usxuk | [Fan Fic] The Dark Gift [2/?]

Title: The Dark Gift
Genre: Horror/Thriller
Pairing(s): US/UK (mainly)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (this chapter).
Summary: Alfred is turned into a vampire by Ivan, who's searching for something. Something important.
Author's Notes: I fail at summaries. But, now that I think of it, it doesn't reveal too much. Hope you guys like it.

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The first thing he was aware of when he woke up was that he was naked, and that he was on a bed. His vision was blurred, as his glasses were missing, and there was a burning sensation on each of his wrists. Wincing as he sat up, he felt around on a side table until he found his glasses. Pushing them up his nose, he blinked a few times until he finally saw Ivan sitting in a plush armchair, another glass of vodka (was it mixed with cranberry juice again?) lazily held in the hand that wasn’t supporting his head. He wore a loose, silky robe that hung open, revealing his pale chest.

The idea that Ivan was naked under the robe clicked with something else in Alfred’s mind, and that something finally brought to his attention the fact that he was very sore in a particular area.

The realization must have been evident on his face, as Ivan’s broke into a maniacal grin.

“Don’t look so shocked,” he said. “It has been quite a long time since I had the pleasure.”

“You…you fucking drugged me!”

“What’s your point?”

Alfred’s heart raced and he felt sick as he groaned. He started to lean forward to put his head in his hands, but stopped abruptly when he noticed something peculiar on his wrists.

On each wrist, near the thick blue veins, were two small holes, about an inch apart from each other. Every time his heart beat, they throbbed painfully, and burned intensely.

Alfred started as Ivan stood suddenly and crossed the room. The Russian grabbed his wrist in an iron, unbreakable grip, and raised it to his mouth. Alfred gasped as dagger-like teeth pierced the taut skin, and he stared in horror as he watched his blood flow into Ivan’s waiting glass. He felt bile in his throat as he watched the white haired man proceed to drink the dark red liquid.

No. It was impossible. This wasn’t happening.

Ivan sat down in his chair once again, and as though he’d heard Alfred’s thoughts, said, “Of course it’s happening.”

“N-no, it can’t b-be,” Alfred stammered. “V-vampires don’t really exist…”

Ivan’s blood-stained teeth gave him chills as the Russian grinned and replied, “Don’t they?”

In his mind, Alfred immediately began sorting through all his memories of the period of time he’d dated Ivan, and it suddenly began to make sense; how they never met during the daytime…..or the way he’d always eat enough food to feed both of them, and yet he never remembered seeing Ivan eat anything at all…….how the Russian always had his nose against Alfred’s neck whenever they had a private moment…..

………….the way his eyes seemed to turn from violet to red after those moments.

Ivan began nodding during his recollection and said in a sing-songy voice, “That’s ri-ight. I almost can’t believe you missed it, but then, that is to be expected of mere mortals. You’re much like cattle; stupid, and you basically have no use beyond feeding the hungry. Don’t worry though….that’ll all have changed for you in a few minutes.”

Setting his glass to the side, he stood and let the robe slide off of him. He strode, predatorily, over to the bed, pinning Alfred against the mattress. He hovered over the blonde, grinning fiercely as the American struggled against him.

“No!” he screeched, wriggling in vain. “Get away from me!”

Ivan finally laughed, an evil, sadistic laugh that filled Alfred with utter and complete dread, and in one swift move the pale man had his teeth in the blonde’s neck, tearing into the artery with a demonic bloodlust.

A cry escaped Alfred as an intense pain blossomed on his throat, throwing him into a state of delirium mixed with unwelcome pleasure as Ivan’s hips rocked against his. Each passing minute brought agony and guilt (he couldn’t help but feel that even if he didn’t want it, it still constituted as cheating if he enjoyed it), and he felt himself grow weaker by the minute as his ex-lover drained him of his life force. He despaired at the thought of never seeing Arthur again, of never holding him close or feeling his skin under his fingertips, of never being able to make love to him again. His eyes began to close as death and darkness made to claim him.

A stinging slap jolted his eyes open and he found himself staring into Ivan’s now-red eyes. The vampire stared at him lividly, as though it was somehow Alfred’s fault for nearly dying.

“Don’t you dare die yet,” he snarled. He bit into his own wrist, and when his blood bubbled to the surface, he yanked Alfred’s mouth open and let a few drops fall into the blonde’s mouth.

Alfred shuddered as the ice cold liquid hit his tongue…..shuddered, because it tasted amazing. He swallowed it, and he winced as his canine teeth lengthened and his heart slowly stopped beating. Ivan grinned another wicked grin and stood, gathering the American’s clothes off the floor.

Holding them out, he commanded, “Dress.”

Alfred was numb as he stood and did as the Russian commanded, the fabric feeling strange against his rapidly cooling skin.

Once he finished, Ivan took him by the shoulder and steered him out into the hallway and down the stairs to the kitchen.

“Toris!” he barked.

A brunette man hurriedly entered the room, his head bowed and his eyes looking away from Ivan as he said, “Y-yes s-sir?”

“I have a friend for you,” Ivan said, tilting the man’s head upwards so that blue eyes stared into violet ones. “While I am out hunting, I want you to acquaint him with the others, and then I want you to teach him the basics of our existence. Understand?”

Toris glanced at Alfred, and a sad looked crossed his face as he merely nodded.

“Excellent!” Ivan said, clapping his hands together once. He strode to the door and said, “I will be back before dawn.”

Once the door slammed, Toris let out a sigh and immediately said, “You can’t stay here.”

“I-“

Taking him by the wrist, Toris lead Alfred into the hallway, and finding a pen and paper he hastily scribbled an address. “Get out of here; believe me, you don’t want to stay. Being what we are is hell enough…..being bound to him is worse. Go to this address…..you will be safe.”

As Toris pushed him to the back door, Alfred said, “But…but what about you?”

“I’ll be fine,” the brunette said, but his face showed he wasn’t confident of the fact. “I…I’ll tell him you escaped or something. Stay out of the sun for the first seven days. Now go!”

He shoved Alfred out the door, and before he slammed it shut, he whispered, “And Godspeed!”