Sesi: I have a fic I write with an OC about Alaska. It's called Meanwhile in Alaska… and recently I got my first ever flame. To those of you who do not know; I LIVE IN ALASKA the flame was (and to me this was harsh.) "how about you actually look at a book about the state before ruining it" harsh isn't it? Everything in there was either knowledge from growing up here, things ive learned by going to the Anchorage museum of history and art, things ive learned in ak studies (where yes I did pick up a book) and by some native friends of mine. It's gotten me a little depressed to tell the truth. Well me being depressed if like acting like a normal teenager (never have I been suicidal), listening to English music (versus my usual Russian /Norwegian /Japanese songs), I just kind of shy away from anime and what not and just sit on the couch with my older sister and my wife watching what I like to call "hot mess tv" meaning "Real housewives of… " "teen mom" and many others. My wife (everybody must thank the lovely Siku Kirkland for this because with out her I would be stuck in my funk) got me out of bed, put my iPod in my hand and demanded I write out my feelings. I didn't speak about this last chapter because I made her post it but the chapter was for the most part my work. She added in like two sentences. She is truly the best wife any girl could have. Now I believe I have taken enough of your time an would like for you to read my feelings for I find this chapter has more emotion than the previous ones.
Arthur awoke gasping. It felt wrong to be where he was. Looking around he saw a note underneath Alfred's glasses.
"Went to have dinner with Ivan. If youre reading this then that means he's probably abducted me. Or I'm late home. It's probably the first." Alfred signed it at the bottom in a quick scrawl.
Arthur stumbled into some clothes and went downstairs to the voices he heard. Matthew sat there with Gilbert smoothing his back. Arthur stood there breathing heavily. Matthew glanced at him and his face flushed red.
"Where is Alfred?" Arthur asked. Matthew would not meet his gaze. "Please, tell me" Arthur's voice dropped to a whisper his stomach dropping.
"There was this tall man, I went into town to get some stuff for dinner and he grabbed me like I-I was nothing more than a doll!" Matthew said loudly, well loud for himself. "But he called Al and then I don't know what happened really but then we were at this Chinese restaurant and then we had some dinner and the man made a trade. Me for Alfred" the boy started crying toward the end. Gilbert shushed the poor boy and went to get the bottle of syrup.
"The man did he have a long scarf? Pinkish, with white hair and violet eyes?" Arthur asked. Matthew stopped chugging the syrup.
The blond nodded " he smelled like meat. And fur. He was… horrible" Arthur nodded curtly.
"His name is Ivan Braginsky and he is a… rival colleague of mine. If you see him ever again you will go the other way, and then you will call me." Arthur said his voice low. He brought a hand up to his mouth to chew on his fingernail. Gilbert handed him his phone. Arthur tapped his number into the thing. Handing it back to Gilbert Arthur drew himself up into his full height. "I'm going after Alfred. Ivan probably took him to Russia." Arthur said leaving the house.
"A-Arthur!" Matthew shouted leaving the house following the vampire.
"Yes Matthew?" Arthur asked stopping.
"Can I give you a lift to the air port? It's not like you can walk" Arthur thought about it.
"I will take your offer but I am not in much of a mood to talk" Arthur told him. Matthew nodded moving over to the white Prius. He got into the front seat with Arthur getting in the passenger side.
The car was playing classical music like Mozarts "Lacrimosa" and Beethovens "Fur Elise" which made Arthur wonder what kind of music Alfred liked to listen to.
"Arthur do you like my brother?" Matthew asked after a while.
"I do not know why you mean." Arthur looked at him startled.
"I had to ask. Alfred is my twin. We can sometimes feel each others emotions. He's been so … alone. All of his life he pushed himself to being the best. He was number two in our class, star quarterback, he was that boy in town everybody loved to talk to, nobody had anything bad to say about, and while all of that is said and done my brother was… walled up." He said his fingers gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white. "Then suddenly he moves away from home, starting his career a year after he gets out of school. And then as suddenly as he was gone, he's home again with you. I want to know if you love my brother"
"I could not live with out him" Arthur admitted. Matthew nodded.
"Then you are welcome to this family. We all love Al."
Not long after that conversation they arrived at the airport. Arthur practically ran through the private plane area. His jet sat there with his attendants on hand.
"We are going back to London" Arthur told them. His people started scurrying to get ready to go. Arthur sat there as the plane started off towards London wondering what was happening to his Alfred.
Alfred ran there in the cold. He tried running out of the house in just his jeans, a pair of Ivan's boots, his aviators jacket and one of the long scarves. He was no longer in sight of the house.
Alfred kept running until he heard the howl of wolves. His blood froze hearing that. His legs started pumping harder making Alfred glad that every Saturday for the past seven years he went to the gym.
Soon he reached a river. It was too wide to jump and the howls were too close for comfort. He would rather to not hear them at all though so that really wasn't saying much.
Alfred looked to see the golden one at the front of the pack. He gasped for breath looking around to see an escape. The wolf stepped forward. Alfred took an instinctive step back in response. The rushing water lapped at his foot. Glancing backwards the wolf took his chance to lunge after the human.
Alfred's foot slipped on the snow making him fall backwards into the water.
Arthur strode through the font doors of his house an eery aura seeming to exude from him. Soon his brothers Llyweln and Alistair came down from their rooms to greet their younger brother.
"We need to go after those mangy mutts" Arthur muttered going to his study.
"What happened little brother?" Llyweln called following. Arthur stood before a tall circular mirror in the study. He bit his finger, allowing a little bit of blood to come out, and wiped it across the surface. On the mirror was an image of Mauve.
"Lord Kirkland" she said dipping her head slightly in respect.
"Queen mauve I request your help. Ivan stole Alfred from me" Arthur gritted out not wanting to admit it. His brothers backs stiffened.
"Arthur I wish I could help but the treaty's... I can't do anything. I wish I could and you know that" she said sadly, shocked by the news. Treaty's were set in place to not create another war like the last one. The night world had a war at the same time as the rest of the world and while humans called theirs world war 2 the night world called it the Last War. Arthur awoke for two years during that time. He was what won the war.
"Fine. I will do this on my own." Arthur spat leaving the mirror as Mauve's image dissolved.
"Gather the strongest we are going to Russia" Arthur snarled.
Alfred felt his body get swept away by the currents. He smashed against several rocks, a few snow laden branches, the occasional logs, making Alfred glad he was too cold to actually feel all of this. But he wasn't too cold to fight for air, Alfred fought as hard as could as he started shutting down in the water.
Eventually he crashed onto the sides of the river making him shudder. Alfred started to crawl away from the river.
Arthur stood there in the dark of a winter Russian night. He was greeted by a pack of wolves, their leader at the forefront.
"Where is Alfred!" Arthur called out.
Ivan looked at him square in the eyes. Arthur felt his more dangerous side start to come out.
"He fell into the Moskva river" Ivan called back. "I could not catch him"
"Why the bloody hell was he by the river any way?!" Arthur shouted, dark tendrils of energy seemed to emanate from him. Many of the wolves ears laid down. Arthur advanced on the pack leader. He nearly strangled him when a brown and white wolf came forward.
"I will take you to where he fell." The wolf said. Two that looked similar whined a little bit at him leaving.
They ran to the spot where Alfred scent lingered. He smelled of fear. Arthur looked around and down at the river. He shifted to his bat form and started flying above it.
Arthur flew over for a while not finding Alfred anywhere. Then suddenly he got hit by the wall of scent he knew. Alfred had been here not long ago. Looking below there was a pool of blood at the edge of the river. Arthur landed on the spot and shifted. Looking around he found the snow had been crushed by somebody, somebody who was bleeding.
"Alfred!" Arthur shouted following the tracks. "Al!" Arthur followed the blood in the snow. Eventually he came to a shivering, blue body. His Alfred lay there, pulse barely beating, lungs barely breathing.
Arthur bit his wrist. He held it over the mouth letting the blood trickle down into the cavern. "Come on Al" Arthur whispered hoping that Alfred could hear him. Alfred's eyes shot open and Arthur looked at his blood shot blue orbs. Alfred's hand reached out to take Arthur's wrist, pulling it to his mouth, sucking on it.
"Go ahead Al drink all you want" Arthur whispered to the boy. Arthurs eyes started getting blurry. He started sucking on Alfred's blood making the liquid circulate between the two of them.
It. Was. Heaven. There on earth, in that second was heaven. The feeling gave Arthur such a rush. Eventually Alfred pulled away from his wrist falling into the snow as his skin started steaming. Arthur picked up the boy carrying him. He went back to where the groups were.
Alistair and Llyweln were by two other vampires one of them Arthur knew. His sister Morgan. The family trouble maker. The girl normally resided in Ireland where somebody could keep an eye on her but not have to be around.
The wolves were bristling at her presence by what Arthur could tell and really if Arthur was one of them he would get the hell out of there. Ivan sat there at the front of his pack flanked by Katyusha, Natalya, Raivis, Eduard, and the one who helped him, Toris.
Arthur then turned from them getting into the jet.
"Oh little brother!" Morgan called getting onto the aircraft. Arthur ignored her sinking into a chair, Alfred still in his arms but balanced on his lap. Arthur tried ignoring his sister, closing his eyes to block the fiery redhead from his sight. "Hey Arthur!" She said before he slipped into the warm embrace of unconsciousness.
Arthur's jet landed in England early morning. The sun was just rising, Arthur was however not asleep. He shielded his eyes from the sun he had not seen since he was… ever so much younger. Morgan had fallen asleep in the chair across from Arthur and Alfred. Alistair and Llyweln flew the jet and the other vampire was an old friend of Llyweln's and was Morgans guard.
Alfred stirred on Arthur's chest, moving for the first time since Arthur had turned him. Arthur looked down at him and noticed his wheat-gold hair was shinier than before, his skin was a smooth surface with no hints of teenage acne that had been there before, after all Alfred is nineteen, and then Alfred opened his eyes.
The large blue orbs were a clearer blue than before, no longer bloodshot, framed beautifully by his golden lashes.
"Arthur?" Alfred rasped out. "What are you doing here? Where is Ivan?" Alfred asked looking around. "What happened? I feel strange."
"Hush, love. Go back to sleep" Arthur murmured. Alfred nodded closing his eyes. Arthur looked down at his little sun. He could truly be happy with Alfred. Forever and always. Arthur sighed happily looking at the daylight seeping through the blackout curtains.
"I love you, Alfred F. Jones" Arthur whispered following him into the realm of sleep.
I have reached my goal of 20,000 words and still I'm not done. I still have quite a bit to get out so don't you dare think I'm done. This whole chapter was inspired by Dead in the water by Ellie Goulding. I suggest listening to it, it's a really good song. It's one of the few songs on my iPod in English. Like 90% is not english, 60% is Japanese, 10% is Finnish, 10% is Russian and 10% is miscellaneous (Spanish, French, Norwegian, Swedish, Belarusian, Italian, German, and classical) which is saying something since I nearly have 2,000 songs between my four iPods. I really like classical like Lindsey Stirling, Beethoven (care to guess my favorite of his songs?) Mozart, Alexander Rybak, you know what? I really love violins. Such a sexy instrument. I won't be posting this weekend (as I said last chapter) or the next (because you know I have things going on *coughs* birthday *coughs*) but here's some news! Romano and Japans Mawaru Chikyuu rondo will be coming out on the 24th this month. It's like a birthday present for me! Here's a tidbit about April 23, the day shakespeare was and the day he died (he fell into a river drunk and died), it is also Englands birthday! but most of all its the day I was born!
Responses to reviews (screw the review cap! Just do it!)
Elizabeth Spark
I fangirl over Russia! He's my favorite and people (everybody I know) say I'm just like him. Also I look exactly like his nyotalia version. This is not a claim this is a fact. And I really can't wait to see my present from Siku. She said it was really special (like me. Then of course she had to tack on 'ed'. Dick) and I've been trying to figure it out but nobody knows! Oh well.
the tobi inside me.
Was Arthur pissed off enough for you ^_^ he was for me! I'm not really much of a fighter myself (like Japan. You really have a hard time getting him angry until you involve food. I WILL FIGHT FOR MY FOOD!) and I have a hard time dealing with emotions so I hope you thought I did him justice.
Elle 13izme
I'm continuing I was just depressed, and stressed, and a few other things. I never expected for my life to get more complicated after I started this but it seemed to happen. and I'm glad your'e loving my fic! I love it as well! It's not my most favorite work of mine- that would be the one I'm writing on Deviantart- but it's my number 2!