I is so so so sorry this took so long XD In actuality I had forgotten about this fanfic until I was searching the depths of my computer.. But! I shall now finish it... eventually, I have the 4th chapter now though! So yay for that! Sorry if there are any spelling/grammar errors, have fun reading!

Chapter 4:

On the hunt, for food or freedom?

All the albino Prussian seemed to be good at would be annoying Francis, hitting on Michelle, and talking about how awesome he is. Which honestly is a lot considering how little intelligence he probably has in that brain of his, if you can call it that. He had been at Francis' mansion for about twenty hours before the half-demon decided he and Michelle would go hunting, partially because Michelle wouldn't stop bothering him about it, partially because he himself was hungry, but mostly to escape his 'friend'.

"Papa! Are you ready to go?" Michelle shouts from the bottom floor, her voice ringing up to Francis' ears as he puts on his black trench coat and ties his hair up with a blood-red ribbon.

"Oui, oui Michelle. Calm down, there are plenty of humans in London. Believe me they aren't going anywhere." Francis suddenly appears next to Michelle as she lets out a small squeak from being startled. "Gilbert." He growls, directing his tone to the albino lounging in a char and reading a certain volume of pornography that he brought with him. "Watch Arthur while we are gone. If I find even a scratch on his body I will rip off your dick and shove it down your throat, understood?" His voice held a certain ambiance and power that Gilbert shook his head lightly at.

"Okay dude, whatever. But if you do that it'd be really hard for my awesomeness to please your dau-" Gilbert received a rather hard punch in the gut from Michelle as she smiles innocently.

"Are we going now Papa? I can't wait to taste human blood again!" She pleaded, hoping that Francis wouldn't dig into what Gilbert was about to say.

"I... What was he.." Francis starts out before making the mistake of looking into Michelle's puppy dog look. "Fine, I'll drop the subject.. for now. Come along, we are wasting night time, oui?" The large doors squeaked open as the father-daughter duo stepped into the cold, rainy streets of London.

Hunting is an easy sport for demons, pick a target, lure them in, and go for the kill. Simple. Although tonight for some reason there were fewer people out than usual, which struck the duo as odd, but they shook it off. It had been about half an hour now since they left and they had yet to find someone fitting their appetite, for even though demons can't get STD's prostitutes don't taste very good.

"Papa! Papa there!" Michelle squeaks out, pointing to a shadowed figure wandering the streets.

"Shhh, be quiet mon cherie. I'll let you take this one, let's see what you can do, oui?"

Michelle nods before running rather hurriedly to the man wandering the streets. "Sir, sir please help me! This man is chasing me and I'm so scared!" she cries out, fake tears filling her eyes as she continues. "Please, I-I can't run much longer from him.. please help me!"

"C-calm down, are you okay?" The man stutters out drunkenly. Jackpot.

"No! There isn't any time, follow me please!" Michelle takes the mans arm and runs to the nearest alleyway, fake panting heavily. "C-can you protect me?"

"Huh? Oh sure little one! But I do get a reward for helping a sexy little thing like you out, right?"

"Oh yes! Anything you want, just help me. Please!" More fake tears fell from Michelle's eyes as the man wandered closer to her, she can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I could get my reward now. You look defenseless.." The man ran a hand along her face, taking her hair and forcing them into a rough kiss.

Braking the kiss and growling roughly Michelle grins out, "How about no." All the tears are gone from her eyes as she snaps the mans neck, his lifeless body falling onto the damn alley.

"Marvelux Madeline!" Francis appears from the shadows behind her, smiling proudly as they both look upon the dead body.

"He was going to try and rape me... idiot." Michelle spat out as she kicks his lifeless torso.

"That is going to happen more times than you will be able to count dearie, but you are stronger than any man, non?"

"That's true! Can we eat now?!" She whined out, stamping her feet as her stomach growls unhappily.

"Yes, you get first pick for the amazing acting skills." Francis grinned sadistically as he watched Michelle feast upon the dead man.

"Ahh! That was good!" Whipping a small trace of blood from her mouth Michelle presents the body to Francis who begins his meal. She begins singling lightly to herself as she looks to the half moon.

"Tick-tock, goes the clock, ticks until you're dead.

Tick-tock goes the clock, don't let it get in your head.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, goes the always ending clock,

when it does stop, your heart it will drop!

Tick-tock goes no clock, you're dead and oh so still.

Tick-tock goes no clock, your scream was oh so shrill!"

"Sir and Madam." A shade appeared suddenly as Francis finished his meal. They both looked to the shade, a look of intrigue and frustration dawned on both of their faces. "Something... interesting has happened at the mansion, I believe the one named Gilbert wishes for your return home."

"Merde." Francis spat out as the shade dispersed and the two of them began running down the street.

Swinging the large doors open with little to no effort Francis burst into his house, the doors closing by themselves as the house bends to the half-demon's angered wishes. "GILBERT!" He roars through the house, shades ran into the shadows and dust fell from the ceiling as a bumbling albino came tumbling down the stairs.

"D-d-dude! Y-you gotta get upstairs to your room. This is some serious shit you got yourself into bro!" He was obviously scared out of his tiny little mind, and Francis had never seen him that scared before.

"Gil.. Calm down, it's going to be okay." Michelle soothed as she took the albino into her arms, stroking his hair which made him calm down a tad.

"Mon die.. My own daughter is soothing a damn albino vampire." Francis mutters silently to himself, neither of the others hearing her. "Gilbert?" He said more audibly this time as his 'friend' picks his head up from Michelle's arms. "Where is Arthur?"

"Y-yeah.. about that bro, you really need to go upstairs..." And that was all that was needed to send Francis running at the speed of darkness up the stairs and into his room, ignoring all the shades that warned him to turn back. The doors swung open, the house trembled with the anger seething off of Francis.

"You have got to be kidding me." Francis growls angrily as he stares blankly at the man standing in the center of his room, holding a struggling Arthur in his arm. "Mon petit lapin.. Shh, shh calm down, everything is going to be okay." Francis attempted to sooth the British man from a distance, although it didn't seem to help.

"You bloody frog! Get me out of this already." He growls rather upset, if the situation hadn't been so dire Francis would have punished him. But alas, that's not the case.

"Let him go, now." Francis growled at the figure who hadn't said anything yet, although at the demand he dropped the struggling Brit. Arthur hit the floor rather roughly but quickly ran behind Francis, wrapping his arms tightly around the Frenchman's torso.

Finally the man who released Arthur finally spoke, his voice held a deep ambiance as well as power and ambition. "As you wish... son."

Sorry it was a bit shorter than my other 2 chapters XD I was trying to finish this chapter before work today and I wanted it to end on a cliffhanger! Leave reviews if you liked it, or hated it, that works too.. Remember that reviews save Hitler babies!

Fare-thee-well my lovlies! Je t'aime mon amis~ -hugs for all-