Boy Vampire Slayer Chapter 4
AN: I changed a few rules from the Buffy continuity here. First off, the vampire and the human it was made from are one and the same, just the human soul vampirized, not a different one. I also change what exactly happened in the original Buffy the Vampire Slayer show, like the Codex Prophecy I obviously don't own Nerf guns and whatnot (though that would be awesome)
The Fitzgerald Manor
3:30 P.M
Arthur gaped at the seven floored, Victorian style hotel where Francis had ordered a meeting. "I take back the shady comment."
Alfred just shook his head, mouth in the same jaw to the floor appearance as Arthur's.
The hotel was from the late 1800's and has been a staple in the town since. It has been called haunted and many went there for the thrill of trying to catch a glimpse of the infamous ghosts that apparently wander about the gleaming, carpeted hallways. The hotel was right in the middle of the town and a great vantage spot for tourists who liked to walk and see the town. It was also notorious for its expensiveness and fanciness. A person did not walk in there in a simple shirt and tie or ratty jeans and stained sweatshirt (Matthew had told Alfred to wash his sweatshirts more often).
They walked in, embarrassment written all over Arthur and Matthew's faces. Alfred just seemed to be ecstatic to be in the building and didn't notice the pointed glares fixed on him. The elevator (or lift, as Arthur had been quick to point out) had classical music playing in it and mirrors all over the top half of the walls. Like the hallways, the elevator floor has a soft, springy floor.
None of them talked to each other the whole time. Matt was still nervous about what exactly was going down. All he knew was that it was something seriously bad. Possibly like, end of the world bad.
The elevator finally stopped and they stepped out towards room 463A. Arthur knocked on the unevenly painted door (so this place had faults after all?) and called against it, "We're here you git! Open the bloody door!"
His command was followed and the room was far more luxurious than any of them expected. It was a soothing pale green with two large, blanket drowned beds, on which two women sat. The walls had intricate designs of roses and ivy along them, sometimes slipping out onto the ceiling. There was the faint aroma of lavender, French vanilla and finely aged wine. Then they noticed the others in the room. Francis turned to look at the three who had just walked in. He did a quick double take when he saw the similarities between Alfred and Matthew, more noticeable in the hotel room than in the dim club lights. They had similar faces, blue eyes and yellow blond hair, almost like twins, but Matthew's was paler and longer. Much more my taste, Francis jokingly noted.
Matthew himself couldn't help but notice in the revealing lights the stubble on the Frenchman's chin and cheeks, how his pure golden blond hair curled ever so slightly at the corners, how his eyes were such and alluring shade of blue, playful yet charming.
Arthur recognized Yao and Ivan, who were sat close to each other at the small table the room had but not the two women, one taller than the other. Both had pale skin and ash blonde hair, almost the shame shade as Matthew's, the taller one with blue eyes and the shorter with violet ones.
"So, I have called you here today to discuss the plot going on in the vampire world for this little coast town. By the way Arthur, I no longer need a place to stay or for you to find my friends. But more on that later." Francis smiled proudly and used his hand to flick stray strands of his pale blond hair over his shoulder.
"We bloody well are! Who are the two girls?"
Alfred was the one to answer. "The one with the shorter hair is Sofia and the one with the skirt and… I think that's a switchblade is Natalya." He gulped, fear evident in his face. Arthur was surprised, because at first glance (even with the knife), Natalya looked rather innocent with her straight and long hair, her bowed headband, her blue and white skirt dress thing. Her sister, Sofia, looked the same shade of sweet, her curly short hair, her pale blue overalls, her off white button up.
"Why are they here?"
"First things first, we sure he's the Slayer? Looks too dumb to me." Natalya spoke; smirking ad twirling the knife like it was a baton.
Alfred pouted but Arthur spoke before he could. "Yes, he's the Slayer. Had the horrible dreams and everything."
"And who's the other one?"
"I'm Matthew."
"Well then, Mr. Arthur," Francis interrupted, his voice holding a fake sense respect, " They have been around for hundreds of years, unlike me. They know who is pulling the strings of whatever's going on."
"So this 'Master' is going to use this Rising Day, the date of which you don't know, to rise to extreme power, whatever that means, and take over Ocean Heights and eventually the whole world with the help of 'an unknown empowering vessel'?" Arthur was disbelieving and convinced they knew more. The two groups (humans and vampires) had been officially split up and posted to opposite sides of the room due to an altercation between Arthur and Francis, which was nearly followed up by a death match between Natalya, Ivan and Alfred. Poor guy would've been horribly outmatched.
Sofia nodded. She had been the one to tell the story but that was all that any of them knew. "We're sorry. I wish I had more to offer. Three hundred years of this, you would think I had more to offer." She smiled, small and apologetic.
"You told them all you knew, what more could you do?" Francis asked. It didn't appear to be in a fake way either, a plot to come off as a nice, charming man. Arthur had known him for one night, but that night was enough to know that this was out of character. Probably.
"I've been around for longer and even I don't know! The Master is only fifty years older than me! Though he is more powerful." Yao finished dejectedly, amber eyes cast down to the floor.
Alfred cut in, asking, "What does he look like?"
"White skin, ugly face. Horribly wrinkled and that lisp would be fixed if he just took care of his teeth. And his nails! Cher moi! " Francis answered, disgusted.
"Why?" Matt questioned, the act taking a lot of guts on his part.
" His powers were at the cost of looking human. To most that would be good. Wasn't worth it to me." Ivan smiled at Yao as the smaller man finished. It was tiny and quick but Matthew had noticed it. In all his years he had learned that the unnoticed tended to notice the other unnoticed.
"And finally," Arthur started, "why are you helping us?" He finished, skeptical and cynical. He didn't believe there was no ulterior motive here.
"If the Master rules the world then we'll have to be constantly under his law. Which none of us want to be. And he would probably do something incredibly stupid like kill all of the humans." Natalya had stopped twirling her knife for a moment in favor of talking but went back to it as soon as she was finished. Arthur had to admit she was quite good at it.
"And?" It was quick but they all looked at Francis with varying degrees of accusation and pity. He took notice, sighed and stepped forward.
"I want to become human again. My sire is with the Master and, though I don't know the details, I know I can use him to become human."
"Why would you want to become human?" They all glared at Alfred, shock etched into every line on their faces. He stuttered before going on. "W-well, you're strong, immortal, sane. Why give that all up for growing old and death?"
Francis looked touched and amused, like Alfred's innocent view on it was something to laugh at. "I want to feel the sun again, dear Slayer. I want to fall in love and grow old with them. Being ten years older but still looking like I'm twenty is fabulous. But I was only twenty. Barely began to experience life. I want that opportunity back." He put it so simply and Alfred felt embarrassed and like he had offended him.
"That can't be possible." It wasn't an aggressive statement, searching for a fight, but more of a warning. Arthur wasn't looking to be mean, but factual. Logical.
"Doesn't mean I can't try."
Well, even the Watcher could respect that.
"How do we figure out when the Harvest Day is?" Everyone in the roomed turned towards the soft voice. Matthew had taken a seat in a small armchair at the hotel room table.
Sofia answered, tilting her head. " We ask around. Do research. And get as much help as possible."
"Seems risky to me." Arthur muttered, the sandy haired man's tone cynical.
"Do you have a better idea then Watcher?" Ivan asked, violet eyes teeming with hidden venom behind the soft, innocent sounding words.
"Can we not?" Yao asked, sounding exasperated. "Lets not start fighting each other before we even have a real hold on our enemy."
"I'm surprised he's even trusting us," Natalya started. "Shouldn't the Slayer be killing vampires, not coming to them for help?"
"Why kill you before I use you?" Alfred taunted. Natalya snarled, face twisting and teeth elongating into fangs. He took a step back, as did Arthur and Matthew. Francis and Ivan looked amused, while Yao and Sofia looked prepared to hold Natalya back if she made a move to attack.
"Now, now," Matthew had opened his mouth to speak but he was cut off by Arthur's chiding voice, "We're fighting a common enemy. Might not like it, but for now we're allies."
"Yes," Yao agreed, "after this, we never have to see each other again!"
"What should we start with?" Matthew was finally able to ask.
"I've got some books and records from the Watchers Council. Actually," he added after a pause, "I believe I've heard of this 'Master'."
"That would help." Sofia told him.
"That it then?" Arthur asked, beginning to back up towards the door.
"Until we need you again." Ivan murmured.
The three humans backed up and were soon back in the elevator. Once in the moving box, they relaxed, Alfred letting out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank God, I didn't want to have to be there any longer." He swept his bangs out of his face with a sigh that seemed a bit over dramatic to Arthur.
"At least we have an idea on what to do now." The older man pointed out.
"We?" Matthew asked, though a part of him already knew the response.
Alfred perked up. "Well, of course we! You're a part of the gang now Mattie! And don't worry, we'll get a lot more people too and we can go over to Artie's and have awesome research sessions until we find the son of a bitch, kick his ass and save the world!"
Arthur narrowed his eyes. "How many people do you plan on involving? And how easy do you think this will be?"
Alfred faltered. He rolled his eyes around for a minute, thinking. "Um… medium sized easy and like fifteen people?"
"You dunce! What the bloody hell does medium sized easy mean?"
"I don't know but who says dunce?" Alfred yelled back. Matthew looked back between the quarreling men in front of him, a nervous frown appearing on his face.
Arthur rounded on Alfred, green eyes wide in frustration. "People could die Alfred!"
Alfred looked at him, baby blue eyes wide. "I... sorry." He muttered sheepishly.
Arthur sighed. 'It's fine. Just pull your damn act together."
Alfred just nodded gingerly, like he was afraid of making the Englishman mad again.
The school was creepy after hours, when they were the only ones there. Arthur, Alfred and Matthew stood around one of the tables in the library, nobody able to think of anything to say to break the awkward silence. Their eyes danced back and forth between each other's, until eventually Alfred started to get dizzy and put his head down against the cool table, smiling at the relaxing cold. They had been standing there so long that Alfred and Matthew had managed to finish their homework due tomorrow (though having study hall as their last class certainly helped).
Arthur was cradling his chin in his hand, other hand aimlessly messing with his sandy hair. He glanced around the room and as soon as his eyes hit the clock he stiffened and then was in a rush. "Shit! I forgot Peter! I was supposed to get him like an hour ago!" His yells were all over the place as he ran from his office to the table to the door again. Alfred looked to Matthew, then to the door before running after the Watcher.
'You're my ride!" He called after him, waving his arms like a startled bird.
Arthur stopped his frenzy and turned to the students who had chased after him, emerald eyes wide and face cherry red. "Right," he muttered pathetically, "get in then. I'll take you home after I get Peter, its on our way."
Alfred nodded and got in the passenger seat before Matt even had a chance to think of calling it.
6:00 P.M
The ride to Tino and Berwald's house was technically short but made long by the clashing mix of silence and Arthur and Alfred's mindless bickering. When they finally arrived at the small cozy home and pulled into the driveway, Matthew was leaping out of the car. Arthur had nearly crashed them when Alfred had said something (Matthew hadn't been paying attention) to insult the Queen and the Canadian-born-and-raised high school student had never been more afraid for his life. He charged at the door, and knocked on it gently, so as not to disturb those inside. There was a pause and he could hear talking inside (along with something that sounded very much like "Boom, boom headshot motherfuckers!" but he couldn't be sure) before the dark orange door was opened and Tino (who he had often spent time with at Hetalia when their friends got too rowdy for their tastes) greeted him with a welcoming smile and Hanatamago was at his feet, small yips and all. The other two stepped up onto the porch as soon as Matthew was walking in, fights begrudgingly put aside for now.
"Everyone, come in!" Tino waved them in, eyes bright with sincerity. The inside of the house was bright yellow, with a hospitable air. Right now, it was louder than a monster truck race, had pillows and blankets thrown about randomly , and Arthur was pretty sure he could smell the faint scent of something burning.
"Run Petey, run!" Arthur barely avoided being bowled over by a tall, wild haired blond man who had something on his shoulder. That's, Mathias right? And… Peter!
"We have to protect the castle!" The young boys order could be made out through his laughter. The three who had no idea what was going on looked into the living room to see this so called castle, which turned out to be made of chairs, blankets, sheets and couch cushions, with an opening in the middle. On the other side of the room, in a new fort, there were two other men. Lukas and Emil, Arthur recalled. The two stone-faced men had Nerf guns fully loaded, and Lukas seemed to be strategizing their next move, while Emil looked to their opponents with an almost bored face. Mathias seemed to be taking a more direct approach, showering the brothers with the foam bullets. A smile blossomed on Arthur's face at the sight of the game and Peter's enjoyment of it, and he noticed similar smiles on Alfred's, Matthew's and Tino's faces.
"Yeah, they started this game about an hour ago." Tino weakly laughed. "Oh!" He yelped, hand going to his mouth. "I have an idea! Stay for dinner, all three of you! There's plenty here."
"No, we couldn't intrude like that!"
"Thank you for the offer, but we should be getting home."
"Sure, thanks!"
All three responses were said at the same time but Alfred's was the loudest. Arthur groaned while Matt sighed more gently. "Well," the oldest said, "I guess it's okay with me. You alright with it Matthew?"
"Yes, certainly."
"Well then! It's ready now, just let me get those guys out there!"
The table was filled to the brink, with some of the men having to sit at corners, shoulder to shoulder. The dinner was going…okay so far.
It had nothing to do with the dining room or the food- on the contrary, the dinner of mashed potatoes, chicken and salad was excellent and the table was beautifully set. The problem was the seating arrangements. Alfred sat in between Matthew and Arthur, the former of which was next to Mathias and in constant fear of getting smacked by the Dane's wild arms, while Arthur was sat next to Peter.
Arthur and Alfred were still occasionally bickering, which went from simple and quiet words passed back and forth to kicking each other under the table, which Peter and Matthew felt the aftershocks of. The conversation was light, pleasant; Rounds of "How's work?" and "Did you see (enter shocking news story) last night/week/month?" went around, each person answering in order, some longer than others.
While Peter vivaciously recalled what he had officially titled "The Tale of the Stapler and the Window, Arthur struggled to defend his vulnerable shins from former football player Alfred's vicious feet. "Would you stop it?" He hissed while his hands curled into tight fists.
Alfred snickered; eyes alight with a childlike gleam. "No," he stated. He drew out the word, like it was very important Arthur heard every part of it. Meanwhile, on Alfred's other side, Matthew's glasses got knocked into his eyes by Mathias' flailing arm, causing his eyesight to go out for a seconds and a puppy-like yelp to escape his lips.
"Stop wavin' your arms around all over, dumbass," Lukas called across the table, voice unwaveringly deadpan.
"Lukas, not in front of Peter!" Tino chided.
"It's okay, Arthur swears all the time, a lot worse than dumbass." Peter put in.
"Peter!" Arthur growled, face blushing tomato red, his little brothers outburst making his blow to Alfred's leg harder than he had intended.
"Ow! What the hell man?" Alfred gasped, clutching his lower leg with one hand and hitting Arthur's shoulder weakly with the others.
"Look what ya caused," Emil added, the first time Arthur had noticed him talk all night, chin on his hand.
"M'ybe we sh'uld get back t' ea'in," Berwald, who had only talked to Tino the whole meal, suggested.
"But he called me a dumbass!" Mathias argued.
"Wasn't wrong either." Lukas stated.
"Berwald's right, we should all just calm down and eat," Matthew tried to say but wasn't heard over the rising arguments all around.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Tino's out-of-character yell caused all heads to turn towards him. "Lukas, Mathias: We all know how you really feel about each other, so you can stop acting like you argue 'cause you hate. Peter: I loved your story dear, did not expect that ending. Arthur and Alfred: I've noticed you two fighting the whole time and I will be willing to bet it isn't over something important."
Arthur was the first to talk over Mathias unintelligible indignant muttering. "Yeah…"
Tino smiled. "Alright then! I'll go get pie, it should be done by now." And with that he got up, leaving the others to awkwardly avoid eye contact.
As Arthur pulled up to the dorms, he sighed. His leg hurt from the abuse at dinner, he was tired, his mind was struggling to think of what to do about the 'Master' situation, he had no idea why he felt pulled towards Alfred even when he was angering him, and Peter was asleep like a log, his head on Matthews lap.
"We'll see you tomorrow?" Matthew asked, gently removing Peter's head from his legs and onto the dark gray seats.
"Yes, I suppose," he responded, getting out of the car as well. "Be prepared for training Alfred. You too if you want Matthew. I'll try to get a hold of the vampires as soon as possible, have them help out. Whether we like it or not, they'll be working closely with us now."
"You want me to try and get help?" Alfred piped in.
"Yes, please. And, if you can, try to find somebody who has experience with magic. Sounds weird, but it would be good for anyone you get who doesn't want to physically fight. And anybody with medical experience too." Arthur told them, making a mental note to himself to look for anyone like that too.
"Cool. See ya then."
"Bye Arthur."
The Watcher watched as they walked away, feeling a strange sense of loneliness as he saw Alfred's jacketed back staring back a him, before having a rash realization. I have feelings for him, don't I? Oh damn it all!
'That's just amazing isn't it? Just fantastic. Bloody brilliant." The Englishman muttered, hand covering his mouth. "Well, this is just going to suck."
In the hallways of the dormitory building, Matthew looked at his older brother with knowing eyes. He had been with Alfred since they were in the fifth grade. He had seen him through all of his little puppy love crushes to his more serious actual attempted romances. He had always been able to tell when the loud blond had feeling for someone and he was always able tot ell who they were for.
And right now he just watched in amusement as his brother fell more and more for his Watcher/librarian/friend. All he could hope was that it ended well for both of them.
And now he couldn't stop thinking of a certain charming French vampire, with his suave words and golden locks.
AN: From here on out an actual plot will start to form and the whole main team will began to be put together. Hope you enjoyed and please review!