Chapter 4

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Still holding an ice bag stuck to his forehead, as a result of the recent unfortunate episode involving the 'Hero', the vampire opened the lid of the extra coffin and examined the features of the still slumbering Italian with obvious displeasure.

"Gah! Why the fuck did you have to come here and get yourself captured? Honestly, taking care of you was the last fucking thing I needed right now! And I can't believe I got my ass kicked because of you, you damned retarded fuck!" he shouted annoyed.

"R-Romano? Is that you?" Feliciano asked blinking sleepily. "Veh… why do you have red eyes?"

Dragos flinched at the mention of his other equally distant cousin. That one was even more irritating, and he was known for swearing almost as foul as he did. Well, almost… What a pair of idiots, I can't believe what shit family I was 'blessed' with! No wonder no one ever takes us seriously! Oh well, at least he was a vampire.

"What? No, it's me, Dragos. You do remember me, don't you?" replied the Romanian, not very convinced that he actually would.

"Veh… Sure I remember you cousin!" the Italian chirped. "It's just that you're sort of a dick like my fratello and I was sleepy and thought it was him!"

The vampire threw away the ice bag and shot him a killing glare. "WHAT? Did you just say I'm a dick?"

Feliciano shifted uncomfortably, avoiding the dark red eyes that were staring down at him intently. "A bit, veh… And you're scary!" He let out a scream when the lid was suddenly slammed shut and found himself engulfed by complete darkness.

"NO! No, let me out, please, please, please! It's so dark and scary in here, veh!" he cried in a pitiful voice.

"Shut the hell up or I swear you'll never get out of there!" came an angry reply.

-x-

Elizabeta approached shyly and stopped hesitantly before pressing the knob. She had long debated within herself whether she should go and check on Dragos after Alfred had eventually returned to the dining hall. By the satisfied grin on the blonde's face she guessed that he must have hurt the Romanian pretty bad. After all, he was known to be quite fond of violence… She shuddered at the thought.

But the two of us don't officially get along so well… Then again, he stood up to Master to protect me… Yeah, but it was him and Nikola that cooked God-knows-what that was… At least he's brave… No, he's not brave, he's just got a big mouth and a sharp tongue and you know it… But he's still cute… Get real, he's a vampire

She sighed – so many conflicting thoughts. The old wooden door to his chambers opened with a loud creak. Her eyes scanned anxiously around the room as she almost tripped over his coat and hat that lay thrown in a messy pile on the floor, and there he was, half lying in his coffin, his long legs slung over the edge on one side, holding an ice bag to his forehead. A nasty bruise was still noticeable on his pale cheek, even if it was fading fast. Elizabeta walked up and carefully sat down on a large cushion that had been placed nearby.

"He got you bad, didn't he?" she whispered. His eyes opened slowly and the Hungarian noticed that his usually vivid red irises had turned a dark burgundy.

"You poor thing…" She reached to touch his face and jumped slightly when he let his head fall against her shoulder, eyes closing again. That was a bit dangerous, his mouth so close to her bare neck, and he was probably hungry too. He could eat regular food but it wasn't enough, he needed blood and they were rarely allowing him outside the castle to hunt so that he kind of always went hungry… Yet he did not stir and soon her delicate fingers found their way into his silky strawberry blonde hair and started caressing him.

Suddenly a faint whimper reached the girl's ears and she yelped slightly, noticing another coffin just behind her. She jumped to her feet, pushing the vampire away from her.

"Dragos! What's in that coffin?" she demanded.

The Romanian rolled his eyes and dropped back onto his pillows. "Honestly, what do you think it is?" he muttered.

Elizabeta pushed the lid aside and shrieked in surprise. "Feliciano! You're alright! God, I can't believe this!"

"Lizzy! I'm so happy to see you, veh!" the little Italian replied as she stooped down to pull him into a tight hug. "That dick cousin of mine locked me up in here and it was so dark and scary!"

The vampire jumped to his feet and was about to say something very nasty in reply, when his fine hearing caught the sound of stomping approaching footsteps.

"Oh shit! It's Alfred! Quickly, hide!" he pressed.

"What?" Elizabeta whispered in horror. "W-what does he want? OH GOD! Maybe… he… knows?"

"Maybe he doesn't!" Dragos hoped, forcefully pushing her down inside the coffin on top of the Italian and slamming the lid shut. "Better keep quiet in there while he's here" he warned as he proceeded to sit on top of it cross-legged, with the best poker face he was capable of.

Right the next second, the door slammed open in one swift, thundering movement. "Hey dude! It's not like I'm intruding or anything, right?"

Not at all, not at all…

"Anyway" Alfred said, flashing a stupid smile "I was curious about one thing and I forgot to check, you know, earlier" he added drawing closer.

"And what would that be, Master?" the vampire managed to ask before the blonde reached and unbuttoned his shirt, eagerly examining his bare skin.

"Aw, dude, you don't sparkle!" he exclaimed disappointed. "That's so not awesome!"

Dragos struggled to find something to say, possibly an excuse, but before he could come up with any, the hyperactive American's attention was already drawn elsewhere.

"Oh but this is totally awesome! I totally want to try this!" he said walking to the open coffin and laying down inside, looking all thrilled.

Being dead is awesome too, wouldn't you like to try that as well? the Romanian was about to say, but a flash of pain to his side advised him differently, so he remained silent.

"So…" Alfred then said, in a lower voice, settling himself in better. "I guess it's kinda true what they say, that you're more inclined to take people to 'dinner' than to your bed, huh!"

"What?"

But then Dragos remembered, his gaze trailing to the pillows and bed sheets Alfred was getting himself so comfortable onto. White silk. Ugh! But that did not mean...

"Get over here" the American said with a smirk, impatiently patting the place next to him.

Okay, so that was chapter 4, but then again you already know that… ugh! I suck at this, God how awkward! Can anyone volunteer to write endings for me? Joking of course but it would really help :)))