The Tale of the Canadian Vampire
Chapter Four
Matthew walked up to Francis who was currently licking the deer's blood from his lips, his worn, dirty running shoes getting under him as he got up, brushing any remnants of dirt off of his royal purple shirt, giving him that elegant aura that young women would kill to have. Or so Matthew thought.
"I..," he began only to be cut off by Francis sweeping him over to his cool body.
Matthew was surprised to say the least, not expecting the French vampire to be so forgiving when he hadn't even apologised to him; now that was a first. However, the next thing he truly didn't expect. His body was dipped towards the ground on an angle, like they were in some sort of imaginary dance, his mouth pressed against the neck he had drawn blood from twice before. His arms were dangling helplessly for a moment, briefly brushing against the ground before he came to his senses and wrapped his arms tightly around the broad shoulders, his soft hand tangling in the silky hair that was glistening under the stars, his blonde locks forming a sort of halo around his head.
Somehow, Matthew's teeth seemed to grow longer at the smell of the sweet, French blood coursing through Francis' neck. He soon sunk his teeth into the soft, fleshy surface, letting his teeth penetrate deep enough for him to drink and quench his thirst.
A small, surprising moan caught the Canadian off guard and he pulled away, blinking a couple times. Francis looked down at him and he smirked before he began mouthing something that Matthew couldn't hear and no matter how much he strained to hear what he was saying, it was all an incoherent mixture of words.
"Matthew!" a distant voice yelled and he looked around.
When he looked up at Francis, he was gone and Matthew was laying on the cold, hard ground with no one in sight. The voice continued to yell at him before his eyes shot open, heavy breaths coming from him as he looked around. Francis was bent beside him now and Gilbert could be heard laughing behind him.
"You seemed to have fainted due to the lack of blood. Are you alright? You were eating the grass." Francis said calmly, and Matthew could see that he was trying his hardest to not laugh at him like the albino vampire currently was.
A dark, crimson blush swept across his face and he reached up to cover his cheeks as he nodded his head. "Oui, I'm fine, just hungry," he said, feeling almost dizzy from the lack of blood running through him.
"Ah," came the small reply as Francis helped Matthew to his feet and he pulled him into the bushes, calling at Gilbert to cease his laughter for a moment and hide. The Prussian obeyed though he didn't seem to like it and they all hid in a bush together.
It took a long time for something to happen but another deer passed by, a small doe that held its front leg high in the air to keep it from dragging on the rough, patchy ground.
"Go now and take the deer," Francis urged, giving Matthew a gentle push.
Matthew knew that he would have to learn how to do things on his own and learn by experience so that's exactly what he did.
Slowly, he crept out of the bush, aware of the eyes watching his every move. He took a small breath, lurking in the shadows so the deer couldn't detect him. He crouched down, as still as a statue. Soon enough, the door came closer to him and that's when he made his attack. He leapt out of the darkness and latched onto the doe's neck. She stumbled due to her broken leg and fell flat on the ground.
Matthew's fangs weren't fully grown as they were in his dream so he had to rip the flesh to get at the succulent blood that was coursing through her veins. Once he latched on and began sucking, he went into a sort of daze, wanting more and more.
His heart began to beat in sync with the elegant creature's, feeling it begin to slow. He zoned into his shoulders being shaken and he was pulled from his animalistic haze, hearing what Francis was yelling to him.
"Let go, Matthew! The doe will drag you down to death with it if you continue to drink! It's on the brink of death and if you take another drop of blood from it, you will kill yourself in the process!" he warned, before he ripped the Canadian off of the doe and pinned him to the ground.
Gilbert leapt forward and held down the young vampire's legs, not allowing him to kick and struggle. Francis and Gilbert had been through the process of changing and they knew that it was a tough and long journey to be able to control themselves when gulping down the sweet nectar that ran through animal's veins.
Slowly, Matthew seemed to calm down and they released him from his confines. Francis ran a reassuring hand through his hair, cooing sweet words of nothing to him.
"You will not have to drink for another day. Your body is now satisfied and you're one step closer to becoming a fully fledged vampire like us," he said, ruffling the Canadian's hair.
Suddenly, a shot rang out in the forest and Matthew's body tensed. "Another hunter?' he asked, trying to sit up only to be pushed back down.
Matthew knew that he couldn't feel fear, something that Gilbert had told him before but the look on Francis' fear showed terror and that made Matthew start to rethink things and well, want to get the hell out of there. He was being held down by Francis so he knew some good had to come of it.
"Sleep, Matthew," Francis commanded, his voice a voiced sounding strained and panicked.
He nodded his head and he closed his eyes, but he couldn't sleep with his heart pounding like it was. Were they going to die? No, he didn't even know if he could but now was not the time for questions.
He pretended to sleep as the footsteps got louder, the trees quaking under the massive feet that approached. A loud, inhuman call rang out from the forest and it made the Canadian's ears feel like they were about to bleed. He didn't notice that he was trembling until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He slowly cracked open his eye and he looked over to the one who called himself awesome. His face was whiter than snow, like he saw a ghost or something. Why weren't they running? He wanted to scream at them and tell them to hide.
Was he dreaming again? Surely he was. He shut his eyes tightly and counted to ten, this would all be over soon and he would wake up on the fluffy mattress, enveloped in a cool hug by the French vampire. Oh, how he yearned for that.
The footsteps stopped coming and when he opened his eyes again, Francis and Gilbert was gone and his mouth dropped open. He sat up and he gulped at the large pair of glowing, golden eyes staring him down from the shadows.
The creature took one large step into the clearing, it's eyes turning to the same shade as Gilbert's. Matthew wanted to run, but he was frozen in his place. The creature took graceful steps over, something that seemed impossible for how large it was.
It was a dark black creature, it's wings tucked in behind it's back. Its aura dripped with darkness and evil, it's massive form supporting two giant legs underneath of it that was scaly and looked rough to the touch.
It walked closer and grabbed Matthew by the neck, dragging him up into the thin air. His eyes widened but he still felt no fear. He was sure the creature still had some type of paralysis power that it used against him, shocking him into place. He gulped softly, it's large mouth opening, giving him a sneak peak at the razor sharp teeth there poked up from its gums.
A laugh suddenly escaped it and Matthew's eyes began to water at its rancid breath. A grin crossed its face and it spread out its large wings, taking to the air.
"Seems your little friends left you behind," it said, its voice deep and filled with hatred. "It doesn't matter, you'll be dead soon."
Matthew's eyes watered more, but not from its breath. So vampires could die, but he wasn't technically one yet; did the creature of the night know this? He was ripped from his thoughts as he slipped out of the beast's hand like he was a stick of butter, plummeting towards the earth below.
A ear shattering screech left its mouth and he shut his eyes tightly, repeating to himself that he was going to be fine. His mind shut down, making him black out from the speed he was going at.
Lilac orbs fluttered open, feeling an uncomfortable source of light hitting the side of his face, trying to warm up his pale skin. His hand lurched forward, his broken nails, digging into the dirt. He pulled himself out of the sun and he rolled onto his back, looking around.
He tilted his head upwards and his eyes widened at the sight. He wasn't dead, he was in a jail cell! The metal bars were thick, trapping him inside the claustrophobic room. He took deep breaths, wanting to scream for help.
The floor trembled underneath of him and he pushed his acing ankles into the ground, jetting himself backwards until his back hit the wooden wall that was keeping him caged in, separating him from the outside world.
"Well, well, looks like someone finally decided to wake up," a voice rang out.
He tilted his head up and saw a human in front of him. He got up and stumbled over to the bars, wrapping his thin hands around them. "Please let me out of here," he begged, giving the man pleading eyes.
A laugh echoed from the walls and a dark light radiated from the man, making Matthew's eyes grow huge as he watched the form in front of him completely change to something else.
"Stupid human, you'll never understand. Or shall I say, vampire," the words were spat out at him.
He craned his neck upwards, seeing the same creature as before. This was no ordinary creature though, "you're a shapeshifter," Matthew whispered, letting the words escape before he could stop them.
Oh no, then he remembered how he called Francis a monster for killing something that looked like a hunter. He didn't kill a hunter, it was a shapeshifter, and Matthew didn't give him time to explain that.
He mentally cursed himself, angered that he didn't even give Francis a chance to try and explain himself. 'What a selfish man I am," he thought to himself, heaving an inward sigh.
Another laugh boomed from the shape shifter and it grinned, it's rotten and decayed teeth emitting a heinous odor. This time, Matthew plugged his nose, making the beast furious. It suddenly appeared in front of him, a gigantic hand wrapping tightly around his neck, the deadly claws sinking into his pale flesh.
"It seems you have a death wish," it growled, tossing Matthew against the wall like he was something that needed to disappear from the world.
He fell to the dirt floor, inhaling far too much of it to be healthy. He began hacking, trying to expel it from his lungs. The creature left him in the dust and dirt, letting him try to cope with the loneliness.
Something told Matthew that he was not going to be set free soon and if he was, he would be dead.