides. Others will be mentioned later.
Emil-Iceland, Lukas-Norway, Mathias-Denmark, Paula-Wy, Romeo- Seborga, Ralph- Hutt River, Bruce-Australia.
Again, reviews are appreciated and wanted and I will answer questions in the AN's
Sorry for shortness, chapters will soon start to get longer