Chapter 3- I'M SORRY!
~Written by Jay
~F.A.C.E. Family POV~
France snapped open his eyes, slowly sitting up. He looked around the room, his vision still blurry. As his vision cleared, he realized that the other three members of his little "family" weren't in the room. The Frenchman's head started throbbing as he shakily stood up. France shook his head and the throbbing subsided. He stood up fully and felt his neck. His fingers brushed across the two bite marks. His cerulean eyes widened as he stumbled out of the room and down the hallway. 'I…I HAVE to find Canada….to see if he's ok…' He slowly walked into the room next door. In said room were the North American brothers, looking through the shelves. France's eyes shone with happiness. "Canada! America!" The Frenchman cried, catching the attention of the two brothers. They turned around, their eyes widening.
"Papa! You're alive!" Canada ran towards the Frenchmen, hugging him. France returned the hug, but felt a sudden hunger. His cerulean eyes scanned the Canadian's neck hungrily, licking his lips. America noticed a change in France. He noticed him tense up, his eyes turning…red? America gasped and screamed. "VAMPIRE!" Canada's eyes widened as France's long, canine teeth sunk into his neck, sucking hungrily.
"GGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Canada's agonizing screech filled the room as France ripped himself from his neck, tears forming in his eyes. Canada became limp in his arms, his beautiful violet eyes glazing over. "CANADA!" America collapsed in tears.
"NON! CANADA, I'M SORRY!" France watched as Canada fainted in his arms. America shakily got up, tears streaming down his face and tore Canada from the Frenchman's grip. The American glared loathingly at him.
"Y-YOU! YOU KILLED MY BROTHER! SICK BASTARD!" He hugged his younger brother close to himself.
"America, I didn't kill him! You know I would NEVER do that!"
"THEN WHAT DID YOU DO!"
"I-I…"
Canada stirred in America's arms. "A-Amer...ica?" Said country looked at the Canadian with surprise. "CANADA!" America bear-hugged his brother before looking at him. "Dude, are you ok?"
"I-I'm fine…..M-My head is throbbing though…." Canada shakily broke free from the American's grip and hugged France, who returned it.
"Canada, I'm so sorry I turned you into a vampire…." By now France's eyes had returned to their normal color. Canada pulled away and smiled, revealing two long canines.
"It's ok Papa, I forgive you." America looked at the two wide-eyed and started backing towards the door, gripping the plank of wood that served as his weapon tightly. Canada looked at him in confusion.
"America? What's wrong?" The Canadian took a step towards him, causing the latter to back away more.
"St-Stay away! You MONSTER." America spat. Canada's violet eyes became filled with hurt.
"B-But I'm still your brother Ameri-"
"I DON'T CARE! YOU'RE A MONSTER NOW!" And with that, America turned around and dashed out of the room, trying to get away as quickly as possible.
~Germany POV~
"P-PRUSSIA!" The wolf leaped towards the German and latched onto his muscular right arm, pinning him down on the floor. His weapon, the fire poker was flung to the side just inches out of his reach. Prussia bit down harder every time Germany struggled to grab the poker. Eventually, out of panic, the blonde started striking the albino wolf, but his attempts were in vain. If he held this up any longer, he would die of blood loss. Germany realized this and stopped struggling against his brother's grip. "Pru...ssia….please….." Germany choked out before he blacked out. Prussia still held his grip, blood gushing out onto his beautiful stark white fur. A sharp bark came from the doorway. Prussia released his human brother's arm and looked around. There, in the doorway sat the huge, silver-gray werewolf from before. The wolf gave a low growl to Prussia, trotted into the room and grabbed Prussia by the scruff, dragging him off his brother. After he released him, the silver-gray one seemed to smack Prussia on the muzzle, as if punishing him for holding onto the German too long.
"Vell, sorry! I didn't know zat he vould black out from blood loss!" Prussia whined at the larger wolf.
"Prussia, you could of killed him da? Then you would be brother-less. And anyways, the transformations should be taking place in a minute or two, da? Now let us watch Germany." The silver-gray wolf turned to Germany, who was still unconscious on the floor in front of the two werewolves. His ivory scarf's ends fluttered to the floor. Prussia stared at it before speaking again.
"You're Russia, aren't you? You have his scarf." The wolf smiled childishly at him.
"Da, you are correct Prussia. I am Russia. Now, let us watch your brother transform da?" Russia turned his attention back to the blonde German on the floor. Prussia turned his attention to his brother as well, watching him with a worried expression. Germany lay still for a moment, but then his eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated to black pinpricks. The German struggled into a sitting position, holding his injured arm as he did so. Suddenly, Germany's pained expression turned to a confused one. He let go of his arm and looked at it, watching realign itself and heal. The only thing left of the wound was four large bite marks. Germany's eyes were glazed still. He glanced up for a moment and then did a double take.
In front of the German were two huge werewolves, one larger than the other. The large one was smiling childishly at him while the other wore a worried expression. He recognized the smaller one as his brother. The larger one looked like…
"Mein Gott… Russia?" The wolf grinned.
"Da?" Russia's voice floated through Germany's head. Germany sat for a moment, shell-shocked, until the beginning pain of the transformation distracted him. He cried out as his now healed arm began to twist and shape into a wolf arm. Germany's face became extremely pale. His short blonde hair began to spread down his face. Prussia whimpered in worry. Russia giggled. Germany doubled over in pain, holding his stomach. His face began to stretch and form a muzzle. Short whiskers sprouted from the still forming muzzle. The German coughed up blood, his mind spinning. His ears became pointed and covered in fur. A tail formed at the base of his spine. Germany screamed. His breathing came in short, shallow gasps. Germany collapsed on the ground. Eventually, his breathing evened out. His clothes were just rags that clung to his now fur-covered body. Prussia rushed over to his fallen brother. He ripped off the rest of the clothes. "Vest! Vest are you ok!" The blonde wolf slowly blinked open his ice blue eyes and lifted his head to look at the Prussian wolf. "J-Ja….I'm fine bruder." Prussia's crimson eyes lit up. As the blonde werewolf got up, the albino tackled him playfully, licking his brother's muzzle and wagging his tail. "YAY! Kesesesese~ I never doubted you veren't Vest!"
"BRUDER GET OFF ME!" Germany smiled and threw his older brother off him and sat up, casting a questioning look at the silver-gray Russian. "Vhat do you vant Russia?" The Russian wolf smiled and walked towards the brothers.
"Well, I was hoping the three of us could form a…pack, da? You know a werewolf pack." The German werewolves pondered this for a minute. Finally, Germany spoke up.
"Ve agree, but only if I'm ze alpha." Russia frowned.
"I was hoping that I could be leader da? I have dominated both of you before, why not do it again da?" Germany flattened his ears. He was hoping that Russia would cooperate. Germany stepped forward until him and Russia were nose to nose. Russia narrowed his eyes.
"I would be a better alpha Russia. You remember the battles of the vorld vars-"
"Both wars of which you were on the losing side. Mother Russia win every time da? Or are you willing to challenge me?" Russia curled his lip and pointed his ears forward, a sign of dominance. Germany responded by snarling and biting down on Russia's snout. In response, Russia slammed the German to the ground, knocking the wind out of said German. Germany let go of the Russian's muzzle and snarled at him, attempting to bite Russia's neck. Russia lifted his head and planted a firm paw on Germany's neck. Again, the blonde wolf snarled at him. The Russian wolf smiled and pressed his paw down harder, causing Germany to cough up a little blood from the pressure. His ice blue eyes widened with fear when he realized that the silver-gray wolf could kill him right now if he wanted too. Russia noticed this and smiled childishly.
"You recognize that I can kill you da? Do you submit to me as your alpha?"
"J-Ja…." Germany choked out. Russia grinned triumphantly and got off the defeated German. After a minute or two, Germany recovered from the fight. Russia walked towards the doorway. The two brothers got up and trotted after him, their templar cross necklaces dangling on their necks.
~Romania POV~
Romania smiled at the action going on in that room. He had enjoyed the little fight Germany had put up with Russia. His blood red eyes darted from screen to screen, looking for something interesting. His ears picked up the sound of the almost silent padding of a small creature. He turned in the office chair to see his little friend, the small fox, quiet but gracefully bounding into the room. The vampire smiled and picked up his little friend.
"Did you complete you're mission?"
The little fox nodded and gave the red-eyed country a little smile. Romania grinned and looked at the screens, focusing on one near the edge of the wall.
"It looks like Japan got his costume~"
~Italy POV~
Italy was lost. After he saw Prussia transform, he had sprinted away in fear for his life. The jumpy Italian was now regretting leaving Germany to that monster.
"I hope Germany was able to fight off that wolf…maybe I should go back?"
Italy turned around and started traveling back to where he came from. Suddenly, he froze, his eyes wide. In front of him was a large black fox with white paws and muzzle. It had dark chocolate eyes and nine…tails! Italy stepped back in surprise and fear. 'Foxes are only supposed to have one tail! Could it be…..that fox thing that Japan told me about? What was it called again? Ki-…Kitsune?' Italy looked at the Kitsune again. Its ears were flattened against its head, its lips curled back in a threatening snarl, its dark brown eyes narrowed and its fur fluffed up, the nine tails thrashing. 'But Kitsunes are supposed to be nice! This one looks like it wants to kill-' Italy's eyes widened when he looked the Kitsune in the eyes. They were Japan's. "J-Japan?" The black Kitsune's ear perked up at the sound of its name. Italy's shoulders relaxed.
"Japan, it's me, Italy! Don't you remember?" Italy half smiled. Japan gave him a questioning look, but his ears still flattened to his head.
"S-Si, Japan, please remember! You still have your human brain…right?" Japan sat down and examined the Italian curiously. Italy got down on his knees so he could be at Japan's level. Said Kitsune flicked his ears. Italy slowly reach his hand out, expecting for Japan to warm up to him. Instead, Japan leaped to his paws, alarmed. He instantly got defensive, his hackles rising and his lips pulled into a snarl. The large Kitsune barked at Italy. Italy got back on his feet and backed away. "N-No…I have to find someone that isn't a monster!" Italy turned tail and sprinted off in the opposite direction.
~Spain and crew POV~
Meanwhile in a different part of the castle, Spain and his little band of merrymakers were tromping down the halls in search of the top thing on their list; a witch's broom.
"Why the hell are we looking for a witch broom! Witches aren't even real!"
"Yeah, Spain."
"Si, I know, but it's Halloween! Maybe it's apart of one of our costumes?"
"Yeah! Isn't this fun?"
"Yeah! I agree with Belgium!"
"Well, can we stop arguing now? I want to get to the party!"
The group consisted of Spain, Romano, Belgium, Netherlands, Hungary and Austria. It has been about two hours since they were released into the castle and now, they were lost. The group were currently walking down a long corridor, when America suddenly crashed into Spain, who in turn fell on everyone else. "A-America! What's wrong?" America scrambled off of Spain and helped him up and the others quickly. America looked back multiple times, as if something was following him. Romano walked up to him and slapped the American across his face.
"OW! What was that for Romano!"
"Spain asked you a question! WHAT'S WRONG!"
America sighed sharply and quickly glanced behind himself before ushering the group around the corner. Spain gave him a questioning look.
"Ok. England…is an evil sorcerer and France and Canada are turned into VAMPIRES!" America whimpered again, tears coming to his eyes at the thought of his little brother a monster. The group stared at him, shocked and slightly shaken. Finally Austria spoke up. "I-I thought vampires aren't real…" The groups nodded.
"Yeah, you could just be making this all up."
"No, America is telling the truth."
The group and America turn to Hungary, her brown hair covering her eyes. "America's right. Vampires ARE real. And….." The Hungarian trailed off.
"And what?" Belgium asked. Hungary looked at them, her dark green eyes shining with fear.
"And….the host of this party is one."
~Ukraine and crew POV~
"I'm concerned for Russia. Why did he want to go off by himself?"
"Don't worry Ukraine, I'm sure he's fine. He is Russia after all."
"I know, but STILL! What if something happened and-"
Three howls rang from somewhere in the castle. Ukraine, Belarus, Poland and the Baltics froze. Latvia was the first to speak.
"W-What was that!"
"I like, totally don't know!"
"This is really freaking me out…"
"Shut it you babies, Romania is just trying to scare us. And it's not working." Belarus frowned and started walking in the direction of the howls. The other stayed where they were, fearing that if they follow the bi-polar nation, they might encounter what made the howls. Suddenly, the five European nations heard a shrill scream and Belarus came speeding pass them.
"RUN!" Was all she had to say when three huge werewolves came around the corner, snarling. The largest one was a silver-gray with dark purple eyes and a long ivory scarf wrapped around it's neck. The next largest one was had blonde fur and ice blue eyes. It had a templar cross necklace. The smallest one was an albino wolf also wearing a templar cross. Her Ukrainian sister raced after her, with Lithuania and Poland behind her. Estonia recovered from his shock and sped after them, leaving Latvia frozen to the spot. The three wolves slowed to a stop a yard in front of the poor Latvian. The short country shook with fear as the blonde werewolf inched closer. Latvia shook off his paralysis, stepping backwards slowly. The blonde wolf's lip slowly curled back as it edged closer. Finally, Latvia turned around and ran as fast as his short legs could carry him. The ice blue-eyed wolf barked and quickly gained speed, racing after the short Latvian. Soon, the blonde wolf as literally on his heels. It tripped him, making the country fall. The wolf bit into Latvia's ankle and dragged the screaming country into the shadows.