~Arthur~

I had just woken to the sun going down, when my men informed me of their desire to visit the town. We had already docked my lovely ship by this time so I let them.

I was content to sip tea even if it could not quench my thirst like it used to. Being a vampire as I am, tea was the only thing that kept me calm and not kill my crew. Already full from a prisoner that I had kidnapped, I just drank my tea with no other though but to enjoy it.

Until I heard the footsteps running toward Twilight Hawk's boarding ramp. A thud as said person fell, probably from tripping. I was curious, being that it was night and some git was running around at such a time. "Kiku?" My demon first mate and servant appeared quickly.

"Yes captain?"

"Be a good bloke and see what git is roving around my ship at night?"

"Yes sir." Kiku was quickly gone, just as silent as he arrived. Straining my ear, I hear a quickened heart beat and voices.

"I request that you let the man go." Kiku must have found something interesting. I stood up and silently proceeded to the door. Focusing my magic I transformed into a fine mist to approach unheard. Well a bit of smog instead.

Once outside I heard the rest of the conversation. "I, the demon Honda Kiku, say so." Oh, some git didn't listen to Kiku the first time. The second time they do so will be the one too many.

I froze when a howl echoed into the night. A werewolf? I was now wary. Werewolves had the tenacity to be annoying and very territorial.

"Thanks pal! You work on the Twilight Hawk?" A cheerful voice erupted on the dock. By this time I wanted to be part on the action, because Kiku apparently found something too good to let die. If the person he scared off was in fact trying to eat the loud cheerful boy. I called down at my demon "Kiku, what do you have there?"

Kiku didn't answer at first, as if thinking his response over. "A human boy, sir. I think but I may be mistaken."

Mistaken? A human? I jump down, using magic to slow myself, to join my first mate.

Standing by Kiku was a young man, who was beautiful. His hair was dirty blond but looked like dark gold, while his eyes were sky blue. These eyes stared at me in shock as I floated downward.

I smirked, enjoying the confusion on the lad's face. Bowing slightly with my hat in my hand, I introduced myself. "I am Captain Arthur Kirkland, of the Twilight Hawk."

The man smiled uneasily and held his hand out, "I'm Alfred F. Jones" His hand, I found upon shaking it, was wonderfully warm.

I sniffed the air slightly and smelt werewolf. Pulling my hand away, I start asking questions to the gorgeous stranger. "Why are you here at my ship? And why do you smell like a werewolf?"

"I can answer those questions better." A soft voice commented, belonging to a werewolf that looked a lot like the human in front of me. He continued more softly then before "My name is Mathew Williams, I sent Alfred to find your boat because we were being attacked by Ivan and one of his demons."

I was furious, "That bastard! He's getting cocky, messing with a werewolf. Next it will be a vampire. If it's me, he will die."

The human, Alfred, laughed. Alfred's laugh was like music, loud and cheerful. This boy would make a fine vampire, compared to the other gloomy ones. I caught myself at the thought. Honestly I just really wanted to try Alfred's blood. Maybe his blood magically held part of his cheerfulness. It didn't hurt the matter that he was also good looking.

~Mathew~

Captain Kirkland, or Arthur as he requested I call him, took me to his cabin so I could explain more. Arthur's cabin was very tidy, but with an unusual amount of unicorns and fairy decorations that were spread around the room.

The blond haired captain pointed to a red velvet chair as he sat on the edge of his burgundy and gold bed. I sat down quickly, nervous for many reasons.

Arthur was intimidating, with dark green eyes that flashed with hidden emotions. His regal coat was a dark red, and even though it a little worn and faded, few stains were visible. He looked almost like a king or at least a prince.

"So, Mathew is your name, correct?"

I gulped "Yes sir."

Arthur smiles at me from his perch. "Do you know why Ivan was attacking you?"

"No sir, though he mentioned Alfred more than me."

Arthur raised a large brow at that "The human? A demon tamer is interested in a mere human?"

I looked down "Alfred's a changeling, and he seems to be progressing fast. He was bitten yesterday."

Arthur, who had been examining his tea, glanced at me. His green eyes burrowed into my own, demanding honesty. "I know nothing of werewolves but even to me that sound unusual. He is walking around as if nothing has happened!"

Mathew nodes in agreement "He couldn't stomach vegetables until after he ate meat, which only happens to those late in their change or already changed. From what I heard, even as a human he was quite strong."

Arthur's eyes seem muddled, his brows furrowed. "A changeling that acts as a full blood werewolf and with nonhuman strength when he was human, that is interesting. Any information as to who his parents are?"

Mathew shook his head, "He said something of their death, but that's all I heard from him. They died when he was seven, and villagers say it was from a fire."

Arthur was clearly still puzzled, but he mumbled a quick "leave me now" to Mathew, then promptly forgot about Mathew's presence. Mathew just sighed and took his leave.

On the deck, he heard Alfred and Kiku talking bellow. Kiku must be giving Alfred the tour.Mathew thought idly, blushing when he remembered his own with his boyfriend.

"Oh! Amour de ma vie! (Love of my life) Mathieu!" Francis wrapped his arms about the werewolf, making Mathew blush.

"Francis!" Mathew's boyfriend was always full of love, no matter where or when they met.

"Come with me to the storage room, and when you tire of all of my amour I will sing you my song. You are blushing? Je t'adore (I adore you), so cute."

Mathew gives in, wanting his boyfriend to love him and not be surrounded with such mysteries that float about. "Je t'aime (I love you)" He whispers under his breath. Francis smirks and tugs Mathew toward the door to go below.