[Fanfic] Monster Mash 5
Title: Monster Mash 5
Characters: Francis, Arthur, Alfred, Ludwig and Feliciano
Rating: 15?
Warnings: Lots of violence, imagery of drowning.
Summary: Originally inspired by this. (Link to pic for those who don't have Pixiv here.) Due to popular demand, what was a oneshot has now spawned a fic.
They found Alfred at the fountain outside.
Or he should really say in the fountain. The bats that had apparently chased him all the way out there were sitting all over the sculpture in the centre, on the many spouts from which the water poured directly onto the teen killer’s head. Alfred himself was staring up at the creatures with wary eyes, which of course meant he was getting an awful lot of water right in the face. Not that he seemed to notice, his attention on the bats rapt as it was.
“Alfred, what exactly are you doing?” Arthur asked, surveying the scene with a raised eyebrow. “If you’re trying to engage my bats in a staring contest I would like you to know that there are approximately 30 sitting on this fountain alone, and they’re not all going to blink at once.”
“No no, see...” Alfred said, slightly gargled around the water. “I’m watching them just in case they turn into people. Or vampires like you.”
Francis found the boy’s logic to be flimsy at the best of times, but this was just plain odd.
“Alfred, they may be vampire bats, but they don’t turn into vampires themselves, or turn others into vampires.” Arthur explained with a sigh. “They’re my familiars. They drink blood, and they’re naturally drawn to me. That’s all that’s special about them.”
Alfred was silent for a while. “... I don’t trust them.”
Arthur rolled dimly glowing eyes skyward. “Oh for the love of- Francis, would you drag him out of there already?”
The Frenchman looked distatefully at the slightly dirty water of the fountain. “I think he’s got the motor skills to do it himself, Sourciles.”
Grumbling, Arthur bent down to the side of the fountain, and got a net one usually found by the side of a pool. Granted, it was quite a large fountain, with water nearly two feet deep, but did he really need a net? The green eyed vampire saw Francis looking curiously at it, and scowled. “What? You have no idea how often he falls in there.”
Francis tried not to snicker too loudly as the teen blonde was pulled from the fountain by force, more than once face-planting into the water and breaking eye contact with the bats completely. The two others splashed around and yelled at each other, the older of the three standing well back and away from the water, not particularly interested in getting splashed with dirty water. For an early November night, it was quite warm. A gentle wind blew through the trees and only a few clouds floated across the crescent moon. If it weren’t for the idiot in the fountain and the vampire trying to pull him out, Francis would almost call it peaceful.
The wind picked up a little, throwing autumn leaves up and getting them stuck to poor, wet Alfred, who was finally out of the fountain and onto the driveway. Arthur was half way through another rant about how he’d got splashed by Alfred’s flailing, when he stopped mid-word and went very still. It was very odd, how he could suddenly turn into a statue of a person, not a single shiver or twitch of movement.
Except his nose. He seemed to be breathing deeply through his nose, sniffing the air that moved across the front courtyard with the wind. The bats on the fountain had all turned their attention to where the wind was blowing from, and slowly, Arthur’s head turned that way also.
“Well it’s not like it’s my fault if you-”
“Alfred.” Arthur said sharply, and with an unusual sense of urgency. “Shut up.”
Strangely enough, Alfred stopped talking, staring at the serious expression on Arthur’s face. No, not serious. It was a look Francis hadn’t really seen on his old friend’s face before. It was a strange mix of anger and terror, the conflicting feelings down turning his mouth and bringing his brows together in a scowl. His eyes faded slowly to red, and he peered off into the trees.
“We have company.” the vampire announced, feet shifting apart into a stance one would usually take for a fight.
Francis felt a chill that had nothing to do with the wind. “... hunters?”
“No...” Arthur murmured, and relief returned to the ghost. But the vampire remained alert. “But almost as bad. They’re back again.”
Alfred was looking quite worried without his chainsaw to hand. “Who?” he whispered.
Sharp teeth bared. “The wolves.”
As though that word was a trigger, the bushes across the driveway exploded with movement, two brownish blurs racing forward with agility and menacing growls. Francis dove sideways as the largest one lept right over the 6 foot tall fountain, slamming into Arthur claws-first, the two of them rolling off to the side, hissing and barking and yelping, a whirl of animalistic anger, fur and teeth.
“Arthur!” Alfred shouted, moving to get up from the ground before he too was pinned by the second, smaller wolf. Not that it was a small animal to begin with; it would easily stand taller than your average city car. It growled in the teen’s ear, paws pressing into his back. “Get off me you big mutt!”
“Be careful Alfred!” Francis warned, staying well back. He couldn’t afford to get hurt. “Don’t let it bite you!”
The teen wriggled his hands under him, and grinned. “Hah! I’ve seen... this movie... before!” And with effort, he pushed himself off the ground, making the wolf fall to the side with a yelp. Before it could right itself, Alfred pounced on it, pinning it there with hands buried in it’s fur, on it’s windpipe. Before he could get much further, a large paw smacked him on the side of the head, dislodging his glasses and knocking his balance enough for the wolf to get up. But Alfred didn’t bother to grope around blind, simply going for the large, unmissable animal and knocking the both of them in the fountain.
Francis watched in awe as the human teen wrestled with the werewolf, trying to figure out what was more impressive; that he could fight the animal in the first place, or that he actually seemed to be winning.
What’s more, the smaller wolf seemed to be tiring out, while the larger one still fighting viciously with Arthur showed no signs of fatigue. As Alfred’s opponent shook the boy off once again, it teetered slightly to the side, panting and eyes darting for a way out, knowing it couldn’t fight much longer. It gave a short howl, trying to alert the other wolf, before being suddenly cut off as Alfred shoved it, face first, into the water. The wolf’s limbs skittered and splashed in the fountain, but the American leaned his whole weight on keeping the animal’s head underwater. Francis saw the other wolf pause, bark sharply and attempt to get over to the fountain, only for Arthur to tackle it to the ground with a screeching, inhuman cry.
A peculiar sight was happening to the smaller wolf. As it’s struggles became weaker, it seemed to be getting smaller. The thick hair became thinner and thinner, seeming to retract towards the body. There were loud cracks as bones re-aligned, paws shifting into normal human hands. When one such hand feebly grabbed at Alfred’s arm, he seemed surprised enough to let go, finally moving away from the now human werewolf.
He wasn’t moving.
A loud howl tore through the night, and Alfred suddenly found himself with 400lbs more wolf to deal with, but it seemed that fighting was no longer the main concern. Looking where Arthur had gone to, both the blonde’s attentions were caught as the vampire lay on the ground, clutching at the back of his leg and bleeding from bites and claw marks all over.
“Arthur!” Alfred yelled, abandoning the wolves and leaping out of the water, running over to the fallen vampire. Francis joined him, looking over the injuries. “Shit shit shit, he’s gonna bleed out!” the teen worried, hands hovering just above the wounds, unsure of how to help rather than hurt. There was an odd smell, like rotten meat, though it didn’t seem to be coming from anywhere. “Francis what do we do?!”
“Shut up you idiot.” Arthur hissed between his teeth, one glowing red eye still open and fixed on the fountain where the wolves were. “It’s just a flesh wound.”
“A flesh wound?!” the younger blond shouted, gesturing wildly. “You’re missing half the back of your leg and you call that a flesh wound?!”
“It’ll heal, Alfred.” Francis tried to assure him, risky though it was to reason with the young murderer when he got all worked up like this. “He can recover from this, most vampires have the ability. As long as we wash the wound of wolf saliva it’ll be fine.”
“Then we need water!” Alfred caught on, automatically turning back towards the fountain.
Where there had once been two wolves, there were now two people, but they both seemed to have retained their wolf ears and tails. One, a tall, muscular blonde man, was holding the smaller, brunette in his arms, trying to force the water out. He swore in German before placing his companion on the wide wall of the fountain, pumping down on his chest, and performing CPR. Of course, as neither of them were wearing clothes, Francis was getting quite an enjoyable show.
“Hey, should we be letting them do that?” Alfred asked, confused and looking to Francis, who shrugged.
“The rules state that if there’s a state where the two parties are injured, they’re allowed to do recoveries until the next bout.” Arthur grunted through clenched teeth.
“You guys have rules for this shit?”
“Alfred, the water.”
“Oh yeah!” the teen jumped to his feet, seeming no worse for wear having just fought a creature twice his size, and cautiously approached the fountain. Looking at what that creature had become, it was hard to see why Alfred hadn’t just snapped his fragile looking neck in the first place.
The brunette’s eyes suddenly flew open, and he hacked up an frightening amount of water onto the ground, his blonde companion sitting back with a concerned expression, before patting his back in an adorably awkward attempt to help the water along. He didn’t even look over as Alfred carefully reached down and scooped up some water in his hands, then bolted back over to Arthur’s side, trying not to spill much, and dumped it on the vampire’s injured leg. He hissed, squeezing his eyes shut. The smell of rotting meat disappeared, and Arthur sighed through his teeth.
“Alpha...” rasped a voice, and Francis looked over his shoulder at the fountain where the brunette boy was sitting up. Looking closely at him he didn’t seem to be much older than 20. His hand reached up to the blonde’s shoulder, steadying himself. His mouth worked back and forth for a while, before finally he...
… started crying.
“Waaaaa! Alpha, Alpha that was so scary! I don’t like it Alpha, I don’t like iiiiiit!” he bawled, loud enough for the other three to wince away from. The blonde looked twice as put upon, and Francis suddenly pitied him for having advanced hearing in a situation like this. It was now clear that the boy had an Italian accent. What were a German and an Italian werewolf doing together? “H-he held me under water and I thought I was going to diiiiiie!”
The blonde suddenly slammed his hand over the other werewolf’s mouth. “Feliciano, look, you’re fine now. Just don’t... scare me like that again.”
Large brown eyes blinked up at him, said something muffled behind the blonde’s hand. He removed it, and the boy said again. “Ve, you were scared for me, Ludwig?”
Underneath all the bruises and cuts and old scars, the blonde suddenly blushed bright red, wolf ears flattening on the side of his head. “Well- I- uh... I wouldn’t have sent you in to fight if I’d known that guy over there was so strong!” He pointed in the direction of Alfred, who grinned cockily. “He smelled like a human to me!” A short pause later, he added. “And that’s Alpha!”
“Mmm...” the boy, Feliciano apparently, sniffed the air. “He smells human to me too. But he’s so scary, he’s like a monster!”
Alfred pouted. “Hi, pot calling the kettle black! You’re the one who was going to bite me!”
Innocent looking eyes blinked. “Ve, I wasn’t going to bite you. I was just going to hold you down until Alpha finished.” He frowned, and even that seemed adorably childish. “Even if I did you wouldn’t be a wolf like us. It’s not the full moon, silly.”
“Like that’s something everyone knows!”
Ludwig, the blonde, cleared his throat. “Vampire, I would like to request your name.” he asked formally. Arthur snorted haughtily.
“Arthur Kirkland. What is it to you, Ludwig” he replied. Francis didn’t think he’d ever seen an injured man stick his nose so high in the air.
The blonde werewolf frowned. “Kirkland. Aren’t you supposed to have a coven? The only vampire here I smell is you.”
Ah, that wasn’t smart. Arthur snarled something bitterly, a word so distorted by anger it was nearly uninteligble. “Hunters.”
A shock ran through the unknowing, from the wolves to Alfred, who’s face quickly turned puzzled.
“You had a coven? You mean like a family?” he asked incredulously. Arthur’s eyes flickered over to him, stayed for a moment, and turned away quickly.
“A long time ago. Before you were even born.”
"... Arthur?"
“Ve,” said Feliciano, and he was suddenly very close, almost right next to them, crouching down on the ground with his wolf ears flattened on his head and his tail drooping sadly. “I’m sorry your family died, Arthur. That must be really sad for you...” He seemed sincere, so much so that the vampire was taken aback. “You’re really scary, but do you want a hug? It’ll make you feel better, hugs always make me feel better. And pasta. And siestas.”
In the background, Ludwig facepalmed.
Monster Mash 6
Notes:
- Hehehe you all saw them coming. So much fun to write. Also, if you haven't guessed, I ship it. Pretty hard. For god's sake they got matching costumes how cute is that.
Characters: Francis, Arthur, Alfred, Ludwig and Feliciano
Rating: 15?
Warnings: Lots of violence, imagery of drowning.
Summary: Originally inspired by this. (Link to pic for those who don't have Pixiv here.) Due to popular demand, what was a oneshot has now spawned a fic.
They found Alfred at the fountain outside.
Or he should really say in the fountain. The bats that had apparently chased him all the way out there were sitting all over the sculpture in the centre, on the many spouts from which the water poured directly onto the teen killer’s head. Alfred himself was staring up at the creatures with wary eyes, which of course meant he was getting an awful lot of water right in the face. Not that he seemed to notice, his attention on the bats rapt as it was.
“Alfred, what exactly are you doing?” Arthur asked, surveying the scene with a raised eyebrow. “If you’re trying to engage my bats in a staring contest I would like you to know that there are approximately 30 sitting on this fountain alone, and they’re not all going to blink at once.”
“No no, see...” Alfred said, slightly gargled around the water. “I’m watching them just in case they turn into people. Or vampires like you.”
Francis found the boy’s logic to be flimsy at the best of times, but this was just plain odd.
“Alfred, they may be vampire bats, but they don’t turn into vampires themselves, or turn others into vampires.” Arthur explained with a sigh. “They’re my familiars. They drink blood, and they’re naturally drawn to me. That’s all that’s special about them.”
Alfred was silent for a while. “... I don’t trust them.”
Arthur rolled dimly glowing eyes skyward. “Oh for the love of- Francis, would you drag him out of there already?”
The Frenchman looked distatefully at the slightly dirty water of the fountain. “I think he’s got the motor skills to do it himself, Sourciles.”
Grumbling, Arthur bent down to the side of the fountain, and got a net one usually found by the side of a pool. Granted, it was quite a large fountain, with water nearly two feet deep, but did he really need a net? The green eyed vampire saw Francis looking curiously at it, and scowled. “What? You have no idea how often he falls in there.”
Francis tried not to snicker too loudly as the teen blonde was pulled from the fountain by force, more than once face-planting into the water and breaking eye contact with the bats completely. The two others splashed around and yelled at each other, the older of the three standing well back and away from the water, not particularly interested in getting splashed with dirty water. For an early November night, it was quite warm. A gentle wind blew through the trees and only a few clouds floated across the crescent moon. If it weren’t for the idiot in the fountain and the vampire trying to pull him out, Francis would almost call it peaceful.
The wind picked up a little, throwing autumn leaves up and getting them stuck to poor, wet Alfred, who was finally out of the fountain and onto the driveway. Arthur was half way through another rant about how he’d got splashed by Alfred’s flailing, when he stopped mid-word and went very still. It was very odd, how he could suddenly turn into a statue of a person, not a single shiver or twitch of movement.
Except his nose. He seemed to be breathing deeply through his nose, sniffing the air that moved across the front courtyard with the wind. The bats on the fountain had all turned their attention to where the wind was blowing from, and slowly, Arthur’s head turned that way also.
“Well it’s not like it’s my fault if you-”
“Alfred.” Arthur said sharply, and with an unusual sense of urgency. “Shut up.”
Strangely enough, Alfred stopped talking, staring at the serious expression on Arthur’s face. No, not serious. It was a look Francis hadn’t really seen on his old friend’s face before. It was a strange mix of anger and terror, the conflicting feelings down turning his mouth and bringing his brows together in a scowl. His eyes faded slowly to red, and he peered off into the trees.
“We have company.” the vampire announced, feet shifting apart into a stance one would usually take for a fight.
Francis felt a chill that had nothing to do with the wind. “... hunters?”
“No...” Arthur murmured, and relief returned to the ghost. But the vampire remained alert. “But almost as bad. They’re back again.”
Alfred was looking quite worried without his chainsaw to hand. “Who?” he whispered.
Sharp teeth bared. “The wolves.”
As though that word was a trigger, the bushes across the driveway exploded with movement, two brownish blurs racing forward with agility and menacing growls. Francis dove sideways as the largest one lept right over the 6 foot tall fountain, slamming into Arthur claws-first, the two of them rolling off to the side, hissing and barking and yelping, a whirl of animalistic anger, fur and teeth.
“Arthur!” Alfred shouted, moving to get up from the ground before he too was pinned by the second, smaller wolf. Not that it was a small animal to begin with; it would easily stand taller than your average city car. It growled in the teen’s ear, paws pressing into his back. “Get off me you big mutt!”
“Be careful Alfred!” Francis warned, staying well back. He couldn’t afford to get hurt. “Don’t let it bite you!”
The teen wriggled his hands under him, and grinned. “Hah! I’ve seen... this movie... before!” And with effort, he pushed himself off the ground, making the wolf fall to the side with a yelp. Before it could right itself, Alfred pounced on it, pinning it there with hands buried in it’s fur, on it’s windpipe. Before he could get much further, a large paw smacked him on the side of the head, dislodging his glasses and knocking his balance enough for the wolf to get up. But Alfred didn’t bother to grope around blind, simply going for the large, unmissable animal and knocking the both of them in the fountain.
Francis watched in awe as the human teen wrestled with the werewolf, trying to figure out what was more impressive; that he could fight the animal in the first place, or that he actually seemed to be winning.
What’s more, the smaller wolf seemed to be tiring out, while the larger one still fighting viciously with Arthur showed no signs of fatigue. As Alfred’s opponent shook the boy off once again, it teetered slightly to the side, panting and eyes darting for a way out, knowing it couldn’t fight much longer. It gave a short howl, trying to alert the other wolf, before being suddenly cut off as Alfred shoved it, face first, into the water. The wolf’s limbs skittered and splashed in the fountain, but the American leaned his whole weight on keeping the animal’s head underwater. Francis saw the other wolf pause, bark sharply and attempt to get over to the fountain, only for Arthur to tackle it to the ground with a screeching, inhuman cry.
A peculiar sight was happening to the smaller wolf. As it’s struggles became weaker, it seemed to be getting smaller. The thick hair became thinner and thinner, seeming to retract towards the body. There were loud cracks as bones re-aligned, paws shifting into normal human hands. When one such hand feebly grabbed at Alfred’s arm, he seemed surprised enough to let go, finally moving away from the now human werewolf.
He wasn’t moving.
A loud howl tore through the night, and Alfred suddenly found himself with 400lbs more wolf to deal with, but it seemed that fighting was no longer the main concern. Looking where Arthur had gone to, both the blonde’s attentions were caught as the vampire lay on the ground, clutching at the back of his leg and bleeding from bites and claw marks all over.
“Arthur!” Alfred yelled, abandoning the wolves and leaping out of the water, running over to the fallen vampire. Francis joined him, looking over the injuries. “Shit shit shit, he’s gonna bleed out!” the teen worried, hands hovering just above the wounds, unsure of how to help rather than hurt. There was an odd smell, like rotten meat, though it didn’t seem to be coming from anywhere. “Francis what do we do?!”
“Shut up you idiot.” Arthur hissed between his teeth, one glowing red eye still open and fixed on the fountain where the wolves were. “It’s just a flesh wound.”
“A flesh wound?!” the younger blond shouted, gesturing wildly. “You’re missing half the back of your leg and you call that a flesh wound?!”
“It’ll heal, Alfred.” Francis tried to assure him, risky though it was to reason with the young murderer when he got all worked up like this. “He can recover from this, most vampires have the ability. As long as we wash the wound of wolf saliva it’ll be fine.”
“Then we need water!” Alfred caught on, automatically turning back towards the fountain.
Where there had once been two wolves, there were now two people, but they both seemed to have retained their wolf ears and tails. One, a tall, muscular blonde man, was holding the smaller, brunette in his arms, trying to force the water out. He swore in German before placing his companion on the wide wall of the fountain, pumping down on his chest, and performing CPR. Of course, as neither of them were wearing clothes, Francis was getting quite an enjoyable show.
“Hey, should we be letting them do that?” Alfred asked, confused and looking to Francis, who shrugged.
“The rules state that if there’s a state where the two parties are injured, they’re allowed to do recoveries until the next bout.” Arthur grunted through clenched teeth.
“You guys have rules for this shit?”
“Alfred, the water.”
“Oh yeah!” the teen jumped to his feet, seeming no worse for wear having just fought a creature twice his size, and cautiously approached the fountain. Looking at what that creature had become, it was hard to see why Alfred hadn’t just snapped his fragile looking neck in the first place.
The brunette’s eyes suddenly flew open, and he hacked up an frightening amount of water onto the ground, his blonde companion sitting back with a concerned expression, before patting his back in an adorably awkward attempt to help the water along. He didn’t even look over as Alfred carefully reached down and scooped up some water in his hands, then bolted back over to Arthur’s side, trying not to spill much, and dumped it on the vampire’s injured leg. He hissed, squeezing his eyes shut. The smell of rotting meat disappeared, and Arthur sighed through his teeth.
“Alpha...” rasped a voice, and Francis looked over his shoulder at the fountain where the brunette boy was sitting up. Looking closely at him he didn’t seem to be much older than 20. His hand reached up to the blonde’s shoulder, steadying himself. His mouth worked back and forth for a while, before finally he...
… started crying.
“Waaaaa! Alpha, Alpha that was so scary! I don’t like it Alpha, I don’t like iiiiiit!” he bawled, loud enough for the other three to wince away from. The blonde looked twice as put upon, and Francis suddenly pitied him for having advanced hearing in a situation like this. It was now clear that the boy had an Italian accent. What were a German and an Italian werewolf doing together? “H-he held me under water and I thought I was going to diiiiiie!”
The blonde suddenly slammed his hand over the other werewolf’s mouth. “Feliciano, look, you’re fine now. Just don’t... scare me like that again.”
Large brown eyes blinked up at him, said something muffled behind the blonde’s hand. He removed it, and the boy said again. “Ve, you were scared for me, Ludwig?”
Underneath all the bruises and cuts and old scars, the blonde suddenly blushed bright red, wolf ears flattening on the side of his head. “Well- I- uh... I wouldn’t have sent you in to fight if I’d known that guy over there was so strong!” He pointed in the direction of Alfred, who grinned cockily. “He smelled like a human to me!” A short pause later, he added. “And that’s Alpha!”
“Mmm...” the boy, Feliciano apparently, sniffed the air. “He smells human to me too. But he’s so scary, he’s like a monster!”
Alfred pouted. “Hi, pot calling the kettle black! You’re the one who was going to bite me!”
Innocent looking eyes blinked. “Ve, I wasn’t going to bite you. I was just going to hold you down until Alpha finished.” He frowned, and even that seemed adorably childish. “Even if I did you wouldn’t be a wolf like us. It’s not the full moon, silly.”
“Like that’s something everyone knows!”
Ludwig, the blonde, cleared his throat. “Vampire, I would like to request your name.” he asked formally. Arthur snorted haughtily.
“Arthur Kirkland. What is it to you, Ludwig” he replied. Francis didn’t think he’d ever seen an injured man stick his nose so high in the air.
The blonde werewolf frowned. “Kirkland. Aren’t you supposed to have a coven? The only vampire here I smell is you.”
Ah, that wasn’t smart. Arthur snarled something bitterly, a word so distorted by anger it was nearly uninteligble. “Hunters.”
A shock ran through the unknowing, from the wolves to Alfred, who’s face quickly turned puzzled.
“You had a coven? You mean like a family?” he asked incredulously. Arthur’s eyes flickered over to him, stayed for a moment, and turned away quickly.
“A long time ago. Before you were even born.”
"... Arthur?"
“Ve,” said Feliciano, and he was suddenly very close, almost right next to them, crouching down on the ground with his wolf ears flattened on his head and his tail drooping sadly. “I’m sorry your family died, Arthur. That must be really sad for you...” He seemed sincere, so much so that the vampire was taken aback. “You’re really scary, but do you want a hug? It’ll make you feel better, hugs always make me feel better. And pasta. And siestas.”
In the background, Ludwig facepalmed.
Monster Mash 6
Notes:
- Hehehe you all saw them coming. So much fun to write. Also, if you haven't guessed, I ship it. Pretty hard. For god's sake they got matching costumes how cute is that.