Author's Note:^-^' Don't hate me for this chapter...Please? Well, enjoy for the long waited chapter 5! I would've done it sooner, but the holidays came up and I was busy...Sorry...Oh yeah, thank you for the reviews and following/fav'ing! ;3 Always makes my day~!

By the way, how's my grammar? O.o' I feel like I keep switching from pre' and past tense or something...

"I hope you aren't afraid of old houses." Arthur whispered into my ear, after seeing my reaction to his place.

"Not at all…" I replied a false smile plastered on my face.

Arthur's house wasn't big, but it wasn't too small either. It was two stories, and probably had a creepy old basement underneath. The problem with the house was that it was out in the middle of a forest and looked like something out of a horror movie. I'm not the best with horror movies…

"Great, then you could probably stay overnight." He whispered into my ear.

I flushed at the thought. That pervert!

"Dream on" I growled at him.

He smirked. "You're so cute when you're angry, luv." Arthur said winking.

I should've just smacked him right then and there, but I was too terrified his house would eat me or something.

Arthur moved his hand from my waist to holding my hand, he held it up proudly.

"Come along then." He teased and walked me inside.

I scowled and followed along, stupidly. When the door clicked shut, Arthur was on me. I was going to shout, but my open mouth was swallowed up by the Brit's. Quickly, I shoved him off.

"You said we'd talk!" I shouted at him.

"Can't we have a little fun first?" He huffed.

I glared at him. He gave up, sighing.

"I guess you're right, I did say we could talk." He admitted walking into, what I assumed was, the living room.

I followed him, smirking at my little victory. Held off the pervert; Alfred 1, Arthur 0!

"Would you like any tea, luv?" Arthur asked walking from the living room into the kitchen.

"Do you have any beer?" I asked sitting down on the old styled couch.

Arthur turned around and shot daggers at me with his eyes.

"I'm only kidding, sheesh!" I rolled my eyes. "Have any pop?"

"Tea or water, those are the options." He said dully.

"How about neither?" I smiled.

Arthur sighed. "Sometimes I forget what age we are in…" He murmured busing himself with something in the kitchen.

Waiting for him, I looked around the spacy room. It seemed very gloomy and dark, although it was very clean. He had no high tech. electronics, surprisingly. The only thing he did have was a wall phone.

Two loveseats faced each other in the center of the room, a coffee table separating them. One faced away from the large window, the other faced away from the door to the kitchen. On either side of them was a large entrance from the front door and a fire placed that looked like it hasn't been used in a couple of years. On the mantel of the brick fireplace was an old clock with roman numerals.

I looked back out the window. Huge mistake. Outside the window, all you could see was the eerie forest that surrounded the house. A chill ran down my spine, and just then Arthur walked back in. Quickly calming down, I focused on him as he sat down on the couch across from me.

Weird, you'd think the guy would sit next to me.

"I've got some water boiling for the tea, in case you change your mind and care to enjoy some with me." Arthur said jokingly. Well I hope he was joking, I don't want any tea.

"Have you been stalking me?" I blurted out.

The Brit' sighed. "Is it that obvious?" He asked.

So it has been him! Well, at least I don't have to worry about some pedophile coming into the school or something…Arthur wouldn't do that, right?

"Now I get to ask you a question." He declared a smirk spreading across his lips.

Shit.

"Do you love me, Alfred F. Jones?" He asked.

I stared at him, shocked. Is he going to propose to me or something!? What kind of question is that!? I turned pink. Fuck, what do I say?

"Oh Alfred" He sang.

"Give me a minute!" I yelled at him.

He snickered. "It's not math or anything."

"Shut up! If it was math it'd be easier…." I pouted.

If I say yes, I'm gay. If I say no, I could possibly be lying and hurt Arthur.

"If it's about being gay, don't worry about it. Now-a-days people are a bit more excepting. Plus, it could be our little secret." He winked.

Damn mind reader!

"I-I…I don't know…" I stuttered.

Arthur looked at me, shocked.

"What? Did you expect me to confess so easily?" I grumbled.

"You seemed to be a guy who doesn't hold back his feelings." He told me, like he was a bit disappointed.

I let out a deep breath. "Now I get to ask you a question, Arthur!" I said, finally able to counter. "What exactly are you?" I asked.

It wasn't meant to be a serious question, but Arthur suddenly turned nervous.

"W-What do you mean?" He asked, stuttering.

"You always wear long clothes, your lips are cold, and you stalk me with ease." I said chuckling dryly. "You're not exactly a normal guy."

He stared at me, trying to determine something; like if I was serious or not. Damn I must of looked serious.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He muttered, leaning back.

Wait, what? He isn't human? What the fuck!?

"Believe what?" I asked sitting up.

"It's just that…" He trailed off, unable to complete his sentence.

"Just that?" I continued to urge him on. What the hell are you Arthur Kirkland?

"I'm not human…" He said avoiding my gaze.

"Then what are you?" I mused.

"A vampire"

When the hell did I step into a Twilight movie? (Or the classic; "The Twilight Zone"?) I couldn't help myself, I burst out laughing. He's joking! He has to be! Vampires don't exist!

Arthur gave me an annoyed look. "What's so bloody funny?" He asked.

"You're joking, right? You've gotta be! Vampires don't exist." I said, calming my laughter.

"Yet Americans believe in aliens are on earth." The Brit' growled.

"Hey, don't be dissing Americans! You're in their country!" I said, proudly defending my country and my fellow citizens.

He sighed. "So you really don't believe me, do you?" Arthur asked a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Nope"

"Would you care for a demonstration?" He asked.

"Are you going to sparkle in the sun light?" I teased.

"LIKE BLOODY HELL I AM!" He shouted angrily.

Sweet, found Artie's 'touchy' spot. I was going to laugh and tell him to calm down, but a sharp pain in my neck told me not to. I looked to see Arthur on top of me, and not across from me, like he should have been. As what felt like, two needles pushed deeper in my neck; I yelped.

Alright; Alfred 1, Arthur 2…

I moaned as Arthur continued to suck on my neck. Don't think I'm strange or anything, but damn was it hot to have Arthur on top of me! It felt oddly good to have his cold lips against my neck, and him sucking…Did I honestly just say that? I must be going insane!

I finally told him to stop when I was starting to feel cold. He climbed off of me, licking his lips and panting. I sat up dizzy.

"Bloody fuck. Did I really just suck your blood, Alfred?" He asked me between breaths.

I moaned as a reply, no longer feeling strong enough to talk. Shit, I really should have told him to stop the second I felt his teeth on my neck!

"Oh I'm so sorry, luv! I didn't mean to do it! You just got me so mad with that stupid Twilight reference!" He told me, sounding like his heart was broken.

Note to self: Never, ever, talk about Twilight in front of, or with, Arthur. Just don't do it!

A high pitched screaming noise came from the kitchen.

"Oh, bloody hell, the tea!" Arthur cursed.

He gave me a worried glance, and then headed to the kitchen. Some might say that was rude or cruel of him, but I honestly didn't want to face Arthur right then, so I was fine with it. If I wasn't tired before, I was definitely tired now. I groaned and lay down on the couch, closing my eyes.

I should beat that asshole into next week for sucking my blood like that, but I'm too tired to do anything. Plus, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.