APH Fic Vampir chapter 7
Title: Vampir
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia, Germany
Rating: T on the safe side.
Warnings: Um...brothers kinda kissing in the first chapter. It's not real kissing but it is transferring something mouth to mouth so...take that as you will. But I don't mean for this to be Germancest.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary:The German family has kept a secret from all the other nations dating back to their sire Germania. The secret? They are vampires.
Prussia knew that he should more on the lookout with all the humans dying in a very vampiric way and that he should be going with West and Aristocrat around the city in trying to find the culprits responsible for them.
However after a week and a half of doing that it got boring very quickly and he had the need to get out and run.
With time progressing the way it was the areas where they could run and hunt was getting smaller and more populated by humans. Meaning they had to be more careful and everything that Prussia hated.
However thankfully there were still some places, deep in a forest or high up a mountain, that was far away enough from humans that he didn’t have to worry about anything really.
He loved running as fast as he was able to. He loved the feeling of the muscles in his legs pumping and protesting. The wind that blew through his hair and made his eyes water. Giving into his senses and finally becoming the true predator that he was.
His red eyes glowed in the moonlight with his fangs long and curved over his bottom lip. His eyesight, hearing, taste senses all enhanced and nearly humming with energy.
His nails dug into the mountain as he pulled himself up. He could tell the air was thinning and for some humans they might have needed to take some sort of action against it.
Not for him however. He jumped to the side and landed on a ledge gracefully before he jumped up and dug into the earth as well.
He turned so that his back was against the mountain and he was looking over the valley. He took a deep breath, enjoying the sting it caused on his lungs, and as he breathed out he felt the change take form.
His hair grew longer until it reached his waist. He could feel his fangs and nails grow as his body became sharper. His lips curled into a snarl he came alive.
Growling he climbed the mountain, nails digging into the rough earth as easy as if it was made of sand. His body practically flew on the land. Choosing to go to the side he twisted his body so that it bended to his will.
Scents filled him. The scent of fresh air and cleanliness. Animals living in certain caves that was etched into the skin of the mountain.
He stopped however when he felt a different scent, one that caused saliva to pool under his tongue and his stomach to rumble in sudden hunger.
Humans. Humans that were evidently camping here. Miles away from civilization and from help.
Miles away from anywhere where anyone would be able to hear them scream. Only the whispers on the wind.
The Prussia, the somewhat rational, part of him refused to breathe in the scent and encouraged himself to transform back.
The Gilbert, the vampire, part of him however drank in the scents greedily and forced himself to remain transformed and a danger to the humans. It encouraged him to hunt as they had done ages ago when the world had been young and it was easy to hide the victims.
Gilbert grinned, his now black eyes shining in eagerness, as he ran towards his new victims.
Hiding behind the rocks he gave a glance at the humans. A man and a woman setting up a camp for the night.
His grin widened as he crouched down low to the ground. He started to stalk towards the humans.
He froze suddenly when he felt a new scent enter him. A familiar scent that he couldn’t position. However he could tell is was another vampire.
He growled under his breath, he had no desire to share his meal; he hurriedly jumped to his feet and leaped at the humans.
Only for a new body, the one that had the new scent ran into him effectively pushing him away from the humans who had their backs to them.
Gilbert growled as he jumped back to his feet and crouched, his lips were curled back into a snarl and he made sure that his pupils were silted.
The vampire in front of him, the scent was so familiar, answered with a snarl of his own as he crouched as well. They circled around one another before leaping at each other.
The enemy was bigger and stronger however Gilbert had a small advantage. In his true form he had the ability to use his magic while this vampire was still in his human form.
Gilbert raked his claws along the stomach of the enemy making a deep enough wound for some blood to fall onto his nails. Grinning he pulled his arm back and with his eyes glowing created spears of blood to grow on his own nails.
He used the new spears to attack the man once more. The man was fast however Gilbert was able to puncture his arm. He snapped the spears out through his arm and leaped towards his throat, his fangs closed on the front of the enemy’s throat.
The man gave a grunt of pain as his own hand came up and wrapped around Gilberts neck and threw him off. Gilbert however refused to let go and was thrown away with skin, tissue, and blood filling his mouth which he spat onto the ground.
Gilbert gave a roar as he leaped at the man once more. This time he was successful. He was able to bring the man to the ground with his body pinning the others down.
Gilbert gave a snarl of success before he begun to drink his fangs towards the mans throat once more.
Gilbert managed to see a glimpse of blue eyes before they momentarily darkened to red and narrowed. The blood that had been flowing from the wounded arm that Gilbert had managed to make flew forward suddenly through Gilberts stomach and arms.
He gave a slight gasp as he was thrown back and onto the ground. He started slightly as he felt himself calm down from the transformation and took a deep breath as he felt himself return to normal.
“Are you alright?” the man asked, his voice familiar.
Prussia glanced at the man and was only slightly surprised to see Germany sitting next to him.
“Hey.” Prussia said softly his eyes going to Germanys arm and throat. “I hurt you.”
Germany waved his sentence away. “It’s healing.”
That was true. Due to their status’ as both nations and vampires Germanys wounds healed faster and left no scar behind.
Germany reached over and pulled out the frozen blood he had thrown at Prussia out of his brother’s body. “Did I hurt you too badly?”
Prussia shook his head as he slowly sat up and allowed his body to take its natural healing way. “I kinda deserved it for almost attacking the humans over there. Aristocrat with you?”
“No, after it was obvious you weren’t going to turn up we separated to look over the city ourselves.” Germany said. “He went home when we were done.”
“Find anything this time?”
“Nothing.”
Prussia gave a snort as he stood and stretched his arms. “Didn’t think so, that’s why I didn’t go.”
Germany rolled his eyes. “You just didn’t want to be with our elder brother.”
“That too.”
The brothers fell into silence as their bodies healed. Soon they started down the mountain together.
“Hey.” Prussia suddenly said looking at his brother.
Germany raised an eyebrow at the elder. “What?”
“Back there, when I was attacking you.” Prussia said. “I saw your eyes go red.”
Germany nodded slowly. “Yes, you most likely did.”
“Why were they red?” he asked.
Germany rolled his eyes. “I had to use my own power to throw you off brother, I had to transform slightly to get to that power.”
“So your eyes turn red when you transform?” Prussia persisted in asking.
Germany nodded. “That’s one of the things, yes.”
Prussia grinned suddenly. “Couldn’t help but take after your older brother huh?”
Germany rolled his eyes. “Brother, you know that we have no control over what our forms are.”
“Details, details!” Prussia said waving his hand. “I know that you want to be just like your awesome brother.”
Germany bit back his growl as he concentrated on climbing down the mountain.
Prussia reached out and took Germany by the shoulder and turned him.
“Do it again.” Prussia demanded.
“Do what again?” Germany asked.
Prussia grasped Germany by both of his shoulders. “Transform. I want to see the real you.”
Germany sighed as he easily shoved his brothers hands off of his shoulders. “Brother, I never like to nor will I ever transform into that…animal.”
“I want to see your eyes.” Prussia persisted. “I like seeing your eyes as red as mine. Please?” he pleaded with the most dog eyed look he could muster.
Germany rolled his eyes and sighed. Suddenly when he looked at his brother his eyes were red as blood, his pupils were silted, and his fangs had extended slightly. A blink of the eyes however and it vanished as fast as if had came.
“Enough?” Germany asked.
Prussia was grinning. “For now. One day I will see the real you West.”
“Mm.” Germany sounded as they continued to walk down. Prussia was a few steps behind Germany.
He glanced at his shaking hand before he curled it into a fist. In a single look, no one had ever managed to put fear into him from a single look save for his father Germania.
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia, Germany
Rating: T on the safe side.
Warnings: Um...brothers kinda kissing in the first chapter. It's not real kissing but it is transferring something mouth to mouth so...take that as you will. But I don't mean for this to be Germancest.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary:The German family has kept a secret from all the other nations dating back to their sire Germania. The secret? They are vampires.
Prussia knew that he should more on the lookout with all the humans dying in a very vampiric way and that he should be going with West and Aristocrat around the city in trying to find the culprits responsible for them.
However after a week and a half of doing that it got boring very quickly and he had the need to get out and run.
With time progressing the way it was the areas where they could run and hunt was getting smaller and more populated by humans. Meaning they had to be more careful and everything that Prussia hated.
However thankfully there were still some places, deep in a forest or high up a mountain, that was far away enough from humans that he didn’t have to worry about anything really.
He loved running as fast as he was able to. He loved the feeling of the muscles in his legs pumping and protesting. The wind that blew through his hair and made his eyes water. Giving into his senses and finally becoming the true predator that he was.
His red eyes glowed in the moonlight with his fangs long and curved over his bottom lip. His eyesight, hearing, taste senses all enhanced and nearly humming with energy.
His nails dug into the mountain as he pulled himself up. He could tell the air was thinning and for some humans they might have needed to take some sort of action against it.
Not for him however. He jumped to the side and landed on a ledge gracefully before he jumped up and dug into the earth as well.
He turned so that his back was against the mountain and he was looking over the valley. He took a deep breath, enjoying the sting it caused on his lungs, and as he breathed out he felt the change take form.
His hair grew longer until it reached his waist. He could feel his fangs and nails grow as his body became sharper. His lips curled into a snarl he came alive.
Growling he climbed the mountain, nails digging into the rough earth as easy as if it was made of sand. His body practically flew on the land. Choosing to go to the side he twisted his body so that it bended to his will.
Scents filled him. The scent of fresh air and cleanliness. Animals living in certain caves that was etched into the skin of the mountain.
He stopped however when he felt a different scent, one that caused saliva to pool under his tongue and his stomach to rumble in sudden hunger.
Humans. Humans that were evidently camping here. Miles away from civilization and from help.
Miles away from anywhere where anyone would be able to hear them scream. Only the whispers on the wind.
The Prussia, the somewhat rational, part of him refused to breathe in the scent and encouraged himself to transform back.
The Gilbert, the vampire, part of him however drank in the scents greedily and forced himself to remain transformed and a danger to the humans. It encouraged him to hunt as they had done ages ago when the world had been young and it was easy to hide the victims.
Gilbert grinned, his now black eyes shining in eagerness, as he ran towards his new victims.
Hiding behind the rocks he gave a glance at the humans. A man and a woman setting up a camp for the night.
His grin widened as he crouched down low to the ground. He started to stalk towards the humans.
He froze suddenly when he felt a new scent enter him. A familiar scent that he couldn’t position. However he could tell is was another vampire.
He growled under his breath, he had no desire to share his meal; he hurriedly jumped to his feet and leaped at the humans.
Only for a new body, the one that had the new scent ran into him effectively pushing him away from the humans who had their backs to them.
Gilbert growled as he jumped back to his feet and crouched, his lips were curled back into a snarl and he made sure that his pupils were silted.
The vampire in front of him, the scent was so familiar, answered with a snarl of his own as he crouched as well. They circled around one another before leaping at each other.
The enemy was bigger and stronger however Gilbert had a small advantage. In his true form he had the ability to use his magic while this vampire was still in his human form.
Gilbert raked his claws along the stomach of the enemy making a deep enough wound for some blood to fall onto his nails. Grinning he pulled his arm back and with his eyes glowing created spears of blood to grow on his own nails.
He used the new spears to attack the man once more. The man was fast however Gilbert was able to puncture his arm. He snapped the spears out through his arm and leaped towards his throat, his fangs closed on the front of the enemy’s throat.
The man gave a grunt of pain as his own hand came up and wrapped around Gilberts neck and threw him off. Gilbert however refused to let go and was thrown away with skin, tissue, and blood filling his mouth which he spat onto the ground.
Gilbert gave a roar as he leaped at the man once more. This time he was successful. He was able to bring the man to the ground with his body pinning the others down.
Gilbert gave a snarl of success before he begun to drink his fangs towards the mans throat once more.
Gilbert managed to see a glimpse of blue eyes before they momentarily darkened to red and narrowed. The blood that had been flowing from the wounded arm that Gilbert had managed to make flew forward suddenly through Gilberts stomach and arms.
He gave a slight gasp as he was thrown back and onto the ground. He started slightly as he felt himself calm down from the transformation and took a deep breath as he felt himself return to normal.
“Are you alright?” the man asked, his voice familiar.
Prussia glanced at the man and was only slightly surprised to see Germany sitting next to him.
“Hey.” Prussia said softly his eyes going to Germanys arm and throat. “I hurt you.”
Germany waved his sentence away. “It’s healing.”
That was true. Due to their status’ as both nations and vampires Germanys wounds healed faster and left no scar behind.
Germany reached over and pulled out the frozen blood he had thrown at Prussia out of his brother’s body. “Did I hurt you too badly?”
Prussia shook his head as he slowly sat up and allowed his body to take its natural healing way. “I kinda deserved it for almost attacking the humans over there. Aristocrat with you?”
“No, after it was obvious you weren’t going to turn up we separated to look over the city ourselves.” Germany said. “He went home when we were done.”
“Find anything this time?”
“Nothing.”
Prussia gave a snort as he stood and stretched his arms. “Didn’t think so, that’s why I didn’t go.”
Germany rolled his eyes. “You just didn’t want to be with our elder brother.”
“That too.”
The brothers fell into silence as their bodies healed. Soon they started down the mountain together.
“Hey.” Prussia suddenly said looking at his brother.
Germany raised an eyebrow at the elder. “What?”
“Back there, when I was attacking you.” Prussia said. “I saw your eyes go red.”
Germany nodded slowly. “Yes, you most likely did.”
“Why were they red?” he asked.
Germany rolled his eyes. “I had to use my own power to throw you off brother, I had to transform slightly to get to that power.”
“So your eyes turn red when you transform?” Prussia persisted in asking.
Germany nodded. “That’s one of the things, yes.”
Prussia grinned suddenly. “Couldn’t help but take after your older brother huh?”
Germany rolled his eyes. “Brother, you know that we have no control over what our forms are.”
“Details, details!” Prussia said waving his hand. “I know that you want to be just like your awesome brother.”
Germany bit back his growl as he concentrated on climbing down the mountain.
Prussia reached out and took Germany by the shoulder and turned him.
“Do it again.” Prussia demanded.
“Do what again?” Germany asked.
Prussia grasped Germany by both of his shoulders. “Transform. I want to see the real you.”
Germany sighed as he easily shoved his brothers hands off of his shoulders. “Brother, I never like to nor will I ever transform into that…animal.”
“I want to see your eyes.” Prussia persisted. “I like seeing your eyes as red as mine. Please?” he pleaded with the most dog eyed look he could muster.
Germany rolled his eyes and sighed. Suddenly when he looked at his brother his eyes were red as blood, his pupils were silted, and his fangs had extended slightly. A blink of the eyes however and it vanished as fast as if had came.
“Enough?” Germany asked.
Prussia was grinning. “For now. One day I will see the real you West.”
“Mm.” Germany sounded as they continued to walk down. Prussia was a few steps behind Germany.
He glanced at his shaking hand before he curled it into a fist. In a single look, no one had ever managed to put fear into him from a single look save for his father Germania.