Author's note: New fic alert! So the title isn't definite. I'll probably change it later but for now that's all I could think of :U SO. This will be an England/Spain fic later on. There are moments of France/England and Norway/England as well. Basically, Arthur's a witch caught in the middle of the war between werewolves and vampires. I might put out a list of who's a witch, vamp, and werewolf sometime soon. For now, enjoy the first chapter ;w;
He found the beast whimpering outside his cottage. Arthur never took in strays but there was something almost pitiful about this one. He stayed out of the way of the mundane war going on. He was a witch and no matter how often either side tried to persuade him, he stayed neutral. It was the only reason he was still alive.
But this particular werewolf had stumbled upon his step, dripping from a large wound in his abdomen. Arthur made a sound of disapproval as he stepped out and hoisted the creature into his arms. He knew that even though it may look human, it was really a ravenous beast.
"Stop whimpering," he growled. Dark green eyes stared back at him. He mumbled a few spells under his breath and watched as the wound started to close. "What clan are you?"
The wolf shook his head. "No clan," he rasped out. "N-Newly turned."
Arthur's eyes widened. "So is that how you got injured?" He had heard of clans attacking newly turned wolves for no other reason other than they were too hungry to search out a meal.
Once again, he shook his head. "Vampires. They found me."
"I see." Arthur helped remove the other's torn shirt, unable to stop himself from staring at the golden skin. "Do you have a name?"
"Antonio," he said softly.
"How did you know I lived here?"
Antonio blinked. "I didn't. I only hoped you weren't human."
"You're lucky, wolf."
The other man tensed up. "Don't call me that. Please."
Arthur shrugged and continued to mumble spells. "If you led the vampires to my cabin, I might just kill you myself," he grumbled.
Antonio's eyes widened. "You don't mean that, do you?"
"I have a knife of pure iron and liquid mercury in the back. Don't tempt me, wolf."
When he was done fixing the wounds on Antonio, Arthur expected the beast to get up and leave. Any werewolf or vampire who came to him for healing was usually in and out before Arthur had time to ask if they wanted some tea. But this one didn't look like he was in any hurry.
"You can leave anytime now," he grumbled out.
Antonio looked over at him. "I…have no where to go."
"Do you remember the wolf who turned you?"
"I just know he was very big…"
"Well that sums it up," Arthur sighed. "Any other features?"
"He had some hair pieces out of place."
"Hm…Could be Caesar. He's a very powerful clan leader."
Antonio didn't seem interested. "I…I don't want to go to a clan," he said softly.
"Well you can't stay here with me," Arthur snarled as he put some of his potions away. "I'm in neutral territory. I will not have you bringing the war to my front door, thank you very much. I know there must be a coven of vampires on your trail as we speak. So I suggest you leave now and find your clan."
"But—" He suddenly stopped, ears picking up movement from outside. His nose detected a horribly familiar scent and he paled. "Oh no…"
Arthur whirled around to look at him. "What?"
The witch narrowed his eyes and looked at his door. "Wonderful. You better hide, wolf."
"You're not just going to open the door, are you?"
"If they want something, I must give it to them. It's why they don't kill me. So hide your arse somewhere and pray they don't smell you." He slowly walked up to the door and opened it. An attractive blonde man stood outside, grinning to show off his fangs. Arthur glared at him. "Oh. It's you," he spat.
"Oui," the vampire said, gliding into the little cabin. "It has been a long time, non?"
"Is that any way to treat a guest? Tsk, tsk, ma chérie."
"Why are you here, Francis?" he growled.
Francis pouted. "Can I not come visit you?"
"Not unless you have a purpose. So spill it."
The vampire chuckled. "My, you know me so well." He stepped closer, bringing a hand up to Arthur's face. He leaned in and brushed his lips against the witch's. "You know why I'm here," he whispered.
"No, I'm afraid I don't," Arthur hissed back, trying to ignore how intoxicating Francis was.
Francis smirked and walked around him. "I know a wolf passed by here. I was the one chasing him."
"I pity that wolf then."
"Ha, but you see, he was injured. I know he came to you, Arthur."
"I haven't seen any wolves around here in weeks. You know they prefer to keep their packs away from me."
"Oui, I know." Francis stopped walking and stood behind him, breathing along his neck heavily. "You look so lovely from the back…"
Arthur remained still, even when Francis pressed against him, running a tongue down the side of his neck. He swallowed hard, knowing full well the vampire could easily kill him on the spot. But he wouldn't. Both sides had an agreement with the witch not to harm him as long as he remained neutral.
"S-Stop that," he said after a moment, gasping as he felt the fangs very lightly scraping against his skin.
"…Very well." Francis stepped back around to face him. "Your skin looks so lovely when it's flushed," he smiled.
"If this is all you came here to say, then leave. You've overstayed your welcome."
Francis' eyes narrowed and flashed red in an instant. His hand reached out at lightning speed and grabbed Arthur around the neck, lifting him up off the ground. "You have no authority over me, witch," he hissed dangerously. Arthur choked and struggled against his iron grip, trying to mumble an incantation. "If I find out you have been harboring a wolf, I will report you to my superiors. You wouldn't like that." He brought Arthur down closer so that they were inches apart. "I'd hate to kill you over something so easily avoided," he said, stroking Arthur's cheek with a finger. He released the other blonde and grinned as the witch gasped for air. "Do I make myself clear?"
Arthur glared at him. "Yes," he snapped.
"Good." Francis grabbed Arthur's hand and brought it to his lips. "Just one taste? For compensation." Arthur paled, but after a moment nodded his head in defeat. Francis smiled and brought the left index finger into his mouth. He sucked on it a few seconds before sinking his fangs into the tip. Arthur winced a little. Francis moaned appreciatively as he sucked the blood out. Once he was finished, he pulled back licking his lips. "Your blood is always so delicious and sweet," he cooed, stroking Arthur's trembling hand. "I wonder if it's because you're a witch?"
"Are you done now?" he asked, reaching to grab a cloth to wrap his still bleeding finger in.
"I suppose I am. Lovely to see you, Arthur. You'll be seeing me again soon, I'm sure." He stepped out of the cabin and blew a kiss. "Au revoir!" He was gone before Arthur had a chance to blink.
Swearing to himself, Arthur closed the door and slumped down in a chair. Antonio crawled out from wherever he had been hiding and sat next to him. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble," he mumbled.
"Forget it. Francis is the least of my worries."
"But he could kill you."
Arthur shrugged. "I'm not concerned. I've lived for a very long time and I've known Francis most of that time. I have spells to fight him off if it comes down to it."
"For healing me. And for not handing me over."
"I didn't do it out of the kindness of my heart," he grumbled.
Antonio smiled a little. "Regardless, I owe you my life."
Arthur wished he would leave already. He didn't want the vampires to start getting suspicious. "You can go," he snarled, grabbing a few potion bottles off the shelf and placing them down on his desk. "They could come back and I wouldn't be able to protect you a second time."
The brunette nodded with a pout. He stood up and held out his hand for Arthur to shake. Arthur stared at it. What the bloody hell was with this werewolf? Couldn't he just leave and let Arthur go back to his solitary neutrality? Antonio seemed to take the hint that Arthur was not going to shake his hand and put it back at his side with a frown. "Um…I guess I'll go now," he said.
"Go out the back," Arthur said without looking at him. "It's a clear run to the clans from there."
"T-Thank you again…"
"Just go already." Arthur glanced over his shoulder and saw that Antonio looked like a kicked puppy as he walked towards the back door. "…Be careful," he muttered. He didn't look to see if Antonio had heard him. All he heard was the quick running and the slam of the door.
Woo. Finally got this baby out there. I honestly was just going to make this a oneshot but the plot got away with me :P