"Alfred, where exactly are we going?" questioned Arthur as he walked alongside his taller companion. In return, the other turned to him, smiling brightly.

"Well, that old church! Rumor has it that there's someone who might give us more info on this vampire dude! They should still be there, but we might want to pick up the pace. This person travels pretty quickly…" Arthur nodded his head.

"Yes, let's hurry up."

A few minutes passed and they neared the church, hurriedly entering the halls of it. Inside a man was busy tidying things up around the place. He spied the odd duo and raised an eyebrow.

"Who are you? And why do you have weapons with you?"

"Arthur Kirkland and Alfred Jones, vampire hunters!" stated the American proudly, and swung the crossbow over his shoulder. "We're here to pick up the information that you might have on a certain vampire by the name of Francis Bonnefoy." At this, the man's eyes widened and backed away.

"N-No…I…I don't know what you're talking about…I c-can't help you, nor can anyone else here."

"You don't understand; this is pretty vital to putting an end to the plagues that have been happening around this area for quite some time!" protested Arthur. "Come now, surely you have something you're not sharing with us?" The man bit his lip.

"Al-Alright…but I warn you; whatever you gain from today might be used against you tomorrow or some other day." Alfred tilted his head in confusion.

"It means we have to be careful, Jones." Arthur explained after taking one look at his partner's face. He turned back to the man and nodded his head. "We understand the consequences, please…show us."

"Right…Elizaveta! We have visitors!" A woman about in her twenties or so walked up to the group with a smile and bowed her head.

"Hello; I take it you're Jones and Kirkland?" Alfred nodded.

"Yeah, that's us."

"Very good, and you're probably here for one thing only…the book?" Alfred gave another nod.

"Yep." Arthur blinked in confusion.

"What? I thought we were here to discuss the specific information on our target."

"What's in that book contains anything you need to know about any vampire, ever to walk the earth. Even a few page journals written by some of the most powerful and terrifying bloodsuckers are in there.' Explained the woman, taking a key from around her neck. She motioned the pair to follow her into a bare room with only a drawer present. She unlocked it and took out the old book; probably dating back to the 14th century. She handed it to Alfred who winced slightly. He wasn't expecting the damned thing to be that heavy. His face split into a wide grin.

"Thank you so much, come on Arthur!"

"No." the other suddenly blurted out. "I'm sorry, but may I speak with you, Miss Elizaveta? It won't take long…I swear."

The Hungarian blinked before nodding slightly. "But of course Kirkland."

Arthur turned his head to Alfred. "This'll only take a moment." The American shrugged.

"Whatever, I'll be waiting outside." And with that, he left, closing the door right behind him and leaving the two to talk.

"So you wanted to talk Mister Kirkland?" Elizaveta asked, leaning against the wall.

Arthur looked up at the woman with an unfamiliar expression. In his eyes, a strange blue tint had masked over his normal emeralds. He grinned.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle."

The moment the other said these words, the Hungarian jumped back and quickly whipped out a wooden stake. She aimed it directly at the other's heart.

"What are you doing here and out in broad daylight might I ask? I see you're using this young man as a shield for that little sun problem you have. Even a head vampire such as yourself can't exactly waltz out during the day, it's almost a shame; it'd double my chances of staking your heart finally." She growled and inched nearer to Arthur who just watched her, amused.

"Mm. Oui; my body is nowhere near this place. However, that doesn't mean I can't possess my servant's bodies. Therefore at least for now, you physically can't do anything to harm me without harming my host."

The woman cursed out loud. Of course the French vampire was right; she couldn't pierce the heart of an innocent vampire hunter, especially if it was the famous Arthur Kirkland. Giving a groan of defeat, she threw the stake to the ground. Francis looked at the discarded weapon with satisfied eyes before turning his gaze back to the woman.

"So what are you here for?" Elizaveta demanded, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Arthur and Alfred were here for that book…what on earth could you possibly want with me?"

"You know what I'm here for." The vampire chuckled. The Hungarian scoffed.

"You know I can't give you that, it's against vampire hunters everywhere. And furthermore, why would I give it to you even if I could, so you can use it against us, you filthy bloodsucker?"

"Ah, but you've forgotten exactly who's body I'm in? One slip of a knife and poor Arthur is dead, while I still live. What's it going to be, ma chere? The book that's rightfully mine, or his life?"

The woman gave one last glare before reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a small black book. "Damn you." She spatted, tossing it to him.

"It's too late for that, I'm afraid." Francis replied with an equally bitter tone before flipping through the contents of the book to confirm it was exactly what he was searching for. A grin signaled his search was successful.

"Tres bien. One more thing before I leave you," he locked eyes with Elizaveta before saying, "You are not to tell anyone of our meeting; and if questioned about the whereabouts of this book, you are to say you loaned it to a trusted friend, understand?"

The woman nodded slightly, her eyes clouded in the dim light. "Yes, I understand." The vampire nodded before leaving.

"You bastard." Arthur cursed under his breath after regaining the ability to speak for himself.

"I did say you'd do an errand for me…didn't I? Just not in the way you were probably expecting." The Frenchman replied back in a smug tone.

"I swear I will kill you; even if it's the last thing I do, I'll be successful."

"I can't count the many times I've heard that, mon ami." Francis chuckled inside the Englishman's head as the other walked back towards Alfred.

"Jesus Arthur, what the hell took you so long? I was about ready to bust in there to see if anything went wrong."

"Don't be ridiculous." Arthur snapped. "There was nothing wrong; I'm quite capable on my own." It wasn't a lie; Arthur alone had killed over fifty vampires within the past decade without slipping up, until now that was. But rest assured, once he though up a plan and got the annoying frog out of his head, he would rid himself of the Frenchie once and for all. But for now, he'd have to remain the obedient servant he was forced to be.

Nightfall came quickly and the Englishman was anxiously waiting outside the hotel, not that he had a choice. Francis had ordered him to earlier on that day, and alone. Wouldn't want his meddling American friend involved, he'd said. It was in a way, better this way. Arthur wasn't planning on losing a friend, and not because of him either.

And like a whistle, a high pitched scream arouse from between the nearest two buildings. Not waiting for another second, Arthur whipped out his gun was security and entered the dark place. It didn't matter if he carried that gun or not. He knew it would be utterly useless for him to act; not while Francis could enter and control his mind whenever and wherever he wanted. And yet, Arthur found himself aiming the weapon straight at the creature's heart. It glanced up from its victim's corpse at the man. It's red eyes boring straight through green ones.

The two were locked in a deadly suspense; no one dared take a step forward or backwards. It was only when Arthur accidentally stumbled did the vampire crack a grin.

"Arthur Kirkland was it? Pleasure to finally meet you~" The vampire got up to his feet and bowed his head mockingly.

"Stefan's my name. I'm here to assist you."

"And just what might that be?" demanded Arthur, keeping the gun pointed at the other's torso. "Give a reason why I shouldn't kill you here for murdering that woman…"

"Give me one why I shouldn't kill your friend…" He smirked at the other's now wide eyes. "That's right. I know all about that Jones character, who doesn't in the vampire community these days? That partner of yours is just extra luggage after all, I'm sure Francis won't mind. He doesn't take too kindly to him anyway."

The Englishman narrowed his eyes at the Romanian. For whatever reason the Frenchman decided to send this man out, it obviously clear that the he was to bring Arthur with him. "Why are you here?" Arthur demanded. "Be clearer on your answers." He said, still keeping the gun aimed at the vampire who in returned chuckled.

"Alright, Alright, I'm here to make sure you return to the Bonnefoy manor with that book…alone." Arthur narrowed his eyes more.

"That's it then? Why didn't he just order me to do it in the first place?"

"While he has control over you, he has none over your little friend. I'm here to make sure that he doesn't follow you…and if he does…well…let's just say that it wouldn't end well."

"Touch him and you'll suffer." Arthur growled. Stefan's grin became wider.

"I wouldn't be making threats towards me…you have bigger things to worry about after all, like pleasing Mr. Bonnefoy~" The Englishman grimaced and pocketed the gun.

"Right, fine…just take me to his damn manor…" he muttered under his breath and followed the vampire, damning himself every step of the way.