Moon Stalkers: Alfred's story
Chapter 8
A/N: Most of chapter is italicized. I figured the story would flow better if I did a direct account of Alfred's story as opposed to him telling Arthur. So I hope this is easier to read~ Enjoy everybody~
"Alfred!" a shrill voice called from in front of me. I looked up and smiled seeing my mother. I stood up and dusted my pants off.
"Hey Ma, what's up?" I asked, wiping my forehead. She didn't smile like usual; all that was on her face was a stiff smile. I blinked and looked around, not seeing anything visibly wrong with her.
"We need to have a talk my dear son." Was all she said before turning around to walk to our house. I sighed and left my things there, figuring I could get them later tonight. When I reached out home there were a few state vehicles parked in front. "Oh no..." My mother murmured softly. I looked down on her, being tall for my age, and walked to our door as she grabbed my arm.
"What the hell is going on Ma?" I asked as I walked through the door. I was greeted by two men sitting at the table with my father. He had a large wad of cash in his hand and a whole briefcase behind him. My eyes narrowed at him. I had never liked my father; he was always a prick and often made my mother cry.
He looked up with green eyes that, thankfully, didn't resemble my eyes, and smirked at me. "Guess all the trouble over the past few years was worth exactly 15 million." He said and stood up. "He is all yours boys. Ally, come here." He said. My mom looked at him in disgust and me in sympathy. I was confused and frightened by how I knew nothing about the situation.
The men at the table stood, a third returning from what I assumed was the restroom. The two at the table were very big and seemed to be strong. The one from the hallway was skinnier and looked to be in his early thirties. I blinked and stepped backwards, the door still open. "What the Hell is going on?" I asked hesitantly. The man in his thirties smiled at me softly.
"Hello Mr. Jones. I am Peter Kirkland, I am with the Human Genome project and we have altered a sector of our funding to developing a better and stronger human. 16 years ago I was assigned as the leader of the organization. I tried for many years to match up certain cells and create a new kind of human. All other attempts failed or died during pregnancies. However, only one lived." He smirked at me and my stomach went cold.
This man was insane. Changing humans and creating a new form of life basically, was he trying to play God? "That one that survived was you Alfred. The one that works with humans are Vampire Bats." He said. My stomach dropped and I felt like throwing up. I didn't have to drink blood at least. "All the tests and doctor visits you have had were all testing your fitness. We now have enough information to continue creating more like you Alfred. However, there is more to learn about you so you must come with us." He finished. I shook my head, my whole body shaking now. I knew what the bigger men were for now.
They roughly tackled me and pinned my arms. I struggled the whole time and even got elbowed once in the face. After they had me retrained, the man who had noticeably big eyebrows thanked my parents for their cooperation. I stared at my mother, waiting for her help. All she offered was a sad and sympathetic look with blue eyes like my own and turned around to close the door.
Without much more of a fight I sat in the back of the car and tilted my head downward, my bangs falling over as a single tear fell down my cheek. Thankfully, instead of being prodded with questions the ride was completely silent. What a birthday. Happy 16thI thought bitterly before closing my eyes and sleeping.
**Time skip of 2 years**
"I see you have finally stopped growing Alfred." A seemingly friendly voice said from behind me. I threw the ball up and caught it before turning to look behind me.
"Hello Professor Kirkland." I replied duly and returned to tossing my ball.
"Hello Alfred. How are your powers developing?" I smirked and in a moment my ball was buried deep in a wall, barely missing the professor. He, however, offered me nothing and wrote in his notepad. "Your strength is above average as is your speed." He wrote.
I raised an eyebrow at him and sighed. "Wow old man, did you forget about my mind-reading?" I asked. "Cause they are both better than average." I said. This time he did chuckle at me and looked at me from his glasses.
"I see that works rather well. Any new abilities?" He asked. I smirked.
"Watch this old man." I replied and held my hand upright, palm facing the roof. I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe. A moment later the ball from the other side of the room was in my hand. I opened my blue eyes and cheered in success. "What do you think?" I asked, smiling. He chuckled and wrote it in.
"Impressive. Is that all?" I nodded in response. He handed me a bag of blood and left. With a small wince of disgust, I bit into the bag and drank it dry. I hated this. I closed my eyes and lied back on my bed, reminiscing in the days I would lie outside in the backyard of my old home. With such thoughts, I fell asleep.
**Time Skip**
"Ugh!" I grunted as I was kicked violently. I stood up and snarled angrily, going to attack the tall man again when the collar on my neck shocked me again. I was stunned long enough for him to hit me across the face with a lead pipe. I shouted and fell back.
"You have very good stamina. How much longer can you take though?" He said, a disgustingly Russian accent sounding smug to my ringing ears. I wiped my mouth and stood up.
"Long enough to kill you." I replied and tried to attack him again, repeating this process until an hour later when my body was too weak to stand up. The man walked over and put his boot on my face and smirked at me. I glared; my formerly blue eyes red.
"I could have killed you had you not kept me off of blood for a week. Commie Bastard." I spat in his face. He chuckled and tilted my face with the pipe.
"How cute, you still resist. I am bored now or I would continue to beat you. Until tomorrow, Fredka." He said before leaving. I sat up and winced. My whole body was covered in footprints or long bruised lines from the pipe.
The door behind me opened and I turned around with a snarl to see Kirkland there. I stood up 1quickly, a look of complete rage on my face. "What the hell Kirkland! Why am I being beat every day!?" I asked. He gave me a sad expression.
"I was replaced as leader of the team. Ivan was elected to be put next. During the… test, your brain was being constantly scanned by the collar around your neck. They are testing your nerves and brain patterns, this time for pain. It was discovered that crippling blows to a human are little more than a skinned knee to you." He said. Red blotted my vision. "Seeing how you have remarkable healing abilities, Ivan intends to do brain surgery on you as well, being the top in his field."
I bit my lip, but not from what he was telling me. He was human and had precious, life sustaining blood running though his veins. I inched closer as he spoke. "I' m sorry Alfred, I tried hard to protect you but I can't…. Happy Birthday by the way." He said. I paused and looked at him as he pulled a bag of blood from behind his beck. I blinked, not comprehending the situation before grabbing the bag and sinking my fangs into it. I gave a moan of appreciation at it and in moments the bag is empty. My red eyes were a deeper color and were looking at him hungrily. Suddenly instinct took over my rational mind.
"Hmm… for a scientist you are not very smart." I said before standing in front of him. I smiled happily at him, my teeth covered. "Peter Kirkland~" I said, my voice chipper, dropping in tone as a smirk replaced my smile. "It was nice knowing you." I said before biting him. He gave a gasp of pain and went to push me away. The natural pain-numbing venom a vampire bite was translated to give the recipient pleasure, so he swiftly stopped resisting.
I didn't stop drinking until he barely had a pulse. Once I came back to myself I pulled back and caught his limp body in my hands. Small tears began developing in my eyes. I may not have liked the man, but I refused to become a murderer of somebody who tried to take care of me. "Peter! Don't die Professor" I cried loudly, shaking him. He managed to focus his eyes on me and gave me a sad smile. I am so sorry Alfred… The tears began falling.
Something clicked in my mind, thankfully at that moment. I bit my wrist open, creating a large wound that bled. I hurriedly pressed it to his lips and stared at him. "Please, trust me Professor, drink it." I said softly. He blinked in confusion but seemed to understand because he sucked lightly on my wrist. I winced at the pain but pulled through it.
I started screaming at him as he closed his eyes. I shook him again and the wound closed up. "No! Stop it Kirkland! Don't die on me please!" I pleaded with him. Not a moment later his heart stopped. I scream at him and in the morning other people came in to get him, me still holding his body as I stared at the man.
**3 days later**
The only good thing that had come from that night was that everybody was afraid to even be in my presence. Blood was even given to me through a hole in the door. With this information, it is safe to assume I was surprised when the door opened after three days without human contact.
I turned around slowly, not wanting to scare who was there. I stopped dead and stepped back. "Impossible! You are dead, I… I killed you!" I shouted. Peter Kirkland was standing there, a gentle smile on his face.
"You did kill me, but when you gave me your blood it changed something in me. For some reason I woke up this morning to find out I was a vampire like you. You see, by doing that you managed to change me and save my life." I blinked and leaned back.
"Who else knows?" I asked softly. He smirked at me, a fanged smirk that was just like mine.
"Only the 5 dead people in the hallway. Unlike you Alfred, and please do not change, I have no problem killing others." I shivered as he spoke so coldly. "I am getting you out of here."
My eyes narrowed at him. "I want to pay a visit to Ivan first." I told him. He blinked at me before sighing.
"Are you sure about that Alfred?" I nodded quickly, my eyes going red.
"More than ever." Not a minute later I stood outside his door. With a smirk I opened the door with a loud bang.
"Hello Fredka." He replied without turning around. "I have been expecting you since Professor Kirkland died. I assume he is alive now, correct?" His tone pissed me off. In another moment I pinned him to the wall, my fangs elongated and gleaming menacingly.
"Don't act so nonchalant, you prick!" I shouted angrily. "You are about to feel the worst pain imaginable. I hope you feel this until your dying day, because that day isn't today!" I snarled. His eyes widened and smiled at me.
"Do it Fredka. I do deserve it." I blinked and my hands shook. "After all, I have tortured you; hurt you, all for science. However, I am not the villain who created you, made you who you are, or planned you. Remember that." With that I buried my fist in his face over and over, a blind anger taking me over. A few minutes later a hand touched my shoulder.
I turned, my face having a splatter of blood on its cheek, to stare at the patient face of Peter. "Alfred, you are going to kill him. Don't be a murderer." That stopped me. I let go of his limp body and fell to my knees.
"I am horrible." I murmured softly. Peter tugged my shirt, urging me to my feet. After another moment staring at the barely breathing man I left with the former professor.
**Time skip 2 years**
"It would appear that you stopped growing after you turned 19." Peter said. I stared at him with a bored expression.
"Cool… do you want to say it for the thirteenth time?" I asked sarcastically. He just sighed and glared at me.
"Perhaps if you gave notice of what I had said I wouldn't repeat myself." He replied, exasperated. I blinked and turned around with a smile.
"Perhaps if what you had to say was interesting I would listen?" I said, my tone condescending. He sighed again and looked at me.
"You are such an ass. Come on, we are in Japan and they actually have nice shops around here." He said, standing. Since that day we have been being rouges, actually evading the government for the most part. I stood up and followed.
The crafts and beautiful shops were mesmerizing. I sighed as we walked around, stopping at some places. Peter and I would have to feed soon; sadly the people here weren't as willing to throw themselves on us like those in America. I growled irritably, getting hungry.
I suddenly found myself on my ass staring at somebody. I blinked before growling and getting up. "Watch where you're going!" I barked. The man on the floor jumped and grew flustered, sparking my confusion and guilt.
"Su-Sumimasen. I didn't see you there." He replied, words quick. He kept his eyes low and made a low bow almost. I raised an eyebrow in confusion and smiled softly.
"Don't worry about it dude! I wasn't paying attention and was being rude. How about I buy you a lunch for the trouble?" I then paused. "I insist." I said as the man opened his mouth to decline.
The corner of the small man's lips twitched into a small smile. He bowed again. "Doomo arigato." He said with a smile. I frowned.
"Um… I think you are welcome and stop the bowing crap. I'm 19, and American, not a prince. Lighten up." I said and turned around. "I'm Alfred, and you?" I asked, digging my hands in my pockets while walking. The man obviously was thrown for a loop.
"Honda Kiku. And It is pleasant to meet you." He said formally. Figuring that was the best I would get I smiled.
"Well where is a good place to go for chow? I'm new here so direct me to a nice place." I told him. As requested I was led to a sushi restaurant that looked a bit upscale. As we sat down as shot Kiku a teasing smirk. "You are getting a free lunch at a rather nice place; did you plan to run into me?" I asked.
The man grew sharp and looked at me sadly. "Not at all. You wanted a good place." Was his reply. I chuckled and really looked at him. He was rather attractive. The small frame was cute and then his eyes, they looked so dull yet lively. His skin was remarkably similar to porcelain as well. My cheeks colored and I looked away. Just saying he's attractive. I told myself. I then noticed Peter's absence, but let it go.
My look didn't go unnoticed. He blushed slightly and ordered for us in Japanese. We had a rather nice time; I even got him to laugh a few times. Afterwards we made plans to see each other again.
All in all, my first date was a complete success.
I swallowed roughly as I stared at Kiku. We have been dating for a few months now, and he still didn't know what I was. Tonight I promised myself to tell him. "Alfred?" He said, his accent sounding so cute.
I blinked and stared pleadingly. "Alright, Kiku. What I am about to show you won't be pretty… please don't panic or freak out." I said, true fear of that result evident in my voice. Kiku only nodded, his face solemn but eyes conveying his surprise and alarm at my tone.
I took a deep breath and let my features shift, the fangs elongating while my eyes went a ruby read. My skin went from a healthy tan to a corpse pale. I took another lungful of air, this time it being a bit strained. I hadn't fed in almost two days and Kiku was so close.
I stared at him, keeping my body ridged so he wouldn't be scared and run. He did the opposite. His eyes were wide in surprise but not anything else I expected. Slowly the slight man took steps towards me. My breath hitched as he came closer, his scent on me.
My eyes shut as he rested a small hand on my cheek. "Alfred… look at me." He commanded in his soft but authoritative voice. Without another wasted moment I did. I gasped, seeing love and adoration in there along with confusion and surprise.
"Kiku…. You aren't afraid." I asked; my voice rough as I pushed back my hunger.
"You have never given me reason to be afraid." Was his simple and meaningful reply. I grabbed the man to me and my fangs glistened in the moonlight.
"I should be making you afraid, but you don't seem fazed… How can you still look at me like that? I am a monster Kiku; I drink the blood of living people. Why aren't you afraid?" I asked him, my mouth above his neck.
I felt him shudder in my arms, but he made no movement to escape. "Alfred, the reason is because I love you. You are not a monster; you have the biggest heart of any person I have met. You may not think so, but I see it. I am not afraid of you and never will." Something in me broke for the first time.
The only person who I could say loved me was my own mother, but she had given me away. My red eyes flashed back blue as tears slid down my cheeks. I held onto the man and cried into his shoulder, my grip just short of painful. "Don't lie, you really love me?" I managed between cries.
"I do not lie, Alfred, you know that." With that I nuzzled his neck while tears flooded my cheeks. I looked up at his patient brown eyes, full of sympathy and love he confirmed.
"Please Kiku…" I murmured, my voice trailing off. Something strange entered his eyes, which I recognized as apprehension, before he nodded. I kissed his neck and bit into it as gently as I could. He jerked in surprise and shock. I let him go as he grabbed my shoulders.
I prepared to move away when he emitted a small noise and tilted his head up. Using my powers I understood he wasn't in pain, just shock. I smiled softly and focused on making it feel good for him while I fed.
After a few minutes I pulled away, a small tint of color on my pale cheeks. I reverted back to my human appearance as I caught his swaying form into my arms. He smiled up at me while his cheeks went a deep red. "That… wasn't bad Alfred." He said. I smiled at picked him up.
"Kiku…. I love you too." I whispered into his ear. For the first time since I was taken from my home I felt loved and whole. The small puffs of breathe against my neck was more than enough to prove it to me.
**Time skip 1 year**
I kept Kiku close to me as we walked down the bleach white walls of the White House. They had finally found us after so long. I had tried to get Kiku to leave, but he refused to. I was then forced to take him with me. When a man reached out to grab Kiku I pulled him to me with a growl, my fangs bared and eyes red. I was extremely protective of the other.
We, as in Kiku, Peter and I, were led into the room where the director of national security was. He was old but didn't look helpless by any means. A blank look was on his face until we sat down and the door behind us shut. "Hello Alfred." He said. My teeth grinded, but I refused to answer.
"Why the hell are we here for? I haven't done anything wrong!" I shouted, still staying close to Kiku. He raised an eyebrow at my strong response.
"Your help is needed." I raised an eyebrow and relaxed a little more, my eyes swirling with a bit of blue in them now. I stayed silent but made a motion for him to continue. "We are at war with the Middle East. They refuse to give oil to us anymore and we are running out. If you help us out, we will let you have whatever you desire." He said.
I paused and looked at Kiku. He was biting his lip and staring at the man warily. We both knew men like him could not be trusted. I stared at him and stood. "I refuse." I told him. His lips twitched in amusement. "And we are leaving. Stop us and you die." Without another word we all left.
"Kiku!" I cried, looking for him. I had gotten a note that he was here. I looked around frantically; the building was burning around me. I was panicking, I would find him. Suddenly the strong scent of blood filled my nostrils. My eyes went wide and I ran to the source.
My breath caught as I found him. He was going to die… He was too far gone. I fell to my knees by the man, tears pooling in my eyes. He was stabbed multiple times; even things were carved into his arms. "Sadiq!" I shouted. The Turkish vampire was at my side in an instant, not wincing at the sight. "Get him out… and keep him alive until I get there." I said; my voice bitter and dark. Nothing showed behind the mask on his face and moment later he was gone.
I looked around the house and saw a slip of paper burning at the edges. I grabbed it and read it quickly. My eyes narrowed and I shoved it into my pocket before joining the rest of my group outside. Kiku was on top of a soft blanket. I shot Yao and Im YongSoo a look. They nodded and left to keep the rest of the community from noticing. I picked up Kiku and cradled him in my arms.
I gently brushed his cheek and his eyes opened, dazed and confused. They focused slightly upon seeing me. I smiled weakly at him. Talk to me like this Kiku, don't use your strength. I told him. He smiled sadly at me.
Alfred… I'm going to die aren't I? I winced at the question and nodded.
Y-Yes… I am sorry I can't save you…. His hand tapped my palm.
It was the Americans. There was also a Russian there too… he was like you, not human. Be careful Alfred. Don't be lonely forever… Somebody will love you like I do… don't… give up…. Hope… His heart stopped as his eyes closed. I flew into a panic, trying desperately to bring him back with chest compressions. Sadiq and Antonio had to hold me back. I let out a cry and hung limp.
After a few minutes my group was all there. Sadiq, Peter, Antonio, Yao and Im YongSoo. I sent them a look and wiped my tears away. "… They won't get away with this…"I growled. "The humans are so greedy, they want power, money, and sex, anything they can get their hands on and will do anything to get it… not anymore…" I stood up, my eyes a deep and dangerous red. "No more will they hurt others…" I looked into Peter's apprehensive face. "Start changing people who aren't evil… I will fix everything… Nobody will hurt like this anymore…." I smiled softly to myself, looking quite deranged I bet. I could sense them all growing apprehensive and upset at my words, but they knew that to not listen was to die. I was thrice as strong as all of them combined. "I will be the hero…"
"America was the first to fall of the nations. I took England next before actually touching the continent of Europe itself. France was next to fall, where I made Francis myself. We were friends for many years before he returned back to France and found his love Jean gone. He changed after that, finally agreeing to join me. In case you were wondering, Arthur, it was a gang who killed her." He told me. His story had me speechless. I wasn't sure whether to be shocked or upset or even mad for his choice.
"It only took 4 years for my race to win… Humans are so weak and easy to trick. Send them a pretty woman or man and they take the sex without a moment of hesitation. In the dead of night they are killed and we win… There was one problem I faced in all those years.
"Ivan never forgot that night. He saw what he did as orders and mine an act of defiance. He has been trying to get even… he even killed Peter…" I bit my lip, he and Alfred were close. I touched his shoulder to encourage him to speak.
"The way we organized things… it fit and made sense. This way even rouges can feed but if they take too much we can stop them… Humans had too much power over the world and left it rotten… I was consumed with pain and anger when Kiku died; I wanted them to suffer, all of you… Peter kept me from doing it."
"Alfred…"
"I still got back at them though…. The ones who took him away from me… They went through horrible pain at my whims. I tortured them until their last ragged breath. The last thing they ever saw was my face." I began scooting back, Alfred was terrifying me now. His sharp blue eyes met my own green. "They were all afraid of me… their eyes looked a lot like yours does." I flinched as he touched my cheek, bringing me closer to him.
He didn't like that and I found myself on my back, staring into ruby red eyes and a smirk. Chills crept up and down my spines as he leaned down. "Are you afraid of me too Arthur?" he asked. I was shocked to hear the scared tone in his voice.
I swallowed and thought about it while my pulse raced. I closed my eyes and couldn't look at him. "Y-yes." I admitted. I cared for him, I wouldn't deny it, but he terrified me at times like this, whenever his eyes were red I felt like I would die. My chest constricted as I thought I said the wrong thing, fearful he would actually hurt me. Words said hours before, when we started his story long forgotten in my mine.
I opened my eyes as a droplet hit my face. My entire body froze. Alfred was crying. His red eyes had melted to a sad and guilty blue. He rolled off of me and stepped off the bed, trying to force back tears. I had hurt him horribly.
"That makes sense. I knew it. I was stupid to ever think I could be loved again." I muttered, almost childlike voice and logic in his words. My heart began hurting for a different reason. He was at the door. "Sorry Sunshine… I didn't mean to scare you… I'll bring you dinner soon."
I went to call for him but my voice didn't work, nothing did. He left as I felt a tear slide down my face. "Alfred..." I muttered as I lied back. He was hurt; he let Kiku go to be with me and I crushed him. I felt like an arse. I went to go after him before falling to the floor, still weak from nearly dying. Tears fell down my cheeks, a rare moment of weakness since arriving. "I'm sorry Alfred." I whispered even thought he was long gone.
"You didn't give Kiku reason to fear you… you have given me many reasons to be afraid… I'm different. I am not Kiku." I said to the empty air. "I am Arthur Kirkland… you need a new key to get to my heart." After crying for a little longer I managed to get back into the bed and fell asleep again, strained and exhausted for no reason.
I hadn't left really, I stood by the door. I refused to let any of my subject see me weak. As I stood there I heard Arthur's heart wrenching words. I gripped my clothes and wiped at my face. He was right, sadly he was right. I closed my eyes and when I opened them they were determined and bright. I would earn his trust, not give him any more reasons to be afraid. I needed a new key? Let me make one, one just for him. I descended the stairs, forming a plan.
I hope you enjoyed the extra long chapter! :D R&R?