Epilogue:

Before long, everything returned to normal – the pre-zombie, pre-depression normal – with my life, in shorter time than I would've expected it to happen. As expected, the hospital was overjoyed that Roderich had returned and welcomed him back with happy, open arms. Because I am the luckiest person in the world, I somehow managed to miss an important calculus test. Even Francis and Feliciano, who had been gone for an entire year, were in better shape to graduate than I was.

Did I also mention I had missed most university application deadlines? Yes, I was definitely very intelligent. But somehow, Francis managed to find applications and deadlines that still haven't come and would appear at my house every day with a stack of new ones. As much as my father loathed Francis' existence in our house, the fact Francis was helping me with my 'future' made Albert soften ever so slightly. He no longer glared at Francis the entire time Francis was at our house but still continued to give him the silent treatment. Of course, the entire time Francis was at our house was only four hours per day. I wasn't allowed out of the house except for school.

Speaking of school, my fellow classmates were only dully surprised at Francis' and Feliciano's return, Michelle and Taylor being the only two really horrified when they saw Francis' arm around my waist again. It was like everything was back to normal.

But not quite. As much as I tried to pretend, I knew my life wouldn't return back to the norm if Alfred still hated me. But I wasn't allowed out of the house and whenever Alfred's name was mentioned in the vicinity of Francis, Francis would get angry. So whenever Francis would go home after visiting hours were over, I would spend the two hours I had before Francis came through my bedroom window unknown to Albert to call Alfred and pray that he answer. Of course, the git wouldn't; he was probably still angry at me.

Weeks passed by and he still wouldn't pick up, still wouldn't answer the phone. My worry and guilt for him increased until I was just furious he was being a child about it all and was ignoring me.

"You have to understand, Arthur, that now that we're back, Alfred's going to keep a safe distance," Francis said soothingly, rubbing my shoulders as I vented at him about Alfred. We were sitting in Francis' car, watching the rain pour down, trying to spend as much time as possible before getting home.

"But he could at least call," I grumbled, feeling my body relax.

"He's a young werewolf, non?" Francis asked. "I doubt he would be able to control himself near me. An encounter with him would turn into a fight and I probably wouldn't be able to stop myself from killing him. You'd be upset if something happened to him, so I don't want that to ever happen," he added.

I looked away, not answering. I wasn't stupid; I knew that eventually, if the two met, one of them would die. If cutting off ties with Alfred was the only way to prevent that, then I would do it.

"Just take me home before Albert kills me," I muttered, staring out of the window. Francis put the car into ignition and began to drive, glancing at me worriedly.

"I think you're already in more trouble," he said, as we neared my house.

"What are you talking…?" I trailed off as I saw what was parked in my driveway.

My motorcycle.

I was screwed. Screwed beyond screwed. And if Francis was right and I was in more trouble, then that would mean that Albert knew that the motorcycle was mine. And only one person apart from me knew.

"I'm going to rip him into pieces," I growled, storming out of the car even before Francis had parked. If the git – the wanker – thought he could regain my friendship by betraying me he was sorely mistaken. Francis followed me out quickly, looking nervous. "Is he still here?" I hissed at Francis, who nodded.

"Over there," Francis said, pointing to an area near my house, a little area of forest.

"I'm going to murder him," I growled, stomping towards the little forest. Francis grabbed me by the arm.

"He's here for me, that's why he's still here," Francis cautioned as I attempted to drag him towards the forest. "He's here to talk."

"You can talk; I'm going to kill him," I snarled. Francis eventually loosened his grip and I nearly ran to the place Alfred was waiting for us.

The git was leaning against a fucking tree like he was the coolest motherfucker in the universe, wearing no shirt as usual, and scowling at us like we were the bad guys.

Francis instinctively pushed me behind him slightly and I glowered at him before directing my glare at Alfred again.

"Arthur," Alfred said coldly to me.

"Asshole," I hissed. "Are you fucking insane? How could you tell my father about the motorcycles!"

Alfred's scowl vanished but he still glared at us. "It was for the best," he said in a hard voice.

"Don't give me that bullshit – did you even think? Do you want Albert to rip me into little tiny pieces? Or do you want to kill him by heart attack like Conrad? Fuck whatever you were trying to do to me – how could you do that to him?" I half-yelled.

Alfred winced, suddenly looking a lot guiltier. But he didn't answer.

"He wasn't aiming to hurt anyone," Francis spoke up, looking almost amused. "He just wanted to get you grounded so I could see you as much."

"Shut up," Alfred growled, glaring at Francis.

"Are you stupid?" I fumed at Alfred angrily. "I'm already grounded – why do you think I haven't driven to Riverside and kicked your ass for not answering my phone calls yet?"

Alfred stared at me, looking confused. "Y-you were already grounded?" he asked, surprise in his voice.

"He thought I wouldn't let you out of the house, not Albert," Francis informed me.

"Stop that," Alfred growled and Francis smirked in response.

"As if I'd let a boy tell me what to do – I thought you knew me better than that!" I fumed, but Alfred wasn't paying attention to me any longer.

"So must know why I'm here, judging by your freakish ability," Alfred said to Francis through gritted teeth.

"Yes," Francis said. His smirk faded. "But before, may I say something?"

Alfred nodded curtly and waited, his body beginning to shudder. I felt myself cower back in fear.

"Thank you," Francis said, and I could hear the sincerity in his voice. I blinked at him in surprise, and I could tell Alfred was caught off guard too. "I owe you a lot. There is no language in the world to describe how grateful I am. I'll owe you for pretty much the rest of my existence."

Alfred glanced at me quickly but stared back at Francis, looking confused. He momentarily stopped shuddering.

"Thank you for keep Arthur," Francis elaborated. "When I couldn't."

"Francis," I said but he silenced me, still looking at Alfred.

I saw understanding flash in Alfred's eyes before his glare returned. "I didn't do it for you," Alfred growled.

"I know, but that doesn't stop me from being grateful. So I still thank you," Francis said. "If I could, I'd give you anything."

Alfred stared at him, an eyebrow raised. Francis frowned.

"Not that. That's not my choice to," Francis said.

"Then whose is it?" Alfred shot back.

"Arthur's. I'm here until Arthur wants me to leave," Francis said.

"You aren't leaving," I growled and Alfred gagged as Francis leaned down to kiss my forehead. In retrospect, he probably did it to spite Alfred, but it didn't stop the slight smile appearing on my face.

"You do remember the key points in the treaty, right?" Alfred shot at Francis suddenly, making us both look at him.

"What key points?" I demanded as Francis stated that he did remembered.

"Your precious bloodsuckers are not allowed to bite a human. The moment that happens, the truce is over and we kill them. Notice I say bite," he continued, noticing the look on my face, "not kill."

I glared at him coldly. "That's none of your business," I growled, realizing what Alfred was trying to imply.

Alfred stared at me in horror, his convulsions returning, stronger and more dangerous than ever. Alfred hadn't realized, hadn't wanted to realize how willing I was to turn into a vampire. How willing I was to turn into his worst enemy.

Alfred's face turned a pale green as he fought to control himself. I took a hesitant step closer but Francis grabbed my arm quickly. "Careful, he's not in control," Francis murmured, worry in his eyes.

Alfred's head shot up to glare at Francis with pure hate. "I'd never hurt him," he snapped at Francis and the insult didn't miss either of us.

"How dare you," Francis hissed, his hands balling into fists. I grabbed onto Francis with all my power, which wasn't that much.

"ARTHUR KIRKLAND, YOU GET INTO THIS HOUSE THIS INSTANT!" a voice yelled from the house, making us fall into horrified silence.

I was the first to speak, my voice shaking. "Fuck," I whispered, staring at the house worriedly.

"I'm sorry," Alfred said, still trying to control himself. "I thought it would help."

"Gee, thanks," I growled, sarcasm returning to my voice as my stomach churned nervously. Albert was going to kill me; he was going to ship me off to New York and make sure I could never set foot in England ever again.

"Just one last thing," Francis said quickly before Alfred could turn away. "Have you gotten any trace of Yong Soo from your side?"

Alfred shook his head. "The moment he smelled your little male vampire's scent he ran off. We haven't gotten any scent of him since," he said. Francis nodded curty.

"IF YOU DO NOT GET YOUR ARSE INTO THIS HOUSE IN ONE MINUTE, GOD HELP YOU!" Albert yelled from the house.

"Let's go," Francis said, tugging me away from Alfred.

"I'm sorry," Alfred whispered and I could see the misery on his face. I wished there were some way I could stop it…some way I could erase his pain…

I nodded at him and turned away, letting Francis lead me towards the house. I could hear Alfred run away from us, his clothes ripping as he transformed.

What the fuck was wrong with my life?

My boyfriend and best friend wanted to kill each other.

My best friend now considered me one of his enemies.

There was a psycho-vampire still on the loose, putting to risk anyone I was close to.

If I didn't become a vampire soon, the Ceemya would kill me.

If I did become a vampire soon, the werewolves would kill us all, possibly killing themselves during the fight.

I had a fucked up life. Yet suddenly, none of that seemed as terrifying as the look on Albert's face as we walked up the driveway towards him. Suddenly, nothing seemed more appealing to me than turning and running the other direction, driving away so Albert could never find me and murder me.

Francis glanced down at me and took my hand into his, squeezing it gently. "I'm here," he whispered reassuringly, somehow managing to read what I was thinking despite the mind-block.

I took a deep breath in. Francis was right – I wasn't alone with this. I could face anything with Francis by my side.

And with that, I squared my shoulders bravely and tightened my grip on Francis' hand, walking forwards to meet my destiny.

And of course, I prayed that Albert wouldn't kill me.

The End.

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