=Note= Hi guys! So here's another chapter for you. I wanted to take my time with this one because this chapter's a little tricky for me. Like I said a while back, I hate writing beginnings of stories. They seem to drag on forever and then some. But I'll try my best at it and give it a shot!

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British Butler

Chapter 5: My Butler, Attacked

"Come now Alfred, it's only a few days before your performance," Arthur sighed in irritation. After only a few days of working with him, Alfred improved far more than when Roderick was teaching him. His pace was still not at the point of perfection, but Arthur knew the boy was trying his best. With only a few mistakes, those could simply be adjusted accordingly.

"But I'm tired," Alfred whined. "Can we take a break?"

"Not until you get that last note right," Arthur said. "No, come on lad. I know you can do it. You're just lazy off your arse."

"What does 'arse' mean?" Alfred asked, titling his head. Arthur rolled his eyes.

"A word you should never use again," he said. "Now-"

"Sorry for interrupting, but Mr. Bonnefoy wants to see you," Elizeveta said as she stepped into the room. Arthur groaned a scowl of irritation knitting across his thick eyebrows.

"What does that bloody…what does the master want?"

"I'm not sure," Elizeveta said with a shrug. "He wouldn't tell me. Maybe you should go. It seemed important. I'll handle Alfred until you get back."

Arthur closely watched the woman as she smiled, her hand innocently placed on the boy's shoulder. Alfred looked uncomfortable, but Arthur didn't put a real thought to the expression.

"Very well," he said. "Keep on practicing Alfred. I want those notes right when I get back."

"O-Okay," the younger blonde said as Arthur left the room. Arthur frowned at this. Something was not quite right. If Francis wanted anything important to be done, he would have personally come to him. And how Alfred was acting…and Elizeveta had a rather uncomfortable vibe around her. It was like it wasn't her at all.

Arthur stopped in his stride when the room got heavier and stuffier. He turned around to look behind him but nothing was there. The halls seemed rather dark though, as if something was lingering in the shadows. Reaching in his pocket for the small chef's knife he kept there, he headed once again to his Master's study.

Gently tapping on the door, Arthur entered without much of an answer welcoming him in.

"Master Bonnefoy?" he called in. Peeking, the room was much rather empty. The curtains were indeed drawn from earlier in the morning, but the room itself was left untouched. Wine glasses littered the side-tables the bed was still messy and clothes were everywhere.

Arthur frowned at this. He knew Francis went to town that morning and the room was tidy. How can it be so messy now?

The door slammed shut behind him, making him jump. Quickly turning, Arthur ran to the door and pulled on the handle. "Damn it!" he cursed. He banged on the door calling out. "Open this bloody door! Is someone out there?"

"Ahhh! I surrender! I surrender!" he heard a loud cry coming from the other side. Arthur's eyes grew, raising his leg and kicking the door down with his full strength. The mahogany wood splintered and shatters, falling to the ground with a loud bang.

"Feliciano!" he called out.

"Somebody help me!" the Italian cried from the direction of the kitchen. Arthur growled, sprinting in the direction were the voice called for aid. He turned the corner, coming to a complete stop when he caught the sight before him.

Two males stood, corning the Italian. One had long, dark brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail while the other had jet black. They both growled, stepping closer and closer to the frantic Italian.

"Ahhh! Don't kill me please!" Feliciano cried, waving a white napkin back and forth. "I'll do anything you want, I swear!"

Arthur smirked, pulling the knife from his back pocket and aimed it. With a smooth flick of the wrist, three knives escaped his fingers, launching at their targets. One of the vampires was impaled through the head. The other dodged.

Landing smoothly on his feet, the vampire turned towards Arthur with a sneer. A large smile formed on his face, his fangs showing, making the Italian scream.

"Well, well," he said. "A human so boldly facing against me. I must admit, you must be good since you too down my partner, aru."

"You don't belong here," Arthur said, dusting off his pants. "Now if you don't mind, make your way towards the door or I will escort you myself."

The vampire snickered, crouching in a stance that seemed as though he was about to attack. "How dare you threaten me!" he snapped. "I'll make you my fest instead!" The vampire hissed, charging at Arthur.

The Brit let out a sigh, jumping in the air making the other miss. Turning a back flip and landing on the balls of his feet, Arthur whipped out a coupe knives, throwing them like darts at the other.

The young male dodged them, charging at him again. Arthur clicked his tongue in irritation, taking a table that stood beside him and threw it at the other. On impact, the vampire hissed. Arthur grinned, throwing another knife at the other, landing squarely in the other's heart.

"Feliciano. Set those bodies on fire before they come to," Arthur ordered. "I'm going to check on young master and the others."

"What!? You're leaving me here?" Feliciano said with panic in his tone. "Don't leave me here alone! What if they kill me!?"

"They will do no such thing if you listen to me!" Arthur snapped. "Just do what I say. If you take forever they'll wake up and if the attack, I won't help you!"

"O-Okay," Feliciano whimpered. Arthur turned around, heading the opposite direction until the other called him.

"Yes, what is it?"

"H-How do you know so much about…them?" he pointed at the two on the ground. "What are they and what do they want?"

"They're vampires," Arthur said with a serious tone. "As for what they wan, I have no idea. And how do I know about them…" Arthur just turned and left. Feliciano blinked after the other.

I wonder why he's acting so strange… he said to himself. One of the vampires groaned, making the Italian squeak. "Ahhh! Please Arthur! Don't leave me alone with these guys!"

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Arthur ran through the hallways, eyes searching here and there. He came to a pause, looking left and right before dashing off in another direction.

"Arthur!" someone called his name.

"Alfred!" Arthur called back, quickening his pace. He sped down the halls, coming to a stop in front of the door that stood as a barrier between the hall and Alfred's room. He grabbed the knob, shaking it. It was locked.

"Bloody hell," he grumbled under his breath.

"Arthur! Help me!" Alfred's voice cried out.

"Hold on, Alfred!" he called out. He rammed his shoulder into the door with all his strength. With only two hits, the frame came off, causing the door to crash to the ground. Arthur wildly looked around, eyes wide with panic.

"Alfred?"

"Arthur!"

Arthur turned only to see a record player in the corner. The device was playing Alfred's voice over and over again. Arthur scowled at this. But before he could draw a conclusion, something hard hit him in the back of the head.

He was out cold.

=Note= …yeah, sorry for the short chapter ya'll. Forgive me please. Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed in an the little…sort of cliffhanger. What happened to Alfred? It's for me to know and for you to find out soon!

Hey! Guess what? I'm uploading a new story! This one's kick-ass though and full of bad-ass action! It's called "Taken" and you'll see why it's called that if I ever post it up. Probably tonight or sometimes this week. We'll see!

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