APH Fic Vampir chapter 2

At the house that was the home of Prussia there was a feminine shout of "YOU DID WHAT?" followed by the unmistakable sound of a frying pan beating the heads of two men.

"Of all" BANG "the stupid" BANG "things you've done!" BANG "I expected this from Gilbert!" BANG "But never you Roderich!" BANG.

CRACK!

Hungary looked at the frying pan in her hands. Or rather the half that remained in her hands. The other half was on the floor.

Gilbert silently cheered until Hungary merely took a chair from the table they were sitting at and began to swing it at him instead.

"Why the hell" SMACK "would you do that!"

Starting to lose his temper Gilbert grabbed the chair away from Hungary and threw it to the side.

"Would you stop hitting me woman? Calm yourself alright? We had to do that." Gilbert said.

Hungary crossed her arms and nearly growled. "I understand that but it was completely against his will."

"He wasn't going to change it. It was that or bust."

"You should've let me talk to him. He listens to me."

"And he doesn't listen to me? I'm his brother!"

Hungary sighed as she leaned down and picked up the two halves of her old and trustworthy pan. "How is he?"

"In pain most likely."

Hungary looked up sharply. "What do you mean in pain?"

"He is going through the final stage of becoming a vampire." Roderich started to explain. "Unfortunately the last stage is the most painful one. His human side is being…devoured by his vampire side. His entire body is changing and he'll need a lot of blood in beginning."

Roderich looked at her. "Elizabeta please stay away from him. He might attack you and while he can't change you he can drink your blood."

As vampires both he and Gilbert had nothing to fear from Ludwig. They were faster and stronger than him.

Gilbert and Roderich went to the storage room where they kept everything they needed to help Ludwig through the transformation. After a moments thought and slight hesitation Elizabeta walked up the staircase to Ludwigs bedroom.

Even through the wooden door Elizabeta was able to hear his cries, muffled and filled with pain.

Hesitation vanishing Elizabeta opened the door and entered.

On top of the bed was a mess of sheets. Ludwig was writhing on them. Holding them, trying to do something to alleviate the pain.

Elizabeta sat next to him and started to stroke his face and head in an effort to calm him.

His eyes opened suddenly. The blue eyes she knew were darker than the usual sky blue and more like a midnight blue. He opened his mouth though no sound came out. He pushed himself away from her.

Elizabeta grabbed his hands tightly and pulled him back to her. She put her wrist in front of his face.

His face showed a clear inner struggle as he fought with what he wanted and what he didn't want. He wanted the blood. He didn't want to become a vampire.

"Ludwig. It's okay. Drink." she said soothingly.

Mutely he shook his head.

"I don't want to be a monster." he rasped out.

Elizabeta smiled as she brought him to her chest and hugged him. She felt his head on her shoulder and brought a hand to keep it there.

"You're not a monster Ludwig." she murmured. "This is who you are and you shouldn't deny it. Nothing good will ever come from denying who you are."

Ludwig groaned as he grabbed onto her dress and clenched it in his fists like a child.

"Ludwig. Please trust me. I never want something bad for you, always good." she said, holding him tightly.

"Your…your like my mother or my sister. It isn't right." he said.

"Well if I'm like your mother or your sister don't I have to look after my little boy or little brother?" she asked smiling.

"Drink. It's okay."

She turned so that his face was right in front of her neck and pressed him forward slightly.

He was shaking. He had no idea what to do although his body seemed to know instinctively.

He clenched her dress tighter and she felt his fangs lengthen. They were pressed into her neck. He hesitated.

In answer Elizabeta pulled him closer to her until she felt his fangs enter her neck. She closed her eyes at the familiar feeling. The lightheadedness. The slight pleasure to override the pain. Roderich, and admittedly Gilbert, had done this so many times to her that it felt natural.

She could feel droplets roll down her neck and onto the bed. The sense of the fangs deep in her neck. She felt Ludwig shaking in her arms as the blood entered him and ran through his veins. She could also feel tears. Tears running from Ludwigs eyes as he drank from her. She held him tighter in comfort.

From the corner of her eyes she saw Gilbert and Roderich slam open the door, no doubt brought up by the scent of blood from her. She shot them a warning look that told them not to interrupt.

Finally Ludwig pulled away crying softly. She cradled him in her arms ignoring the holes in her neck.

Finally he drifted back to sleep. The blood helping keep the pain at bay for the moment.

Elizabeta smiled victoriously at Gilbert and Roderich. "See? He listens to me."

Gilbert rolled his eyes as Elizabeta gently put Ludwig back in his bed and covered him with the blankets. Not a single word was said until they left Ludwigs room and were in the living room.

Roderich busied himself with taking care of the bite Ludwig left while Gilbert went to the kitchens to get her something to help replenish the blood she gave.

"Not too deep but that seems to be mostly from the fact his fangs aren't long enough." Roderich commented. He licked his thumb and pressed it against the holes, when he pulled away they were healed.

Gilbert returned with some juice which he handed to Elizabeta with the order of "Drink."

She raised an eyebrow at him but choose not to comment as she sipped the juice.

A moment passed before Hungary opened her mouth, only to have Gilbert beat her by saying "Yes, yes. We know. We know. You were right and we were wrong. We should've gone to you. He would've listened to you. Blah, blah, blah."

Elizabeta grinned. "Glad you understand."