So, I attempted a chapter. Idk how this will work because this is not the good at all in my opinion. If i don't attempt to post again its due to my scheduling for college, 3 labs a week with online classes and back to back classes on MWF kind of kills. YAY 21 credit hours~. Well, good luck with this. This is unbeta, so mistakes are probably many in number. Thanks to the supporters out there, you helped boost some confidences.
Gilbert was in his room making careful plans on what was going on. He knew deep in his heart that his old friend would be in his French villa in the countryside of France. "Damn bastard," Gilbert fussed as he drew the outlines of his old friend's villa layout by complete memory, it was as if he was there yesterday with how detailed the blueprints were. As he looked down at the paper there was a slight anger in him. "Why zhe hell do all of my friends have fucking mansions?! THAT IS SO UN-AWESOME!" he banged his head to emphasis his point.
"That could be because you were a migratory vampire and only stayed here when you wanted to stay somewhere long term," chirped an English accent, "And that the only home you actually owned was burned down long ago."
Red looked up into sad green. "How is zhe Alfred?"
Arthur looked at the ground and hugged himself a bit. "He's remembering, slowly, and it's . . . His time this go around is so, so, so very short." Pale hands clinged at where a beating pulse should be. "It hurts me to see him hurting." It was odd for Gilbert to his oldest friend, mentor looking so helpless. "I just want him to be happy, but out of my own damn selfishness I keep bringing him back and I can't leave him alone. I just want . . . I do not deserve to have what I want anymore."
"Arthur, please," pleaded Gilbert, "All would have been fine if there wasn't a constant variable, well more like two variables, in your equation to be with Alfred. One, you have the unpredictable like when he died during childbirth his first life. All was well until the most unknown thing happened. Then there's Francis. I'm sorry that I defended him the past, I thought we were friends, but he was insane and has fallen to the point of depravity and obsession with you. This time I will help you get rid of that part of the equation." Arthur looked at Gilbert and Gilbert just nodded to show that he was serious. "He has long since lost himself. It's time he paid for his sins of obsession."
A small smile formed on Arthur's face and he opened his mouth to reply when a scream emitted from the level above Gilbert's room. The Brit turned on his heels quickly and ran towards his room with a shout, "ALFRED!". Gilbert followed, but stayed by the door as he watched his friend tear his way towards his mate. Red eyes followed the pale being as he all but grabbed his mate and clung to him, whispering words so quiet into his lover's ear that he couldn't, a vampire centuries old, hear. In his chest the albino could feel something, like jolts. It took Gilbert a few minutes to realize that this feeling was jealousy. The albino bit into his lip hard enough that his fangs, presently he was well-fed so they really weren't anything too big, broke the pale skin of his bottom lip; Gilbert stormed away to sulk. Purple eyes glimmered at the sight of the Prussian sulking away.
"Comrade be of the okaying now?"
"Just get zhe fuck away from me!"
A childish smiled stretched against alabaster skin, not at thin as Gilbert's lack of pigmentation skin. "You are the upset right now. You be having the accent of the German in you~"
"For fuck's sake! Arschloch, I am Prussian not German!" Red eyes darted at the Russian. "And you mock me for me accent! You have it the worst! Speaking in twisted tongue that could make any foreigner know that you are foreigner yourself!"
That twisted smile stretched more because Ivan knew his little ploy was working. "So? I am be proud of Russian heritage. As should you~"
Gilbert blinked and frowned before thinking about the statement. He kept trying to make sense of what the crazy Communist bastard was saying. "Just because you turned my arse centuries ago doesn't make me Russian," Gilbert licked his lips and muttered to himself, "No, but means I have crazy Russian Communist for vampire vatti."
"I am not of the communism! Never truly was because I did not do of the partaking of the ideology of Marx's ideas. I just be apart of the Red Army during the Second of the Great Wars for the blood from the camps of concentration that your people designed and used."
"That is so wrong to say!"
"And you are be calling the kettle black!"
Shaking his head Gilbert just pushed the Russian out of the way, having had enough of his maker's shenanigans. "Not dealing with you or your bullshit today old man!" muttered Gilbert under his breath. It is odd that he is my maker, I don't even see him as mine though. I always think of Arthur when it comes to who I am and what I am today because he shaped me into the vampire I am today. Gilbert wandered back to his room and sat on the bed. "Just a bit longer my dearest. Alfred needs help first . . . Only way to have Arthur on my side is to wait and we will need a lot of power to back up your rescuing." Laying down and closing his pale lids, Gilbert began to day dreamed his life with his long lost love.
"Mattea . . . Mattie . . . How I miss you~"
"Alfred, I'm here. I am here for you and only you. Let the pain envelope you to show you who you are. Please." Arthur begged into his lover's ear. Kissing the tanned temple Arthur hugged Alfred's body more tightly and kept whisper softly into his ear. "I'm here. It is me, Arthur James Kirkland, your lover for so very long. Your husband, your mate. I am all yours." He rubbed the American's back and laid down holding onto his lover, who at this point had silenced a bit and was breathing hard.
"H...hurts…." drifted the weak voice.
"I know Al, I know. Bear with it. It will help make you stronger, even if only for a little while," the Brit massaged his lover to keep him calm and to qual the aches, "This time I will give you so much. I will be faster and I will protect you." Thinking about times of the past Arthur started to tear up slowly. "I will do everything in my power to make you happy."
Alfred had fallen back into a deep slumber and was clenching Arthur's clothing tight from the pain that still wracked his body as he slept. Memories of the times before were coming back. The colonization being his first time to exist was blissful. He had first met the English vampire and had even dared to love him as a man and as a supernatural being. It was peaceful then because Francis had yet to interfere, well fully. However, all good things must come to an end and Alfred's end came when his body at the time was ready to give birth. but he had bleed to death. Only ashes remained of him and the flesh of the fetus. Before he knew it Alfred was thrusted back into life a second time, much faster than the natural processes of the world.
His second life was that as a Southern gentlemen. His first life's memories remained sealed away until the the Civil War erupted. It wasn't until Gettysburg that the memories decided to come forth. However, Alfred remained strong and carried on afterward. His second life began it's long journey as a Southern gentlemen, Alfred lived through the war, but at a price of losing his left leg. It was through this that he had met Arthur:
As a twenty year old male veteran Alfred had lost his friends, his family, and his left leg during the war. He had betrayed his kinsmen when he decided to fight for the Union and the price was his leg, or at least that is what he believed. Since the war ended Alfred hobbled around with a crutch tucked tight under his arm. His mannerisms not allowing him to stumble or fall down after learning how to walk with a crutch. That was what he believed until the day he did fall.
A carriage had been approaching hastily as Alfred was crossing the walkway. Sadly, the driver didn't see that Alfred was an amputee and had strongly believed that Alfred would move faster or wait for the carriage to go by. He was wrong. Alfred did try to hobble fast, he had strongly believed he was going to make it across, but the carriage was moving faster than the others he had seen. The horses stopped quickly when they realized that the young American was in the way, but the one reared up and ended up hoofing Alfred in the eye. The second reincarnation fell down and smacked his head off the paved ground. The driver got up and was already yelling and swearing a blue streak until he say that Alfred's one leg was a crutch. "Shit." he mumbled before going to get help.
There was blood already spreading from where Alfred had struck his head against the bricked road. "What is wrong out there?" rang out the English accented voice, "Claude?" A pale colored head peaked out to look, but the scent of the blood that filled the air left nothing to the vampire's imagination. This blood that filled the air was gifted with a rich aroma, not just the irony scent of all blood, but contained an aged-sweetened scent. Arthur Kirkland knew this blood by heart. Green eyes wondered down to the ground, all senses focusing on the blood before viridian eyes peered upon the fallen man. Quickly Arthur jumped out the carriage and onto the streets, rushing to Alfred's side. "Love?" Falling on his knees and cupping his lover's cheek. "All will be well. I swear."
Claude had come back after going up and down, yelling for help. Policeman were on the way, tailing the carriage driver. "I got help. You don't need ta' be touching such matters my'lord." The stout man looked down at the Brit and tried to usher his fare back into the carriage.
"I shall not." Arthur stood and looked at Claude, "Put this man in the carriage. He is to be my charge, for this was because of my rush to get to my lodgings." There was a glint to Arthur's eyes that spoke of a sense of urgency, better yet a sense of fear invoking to the mortal. As the policeman quickly made their way onto the scene the Brit stood up straight. "I am terribly sorry. I was attempting to arrive faster at my destination. I will take full responsibility of this poor veteran." With a glint of Arthur's eyes that peered directly into the poor mortal's hazel eyes, did they find submission, as if the will of someone else was making his choose a path of least resistance.
"Yes. That is, I mean that sounds very well. Thank you for taking care of the man," chimed the mortal, as if the man had an automated reply.
The vampire smiled and returned to the carriage. There lying opposite of his seat was his former mate. "Alfred," smiled Arthur. The vampire got onto his knees on the floor of the carriage and ran a pale finger against the tanned skin. Fangs began to descend from the vampire's mouth, as did his throat become dry from the blood that marked his lover's face and hair. "Your blood smells just as divine as the first time my love," smiled Arthur. The temptation was great to lick the blood, yet instead Arthur wrapped his frock coat around the back of his lover's head to collect the blood and provide a cushion.
Everyone arrived at Arthur's American mansion; his mansion was built around his and Alfred's original house in Virginia. Arthur carried Alfred, who was curled against his chest, into the house and into the bed; before, though, he instructed Claude to bring the luggage in before he was dismissed. Placing Alfred on the bed gently and without disturbing him from his sleep did Arthur see his lover's physical condition. "What have you done to yourself?" Light, pale fingers touched the place where left leg should have been. With a sigh Arthur set himself to getting what was needed: getting water boiled and into a basin was Arthur's first step. Then he began to wash the blood off of Alfred. Until his lover was clean again. Finally, the vampire bandaged his lover's head to protect the wound from getting infected after placing a healing salve that was Arthur's blood. A kiss was placed gently on Alfred's head, a cool kiss. "I have missed you so very much." Cool tears rained down slowly, "God. Y-you are here and mine. I love you."
Laying down by his lover he gazed at the beauty. A small smile peaked on Arthur's face before touching the American's face again. The vampire missed many things in his life, but touching his lover's face and being in his presence again was the most he missed of all in his long and unnatural life. It had been over a few centuries, since the late 1600s since he had seen his lover, had the chance to touch him, and to just bask in his presence.
It took nearly a day before the vampire's mate had awaken and when he did it was extremely clear that he was confused because at that time and sometime before the collision did Alfred start and was having memories, maybe even dreams, about odd things. "Where," Alfred groaned, "Am I?" Tanned hands reached and touched the wound, which had closed at this point, and hissed with pain. "Owww . . ." The American only knew one pain that was close this pain he felt at that moment: the time we had his leg amputated while fully awake with no anesthetics.
"Shhh, you had a nasty fall. I would not touch that spot on the back of your head until a few days from now. Give it a chance to heal up a bit," replied a light, yet accented voice, " I am Arthur Kirkland, I am here for you now I swear I will protect you from anything."
Lids opened slowly, revealing cloudy sky blue eyes. Arthur winced at seeing a great deal of the light in those former happy eyes gone. Deep in the vampire's soul did he know that his lover had experienced great hardships for such a young age. Those blue eyes zeroed in on the Brit's face and Arthur could see that his lover's mind was trying to piece together the relationship between the two of them. "I know your face . . . Why do I know it?" A small smile formed on Arthur's face as his lover was making the connections slowly. "You're British," Alfred groaned in small pain, "And i . . . Immortal s-somehow." There was pain that rang inside of Alfred's head. "H-hurts."
Arthur frowned and lightly stroked Alfred's face. "I am those things, and I am sorry you are hurting. You will be better. I swear you will be." The Brit smiled, revealing pearl and peaking fangs. The American eyes looked at the pointed objects and reached out slowly touching one; stroking his thumb against sharp object. Arthur closed his eyes and allowed the physical interaction to continue. The American stroked the fang carefully and pressed his thumb against the one gently to test and see the sharpness of such a weapon. The thumb pressed too hard and pricked the American's thumb after a time and the scent when straight to the vampire's nose as the blood welled up. A single drop fell onto the vampire's tongue. "Oh~" Arthur moaned at the taste. The blood tasted of pure innocence and the sweetest of any sweet a baker could bake.
Alfred watched and blushed slightly as he saw Arthur blush and moan. "I'm sorry," Alfred apologized and retracted his hand. Arthur, however, grabbed and gripped Alfred's wrist and returned the bleeding digit to his mouth. He had thirsted for this blood for so long because no blood tasted like this and no other blood could satisfy him like his lovers. "I can't," Arthur moaned, "Stop myself, you taste delightful." Arthur sucked more and moaned before looking at Alfred, the green having gained a red tint to it. Alfred knew he should have been afraid, but he just stood still and closed his eyes before leaning his head back. Seeing this intimate display Arthur released the thumb and drew his head closer to Alfred's neck. Inhaling deeply and catching the sweet, musky aroma of his lover and then proceeded to lick the area near the jugular. "I-I can stop," moaned Arthur as he continued to lick, "Tell me to stop or else I won't be able to control myself." The vampire kept licking to tenderize the area he wanted to bit and kept begging to get Alfred to tell him to stop. "Tell me too, Alfred, tell me to stop . . . Or else," Arthur moaned as his ears picked up the increasing hearbeat of Alfred's, "Or else I'll . . . I'll go too far."
The American moaned lowly, as well as groaned from pain here and there. "Ar-Arthur . . ." The name rolling off Alfred's tongue like yesterday, "I . . Don't leave me alone." Running on instinct around this stranger Briton, but he couldn't help himself. This man just felt right. Like they were meant to be together. It was something that the young American couldn't understand, but felt it was safe to run on his instincts. "I- I can't be alone anymore . . . Please don't leave me alone like everyone else." Tears slipped out of the America's closed eyes. "I am yours. From that dreams . . ."
"Those dreams, my love, are no dreams," Arthur took Alfred's head carefully between his head and coaxed the American to look at him; green eyes tinted red pierced into murky blue eyes, "They are memories of us, my Alfred, from our time together. I will love you forever, as I have promised and will also continue to keep my promise until I die." Arthur kissed Alfred gently, but held a force that no one can understand until they have experienced it: a true love's kiss. "I will love you, my dearest Alfred." Arthur continued to suck on Alfred's neck and panted. "I-I can't hold back anymore. I-I-I . . . I'm so sorry," panted Arthur. Kissing Arthur's neck, which now sported a nice hickey, and whispering forgiveness before striking down with fangs bared fully. The Brit sucked deeply and moaned as Alfred's hot, sweet blood gushed freely into Arthur's mouth. Arthur closed his eyes and dug his fingers into Alfred's biceps to keep reality within his grasp, so it would not escape him.
Alfred moaned instead of flinching and feeling pain, no he felt pleasure from the very first moment. "Arthur~!" Alfred shrieked and clawed at his lover's shirt to hold onto something. After a few minutes of Arthur continuing to drink Alfred's blood at a rapid pace did Alfred press his body against Arthur's body for support. "Ah~" Alfred closed his eyes and rested his head against Arthur's shoulder. Arthur pulled back and moaned, baring his fangs to an unseeing being. He kissed Alfred and pressed back into his lover, feeling the heated passion of his lover's need.
"I'll take care of you," Arthur purred slightly. He kissed the spot he had just bit before piercing his own lips and smearing his blood to close the wounds. Cool fingers pulled, tugged, and ripped away any clothing that was keeping Arthur from touching his lover's skin; then he went for his own clothing, ripping open shirt sending buttons flying in every directions. "I'll always take care of you because you take care of me so well," Arthur kissed Alfred, who moaned more. Alfred was light-headed, but pleasure assaulted his body and he couldn't help but moan as his body began to heat up more and more as the pressure within him rose. The moans that escaped Alfred's lips spurred on the vampire's most primal instincts: to mate. Arthur pushed Alfred back onto his back and settled himself between Alfred's legs. From this position he continued to kiss Alfred more and suck any skin he could get into contact with; on his trail that his lips connected with was Alfred's lips, his necks, his collarbone, his nipples, and finally his manhood. As Alfred moaned and began to writhe, Arthur's hands roamed Alfred's body, using memory of Alfred's body and re-mapping him again. Arthur's hand landed on the missing limb, but instead of focusing attention elsewhere Arthur stroked the rounded stub of Alfred's thigh, right about the knee. "So beautiful," Arthur breathed as he pulled off and moved lower to suck at Alfred's entrance.
It was tight, but Arthur worked his experience into his lover's new body. The pale tongue roamed around the entrance before attempting to delve in. Light sucks were placed here and there, then when the vampire's tongue did truly delve in did Arthur suck more and secrete his saliva into the hot opening. "A-ARTHUR!" moaned Alfred as he gripped the pale locks within his fingers. "AH~!" tears slipped out in pure ecstasy. After torturing the opening with his wet appendage and slicking the entrance up as best as possible to Arthur pull away. Licking his lips did Arthur look into Alfred's eyes with an animalistic urge before claiming his lips and rubbing a finger against the slicked entrance.
"Mine~" Arthur moaned, "Only mine, forever~" Arthur sucked more of Alfred's skin, getting Alfred to writhe and moan. It was during this time, with Alfred in pleasure, did he push in a finger. Alfred didn't notice, so Arthur massaged and quickly added a second. The second was more noticed and Arthur returned his lips to Alfred's cock and sucked. Eyes always on Alfred.
"Arthur~," Alfred moaned, "Please . . . I love you, a-and I need to feel you." The veteran moaned more and cried a bit, finallying releasing his pent up rage and disdain for his own life. Alfred's eyes started to lose that foggy or cloudy look to them. It was after Arthur finished stretching America that he looked at Alfred, who was crying. "I can't," breathed Alfred, "I hate myself. I'm useless." Alfred touched where his missing leg was. "No one understands and I hate myself for what I've become." The American confessed his darkest secrets to his lover because he knew he would never be forgotten or hated by this man.
"You are not useless. You are not hated. You are perfect, in every way. In every shape. In every form. You are pure; an angel weeps, for it has not this level of innocence and purity." With every statement there was a kiss placed all over Alfred's face, "You are my light. You keep me going. You make me human. Never useless." Arthur smiled and kissed Alfred on the lips. "Without you I am nothing more than a monster in human's skin. Be mine again . . . Alfred . . ." The vampire leaned his head against Alfred's chest. "Together we make the world jealous. Together we can forget the past and live in the present with each other. Together we are at our strongest." Arthur kissed Alfred and knew it would be sometime for Alfred to initiate the kissing and the romantics, for the times were against it and that Alfred was still against himself in some aspects.
"Show me that you love still . . . I need to be with you," breathed Alfred and he settled on the bed and let his legs fall open, around his lover. His breathing was fast and panted from the pleasure within him, but the American knew that in his heart and deepest desires that he knew and wanted this man to be with forever.
Arthur looked at Alfred and nodded, "Then I will." With a silent kiss to over Alfred's heart did Arthur push Alfred's one knee up and press his length into his lover. The entrance was slow and filled with cuddling and kisses to ease the pain. "The pain shows that any barrier can be crossed to show our greatest devotions to each other." whisper Arthur as he pushed deeper until there was no more and his scrotum rested contently against Alfred's rear. "Only when you tell me to shall I move," Arthur moved a piece of hair out of Alfred's eyes, "You are my most precious treasure. A treasure that I cannot keep bottled up and contained, but one that lets me experience adventure and make it feel like this old heart of mine could "beat" again.
Moaning lowly Alfred looked into the evergreen eyes and blushed. "You make my heart race always." Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur's neck and pulls him close before kissing him tentatively, a fear was making Alfred hesitant. "Please make my heart race until it stops forever. Only for you shall it cease to beat." Arthur nodded and pulled out until only the tip remained and pressed back in slowly.
"Alfred~" moaned Arthur
Alfred shivered and moaned under Britain, "Arthur~"
Sky blue eyes revealed themselves and tanned lids snapped open. "Alfred?" whispered an English accent. Blinking slightly did Alfred turn to look towards the voice. Laying beside him was a lean British man in his early 20s with pale straw hair that was choppy, wild looking that possessed the most viridian like eyes Alfred had ever seen.
"My love . . ." whispered Alfred as he touched Arthur's face. Arthur pressed into the touch and covered the tan hand with his smaller, paler, and leaner one as his eyes closed to savor the touch and feeling of warmth upon his jaw.
Breathing in deeply Arthur spoke quietly, "Do you remember?" The response took a few minutes, in which Arthur worried and opened his eyes to look at the blue ones staring into his green "Alfred, love?"
"Yes."