Alfred walked through the door of the house and was immediately greeted by the smell of something sweet baking.
“Natalya! I’m home!” she called, taking her coat off and hanging it up on the rack next to the door. Another woman emerged from the kitchen. She had light colored hair pulled back in a long ponytail, bangs held out of her face with a while headband. She wiped her hands on a dark blue, flour covered apron.
“Who is this?” she asked, not an ounce of warmth in her voice. She eyed him coldly.
“This is…” she looked at him out of the corner of her eye.
“Alfred.” he supplied quickly.
“He’s making his way to Russia and I offered him a place to stay!” Katyusha said cheerfully. Natalya shot something at her in what he assumed was Ukrainian, and Katyusha said something calmly back. She looked to Alfred apologetically.
“The guest room is up the stairs, down the hall, third door on the right.” She turned back to the other woman and went back to speaking in their foreign tongue.
Alfred turned and began making his way up the stairs, looking at all of the different pictures lining the walls. There were many, mostly of Katyusha and her siblings. There seemed to be pictures from all types of cameras and time periods. He had not thought that there was anything different sbout them in the beginning, so he just assumed that they liked photography, although all of the pictured were very, very old looking.
Once he got to the indicated room, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him quietly. Alfred toed off his shoes and collapsed on the end of the bed, not caring to cover himself or strip out of his dirty clothes. He fell asleep to the warm smell of baking bread and cinnamon.
Alfred woke to the familiar light pressure and pinch of fangs burying themselves in his neck. Groggily, he shifted himself so he was a bit more comfortable and let himself wake up slowly, eyes still closed. This was a rather common occurrence; when Arthur was leaving for work, he would go to Alfred for something quick to eat since he was the heaviest sleeper.
It wasn’t until the fangs were gone that he remembered that he was, in fact, on the border of Ukraine and Russia and had left his last master’s house over an entire week ago.
His blue eyes shot open and he shrieked, tumbling backwards off of the bed and landing on the hardwood floor in a tangle of sheets. “Owww. Fucking fuck!” he cursed, struggling to untangle himself from the blankets. The initial shock faded slightly.
He rubbed the back of his head and looked around what part of the room was visible. Nothing was out of the ordinary, so he thought he had just imagined it. “Woah, trippy.”
But when he went to sit back up, an ash-blond head popped over the side of the bed, startling him yet again and making him shoot back and against the wall with a surprised exclamation.
“Are you alright?” the new person asked. Alfred looked at him, bewilderment clearly visible on his face. For once in his life he was truly thankful that he slept with all of his clothes on.
“No I’m not alright! You can’t just do that without permission! You scared me!” Alfred spat, crossing his arms indignantly. “Who are you, anyway?” He studied the features of the person above him. His eyes were a bright purple, his hair and skin were so pale he was almost white, and he adorned a creepy-yet-somehow-friendly smile. He looked completely normal, but there was just something off about the whole picture; how perfect it was.
“My name is Ivan. My sisters told me your name is Alfred. That’s right, right?” Ivan smiled a little wider, showing his… fangs. Long, pointed, glistening white canines. This, this was definitely the Ivan he was looking for.
“Oh thank God you’re the right one,” he whispered to himself, albeit a little louder than he originally intended. The Russian flinched slightly. Alfred noticed and immediately tried to make up for his mistake.“Oh my gosh I forgot you’re a vampire I’m so sorry!”
Ivan looked confused, to say the least. “I don’t… You know what I am, and you’re not afraid?”
“Well, I’d think that I wouldn’t be afraid, since you’re the only reason that I’m here right now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I came looking for you. See, I need your help.” Alfred already felt like he was submitting to the vampire, what with the positions they were in.
“What do you need the help of a vampire for?”
“Not just any vampire; you, specifically.” Alfred took a breath to steady his shot nerves. This may have been what he came for, but the task of actually asking for help was turning out to be a little harder than originally planned.“I…I need protection from my last master. Would you help me?”
Ivan cocked his head to the side in an almost wolfish manner. “What’s in it for me if I do?”he inquired, almost catching Alfred’s eye. Alfred quickly blinked and looked down; catching a vampire’s eye was dangerous no matter who you are, even for other vampires. Lets them gain control over you, among other, more sinister things.
“Whatever you want, but I don’t have much money, so that wouldn’t be the smartest thing to ask for.”
“No,” Ivan laughed, “I have no use for some material thing that can be very easily acquired.” He paused in his speaking, and Alfred was floundering desperately, trying to come up with something, anything, to pay him with. He was so deep in thought that he started when the Russian’s silky voice purred out again. “I’d be willing to offer my personal protection if you became mine. Mine and mine alone.” Ivan hung his arm over the side of the bed, tracing lines along the probably ancient stitching.
I did want another master to live under, Alfred thought to himself, But what if he’s just as bad as Arthur had gotten? No matter; I ran away once, and I can do it again if I need to. Maybe borrow some money and go back home. Alfred argued back and forth with himself for almost a minute, before finally delivering his answer:
“I’ll do it.”
Ivan is the main vampire and Amy is the new girl and they’re in college because who the fuck would go to high school more than once?
And people like Amy because she’s a genuinely bright and interesting human being and not living wallpaper. And Ivan likes her because he’s in his 1,000+ year brooding phase still and she’s no nonsense and she smells delicious (I guess he says she does and the other vampires are like, dude, why she’s very… annoying isn’t she?)
Arthur and Francine are the parents of the vampire family against Arthur’s will, initially, because seriously they can’t stop turning and adopting young people.
And Gilbert is the werewolf but there isn’t actually a love triangle they just pretend there is one to mess with Ivan because they’re both pricks and Ivan is sensitive and Gilbert likes fighting too much. (Then Gilbert can be with Amy’s twin brother and not her… baby.)
And then Ivan comes to school and he’s like… ahhhh, blood, holy shit, why? And Belarus, his vampire sister, is like: Because periods you fucking idiot? And then Ivan has to awkwardly not come to the school during the weeks (He times her cycle? He asks… Matt?) when Amy is on her period because her blood drives him crazy and she figures it out and never lets it go.