Diclaimer: Axis Powers Hetalia not my property.
Warnings: Blood, violence.
Couple: England v France.
Words: 3,807 Summary: Paris, XVIII. At night, accompanied by rain and misery, two stray souls face blood with blood.
Notes: am not satisfied with the final and did not want to end up killing seriously (all the dead that can become a vampire, of course). Placed them in the Age of Enlightenment, the Age of Enlightenment and thinking. But there are no lights or much reasoning. The base in the summary dis he was not sure I agreed when he left his interlocutor with the word in the mouth, to go to lavish the attention deserved to a woman as was the hostess of the house. Hospitality that began with kisses on the face and hands in the room, and ended up in any room of the house, unless he shared with her husband, as his host was a respectable woman and even the best educated and lover of the world change their ideals.
At the end of the meeting, they left that house, after saying goodbye to both hosts overwhelmed in compliments and promising to return. It was past midnight. He rejected offers from friends to cTMLXC
now. He quickened his step away from the theater, despite the gloomy activity that never died inside. French theater gave a lot of grief, their masks and pain, could not bear to watch it without feeling that they needed to soften its hardness, open the heart despite all the talent that secured them é ; success. But it was theater, and the few pedestrians around, perhaps homeless, which gave the impression that Paris was suddenly without that dark night had nothing to do it. The air was thinning and turning the clouds in the sky thick mass, yielding tofraud as the owner of the aroma. He was dressed in black, as if he had to attend a wake. His hat could not observe the face, but failed to do so. "Goodnight," said the man in black, with reluctance. I had an English accent. All harbored doubts about his identity Francis dissipated. - Bonne nuit, mon cherie, "he greeted Francis
turn, forced smile.
"Keep the love,
frog.
"I'll do when you're the one I call"spués. Before at least they could be together without wanting to turn the other on a real corpse. And speaking of corpses, Arthur recent victim was a young woman, dirty hair and gray clothes, torn and pasted into the body through the rain, was recognized as a prostitute who had frequented night ago when he tired of her after her blood test. I knew so corrupt and so according to their social status, which disgusted to have been lustfully. - Today your food had drugs in the blood? Francis was careful with food. He liked bourgeois, aristocrats, people highrank, where their sins be balanced with the richness in living, it was more fun, more elegant, more suitable to him. He knew that Arthur was the opposite, that almost never got to high society and instead mingled with the baseness of the cities. Francis did not understand the appeal of poverty so evident.
"At least not suck like yours.
Francis approached him, before he could understand their actions. I just wanted to cause, because it was based relationship. Provocacióny revenge, blood and wounds that never closed. And about, looked better.Arthur did not move in inspection. The suit was a faded black, it was noted that previously had been colorful and exquisite, but have spent so many years that now was the right clothes for a beggar. He spots that could not identify, but some were of dried blood. "How careless you are," he began, looking up into the hat just eaten. But the man who carried it had not changed at all in his face, the same young face, the nose profile, hard-eyed green eyes, the pout of her mouth, red and juicy and so much blood. You look like a baby to eat. & Amp; mdash; took two fingers to his lips, so fast that Arthur had time to react. The retired with the same speed, taking them into his own mouth, tasting the flavor of the blood. Gave him nausea. I do not know how you can live like this, despised.
"Do not touch me. -Arthur wiped the remaining blood on the sleeve of his suit.
The threat was latent.
- What are you doing here? Francis asked, puzzled.
was well known that the area was Paris, like Arthur area was London for yearsExquisitely vulnerable, and stroked it clawed at the skin. This immediately bled, slowly. Their eyes showed a voracious appetite.
Before Francis had a chance to lick that blood, and Arthur took him by the collar and had slammed into the wall. Francis winced in pain, an irrational thought reminded him that was a wall of dirt, which had worsened due to rain. Definitely his shoes would not be the only dirty tonight. Go shallow thinking, it was said then to have Arthur hanging himself with one hand while the otheramp; eacute; l, part of his life. Or the reason for their existence. Francis is now at the role of their victims, but unlike them, he would not die but remain bleeding.
heard that a window was shot by her abríay waste a dinner, were drizzled with a mixture of several disgusting. Paid no attention. Francis was resigned to get dirty that night, but still felt disgusted with himself. Not bear to remain subject to the fury of Arthur. What separated again took him by the hair and have been taking advantage of the free, sank his teeth into the throat. And drinks & OverhaulI, in turn.
The taste was disgusting, but his own blood infused with the essence of high class mixed with the essence of Arthur, so tiny compared to the amount contained in the foul of his victims, was a taste to hold could not stand. People who hated her and wanted to kill, knowing impossible to achieve. What is the world without the poor, without suffering, without begging? Once there was a golden age, which occurred so long ago without social distinctions. A world full of exquisite and pure blue blood, but so boring that lasted no more than a forgotten era. For attracting the blue blood is honor bound to impuritiesdor, the corruption of the rich is delicious to the palate. But there is a flavor more like that of the aristocracy and bourgeoisie. I would not want to admit it, but the attraction to that blood, now take your taste buds and tried to see in all this jumble of human degradation, becoming apparent just how addicted he had done since ú the last time she tasted. Too bad the individual holder of the blood was incompatible with it. Are two contrasts that collide with each other for the same revulsion that bear chains them together based on blood and violence. The times may changeground, away from its owner. Filled with more shit, the smell of horse manure, dog and other animals that did not bother to distinguish among his blind rage, bathed them in the small pool of mud that had formed the rain. With fingernails, Francis tried to rip his clothes Arthur beggar, carried away by the urge to bury his hands in his body, in the heart even wrap it with caresses. Anywhere in the body except the face, I could not ask massacre timeless look so young but the pain in his neck he were asking. The face just does not
. Arthur to defend gave with his hands, after long minutes no signs of being a victor in battle. The rain was still falling steadily and strong, hitting the back of Francis to get hurt. Still formed a lake around them, a lake of brown and slightly red color. Arthur managed to grab the shirt of Francis, for whom he no longer neatly ripped the garment, but the sound of barking dogs made him lose concentration. Both sharpened his ear, making a distinction between the deceptive distance, it was three and went to take refuge in the same lane as them. As if you do not smell the danger posed by aI vampires before them. Unless they were not.
Francis, not follow in his thoughts focused on Arthur again, this is not allowed to proceed. At a stroke, pushed him away, knocking him to the ground as he had been moments ago. Arthur stood up while Francis imitated him, confused and upset. His pride had received so many blows that night that he would not receive any more. - Do you hear, you bastard? "Said Arthur, with clenched teeth.
"Yes. But do not understand why you give so much importance. CHand other creatures is nonexistent. Francis knew that, while creatures that humans had considered imaginary, there were others that were not figments of the imagination of the group in general. Were the harpies, sirens, chimeras, werewolves, ogres, the banshees
, even souls. But there was a boundary between the real and imaginary, and grims
were on that side. Francis had never seen one, despite frequent cemeteries and places of death. Francis was older, a vampire more than a millennium of life, if any such creatures exist, should they ever encounter. And nadfood to turn to him, raising his head in his direction. It was dark, but they seemed to see as well as Ela them. They were not threatening, Francis felt like the feel of it was disturbing. Indecipherable. Moving away, Francis first caught a red glow in his eyes, a look so hard fríay had never seen in other dogs. He wondered if this was normal. I knew the answer, but would not accept it as true.
who sees a grim
attracts death. Francis is the same death, who served nightly. The grims
not demanding
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Francis said instead: "Let's play . Antonio pretends not to understand what implications has the verbor conjugate "play", because of course knows that it is slower to pick up the rest. Idly, is dedicated to unbutton his shirt of Francis. 