Hey~ Forev here with my sweet America giving you a fascinating RP piece that we've been working on since November. My favorite piece by far~! I love it to death. Got some hot vampire bits and epic yaoi…just as a warning. Anywho, not gonna waste your time here…start reading!

Chapter 1

Alfred waited outside. Venice really was a lovely place. He decided to go because hell, vampires can go on vacation too, you know! And he was really in the mood for some Italian tonight. Alfred licked his lips and waited in the shadows of the night. It was a lot cooler now that the sun had gone down, and the shadows of gondolas faded in and out of the background as romantic passengers took advantage of the still and peaceful night.

Too bad it won't be for long. Alfred smirked. But he had no desire to get in or anywhere near the water. Nah, why bother when drunks were still stumbling out of the restaurants? Rather picky about his meals he now couldn't deny the fact that he was now extremely hungry. He spotted a pair of shadows from around the corner. I hope they had a ton to drink. He thought as he moved in closer. If they had enough I can taste it in their blood.

"Dammit, Feli! I told you to stop doing that! What the fuck does it matter if some guest liked your soup? You don't just stop what you're doing to go and talk to the bitch!"

Feliciano pouted. "Ve, fratello...she said she really, really liked it. What if she was a critic? How can I not just go and be friendly?"

The older of the two rolled his eyes. "Jesus...if she had been a fucking critic, then you think maybe, just maybe she would have said so, instead of continuing on the fucking conversation for 30 fucking minutes!"

The younger sniffled. "Sorry, fratello...i just-"

"'Wanted to be friendly.' I know..." They both fell into silence, slowly making their way back to their shared apartment. The restaurant had been busy past closing time, so both the brothers were exhausted.

As they rounded the corner and came upon their small home, a ringing made them both jump. Lovino whipped out his phone and glared at the calling number. "Shit, i forgot i had to meet Toni." He stared at Feliciano. "I'll be back later tonight...or tomorrow...it...depends." By now the Italian was blushing. He shook off the feelings, and walked off, glancing back over his shoulder one last time before disappearing from view.

Alfred listened in on their conversation, studying them. Hmmm the high strung one with the cell phone looks like a ton of fun...but the cute one...God I can just taste his blood...they look so good. Gazing at them a moment, admiring the 'high strung' boys hips as he turned away, it took all of his strength to keep from being entranced by their erotic and over powering sway. He looks so tasty...

Prince Charming didn't seem to be going anywhere fast but The Attitude King mentioned meeting another person. I gotta grab him before he gets away. He decided, moving swiftly around the building to the next side street as The Attitude King made his way toward it.

Prepping himself like a cat, he sprung out, grabbing him from behind and cramming his cool, clammy fingers into his mouth. "Shhhh...please just relax..." With some difficulty he managed to avoid the others swings and attempts to break away. "Hush now, lovely one. Why so excited? The night has only just begun..."

"Ah!" his mouth was invaded by icy fingers before he could do or say anything. Lovino tried to maneuver his way out of the others grip, but nothing he did could get past the man's strength. The anger beneath his skin was only just bubbling to the surface when the man spoke. His...voice was so...smooth and beautiful. The Italian felt himself relaxing against his better judgment. His heart was still racing though and the fear was still clouding his mind, but his body didn't react. It remained loose under the other man's touch. Lovino had never been so scared or confused in his entire life.

Alfred knew he had to act quickly, they were alone now but they were also in public and it seemed like this city had no damn curfew. Taking a slow breath to calm himself he lent into his victim. Pressing his face against his neck he could smell the chemicals coursing through his veins. The fear sparked adrenaline, a particularly rich flavoring when added into in the blood; like a spice.

The feeling of the blood pumping so roughly against his skin only enhanced his appetite. His skin, now lightly glazed with sweat was soaked in his sweet smell. He couldn't resist. He had to get back to Prince Charming but...first he had to taste.

Re affirming his hold, he slowly ran his tongue along his neck, burying his face into The Attitude Kings shirt collar so he could start at the base, and moved up along his jugular vein. He shivered. The feeling of his blood pumping so hard...he could feel it move against his tongue...His cold body flashed with a kind of hot that sparked along his spine. Oh yes, this one will do very nicely.

His heart beat was racing as the other leaned in on his neck. He wanted to scream so badly, but his body still wasn't responding. A slight whimper escaped as the man's tongue moved gracefully against his flesh. Lovino was panicking. His heart beat was so high that his vision was starting to swim. Dio, please just end this...His mind traveled to his brother. He would never see his brother again. This weird man was going to kill him...and Feliciano would never know what happened.

A single tear slid down his overly calm face, but Lovino made sure no others escaped. He would not act so weak in front of his killer. His body's strange comatose state was the only thing keeping him from fighting back. Lovino just wanted him to pull out the knife-or gun-and end it already.

Alfred froze when he felt something hit his cheek. Wiping it off and looking back at the boy he discovered what it was; a tear. Lapping lightly at his cheek he could taste its bitter yet salty flavor. He then moved his other hand down to grab onto the boys shoulders. "Sorry lovely, I really don't want to do this but it will feel good later, I promise." He then flipped the boy around and pulled him to the ground, pinning him there with his knees. Taking out a chloroform soaked handkerchief from his pocket, he used it to cover his face. "Shush", he murmured softly, bringing his lips to his ear "it's okay. Relax. Give in."

He gasped as he was thrown to the ground and a rag was placed over his mouth. The sudden movement made whatever had been affecting his body wear off slightly. He held his breath and struggled. This wasn't what he wanted. He wasn't going to be some sick man's play thing. No...he was going to...going to...the man spoke again. Telling him to relax. To give in. His body obeyed and his lungs moved normally, bringing the chemical into his blood. The chloroform immediately filled his mind, his vision darkened and the last thing he remembered were brilliant blue eyes before...nothing.

Alfred quickly took the boys limp, and distractingly beautiful, body up in his arms. Savoring the feeling of his soft body heat, he quickly carried him to the place he had been staying in; a house near the water front, it was a rental for tourists and because it was late in the season, the other rentals near it were unoccupied making it the perfect place for him to 'play' with his food.

Gently setting his body in the bed, he locked the door as he left for the other. He had nailed the windows shut earlier and hung thick dark curtains on the windows to block out the sun. Needless to say he was confident The Attitude King wasn't about to get away. He quickly headed out in to the cool chill of the night. Ahhh my Prince Charming is waiting for me, just as I thought. He smirked as he came upon the other one. Right where I left you.

Feliciano was sitting on the couch with his legs tucked into his chest. This late at night, there weren't any good shows on, so he settled for the news. It was the usual: missing persons, a death here, and a death there, a fire. The Italian sighed, felling slightly more depressed then he had when Lovino yelled at him. He glanced at the clock, pouting. It hadn't been too long since he had arrived back at the house alone. Why his fratello had to go meet Antonio, Feliciano had no idea, but the Spaniard had been texting him for hours on end.

He nervously bit his lip and tried to focus back on the TV. He really hated being home alone. It was one of the worst things, the feeling that someone was watching you when there was no one there. He swallowed nervously. Now he was thinking of things that were making him more scared. The anxiety was getting to him and in a last ditch effort, he jumped up and headed to the kitchen to make...something...anything to calm himself down.

Gah, why did he have to be in the house? Gotta think of something... Alfred wracked his brain for a few moments, trying to think of a way to either get in the house or get Charming in there out. He watched from the window opposite of the boy. His shoulder stiff from nerves he was obviously going for some comfort food. Did he see me? Or is it something else...? Are your afraid of the dark, cutie? He smirked at the thought. Then the idea hit him. He quickly ran to the front door of the house.

"Nice place" he said with a chuckle to no one in particular. He then did his best to contain his excitement as he banged on the door. "Hello? Is anyone home? Please I just found a boy in the street! He needs help! Anyone?"

Loud banging from the door made him jump and release a squeak of fear. His heart was beating rapidly as his hand clutched at his chest, trying to catch his breath. A soothingly, sweet voice filtered in through the door and reached his ears. Someone needed help. He rushed to the door, undid the locks and opened it. The very moment he saw the man, his heart started racing again.

Something wasn't right. The man's eyes were...enchantingly blue and his voice was...intoxicating. He subconsciously clutched at his cross, which hung low, hidden by his thin button up shirt. The feeling of the crucifix brought him back to earth slightly. He stared back at the man. "W-What's wrong?"

Alfred froze when the boy answered the door. He was in a kind of shock at first. My God... there was no denying the boy was gorgeous. His lean and formed body was skin kissed with color from the sun...he was magnificent. He decided to play off his 'moment' as part of the act.

"Oh my...you look just like him. With the curl and all...please you must come with me he needs help. I found him by the water." He was about to take his hand when he noticed a soft reflective glimmer in the faint light from inside. A necklace? he wondered. And then he saw it; a crucifix.

He also noticed the boy's great emotion. Why isn't it working, normally they take off ahead of me by now...the crucifix...damn, this may be harder than I thought. Bravely taking his arm farthest away from the cross he urged him on. "We really should hurry".

Feliciano's mind spun. "What? Lovino? What happened to my fratello?" He really didn't know how to react. He didn't feel like he could trust this man, but...he was also very alluring. His body urged him to go with the blue-eyed male, but his mind screamed otherwise. What if it was some kind of trap? What if Lovino was really hurt though? He knew they looked alike. Maybe he had simply seen them earlier that day...at the restaurant.

But what if Lovi is really hurt? Should i call Toni? No...not enough time. Wait...Toni... "W-Why was he by the water? I thought he..." Toni doesn't live by the water..."I don't...trust you...?" Did he? He seemed trustable...no...no. His mind was so twisted. He had no idea what to believe.

"I-I have no idea why he was there. I don't know him. I was just looking for a house with a light and there was no one else out. Come, we should go." Alfred was getting a little nervous now. His improvisations could only help him so much, and the other boy was only going to be out for so long. He had to get Charming out of the house as soon as possible. Just one moment so he could grab and subdue him. A few seconds is all it would take. He did his best to remain 'in character' however, looking into the Italians eyes. Compelling him to listen and act as he wanted.

He moved in close, remembering to react slightly as a chilly wind passed through. "Please, it's cold. We have to do something. I'm here on vacation and I don't know the area very well, let alone much Italian. I can't do this on my own."

If Lovi's really in trouble... He swallowed and hesitantly nodded. Feliciano took a shaky breath. He released his hold on the necklace and crossed the threshold, shutting the door behind him. He glanced back to make sure the door had shut and when he looked back into the other man's eyes he instantly felt compelled to do whatever the other asked. He visibly relaxed, but his eyes remained wary.

Taking his arm he led him off the porch step and out into the street, away from the lights. "Yes...just keep going" he said softly. Suddenly he grabbed him roughly, forcing the cloth over his face just as he had done to his brother. This one struggled much less. "I like you already" he murmured sweetly as he shifted to carry him bridal style. Walking now at a fairly leisurely pace he made his way back to the rental.

After setting him inside he quickly locked the door tight, then moved to check on the other. "Still resting my dear? Well that's no fun...you will lose all your flavor." He gently picked up the older of the two and took him into the bedroom, lying him down into a coffin. Doing the same with his brother, he closed the lids and went to clean up.

*sigh* I love it. So they've been kidnapped~ Yep yep~ I wonder what's going to happen now? ^.^ Will he kill them or turn them? One or both? Hot or cold? In or out? Freddy or Jason? Coke or Pepsi? LAWL~ Easy~ Can't tell, can't tell, cold, in, Jason, and MOUNTAIN DEW! Lawl~ I hate brown pop…sorry Ally, but I do…^.^ R&R