What was revenge? Was it something that gave one's life meaning or something that took the meaning of one's life? Was it something that engulfed you mind, body, and soul? Consuming you whole into its fiery clutches as it only aided you into your slow decent to hell? But still as far as Alfred was concerned revenge the only thing that would calm the stormy seas in his mind and bring peace to his near immortal soul.

The sun seemed like it was especially burning hot today. Usually Alfred had no trouble walking around in sunlight as long as he took frequent breaks under a nice shady tree or kept his body covered with a cloak, but for some reason today both of those things weren't helping him feel any less weak. His throat was burning and felt as dry as a river bed in the middle of the hottest desert on earth. How long had it been since his last feeding…? Quite frankly the young man couldn't even remember since he tried to feed as little as possible. Darn that goody-two-shoes side of himself. Still if he didn't find something or someone to feed off of soon then there was a pretty good chance he would collapse and then shrivel away in the sun like a raisin. Alfred couldn't let that happen… no not yet. Not when there were still so many things left unfinished.

Fortunately for the young man after a short while of walking he came across a small village that sat nestled by the river side. Men lead oxen with plows through the fields of crops and repaired the roofs of houses while women sat in circles happily chatting about the latest gossip and preparing meals and making cloth for those new dresses they've been meaning to make. Little boys ran around happily, laughing wildly as they play knights and dragons with swords made out of wooden planks. Little girls skip and play hopscotch while clutching precious raggedy dolls to their chests. Alfred smiled to himself at the scene that even made his un-beating heart warm and swell in his chest.

He removed the hood of his cloak as to not raise suspicion revealing short silky locks of ash blonde hair parted to the left with a single ever rebellious strand sticking up proudly from his forehead. His eyes were the shade of the skies over head and sparkled in the sunlight from behind the small round glasses that balanced on the bridge of his nose. His face was clean cut yet delicate at the same time with creamy pale skin stretched like the finest of cloths over the structure of his face and body. His beauty was breath taking and the blonde often found people taking second glances at the face that looked like angels themselves could have carved it. Yes he was born like this- looking as stunning as blonde Adonis- but only he knew that the secret to his unnatural beauty lye in what he was.

Alfred was relieved when he spotted a sign for a tavern proudly hanging on curving iron hinges above an old creaky wooden door. The blonde decided it was the perfect place to take refuge and it turned out his decision was a good one for the building was darkened on the inside and well protected from the boiling day time sun. There weren't many people around either. There were one or two men sitting at the far off tables enjoying a nice cold beer after a long day in the fields. There was also an older man lying slumped over the counter at the end of the bar; a few glasses and mugs scattered around the area around him. From the looks of it Alfred deemed him the town drunk.

Behind the bar was a single barista- a relatively pretty girl with long flowing brunette hair with a pink flower tucked delicately behind her ear and hazel cat like eyes- who was bustling about arranging glasses and wiping down the counter even though it was already spotless. Alfred hung up his cloak on a nearby coat rack revealing the clothes he wore underneath. A simple white peasant shirt with a light brown waist coat along with matching brown pant tucked sloppily into the tops of black knee high boots. The blonde adjusted his glasses as came and took a seat at the end of the bar opposite the town drunk. "What'll it be?" The barista asked as organized a few mugs.

"Surprise me." Alfred replied playfully. The brunette tossed her hair over his shoulder and glanced over at Alfred; slowing for a moment as she carefully scanned his face and a smile curled up in her rosy lips.

"Comin' right up." She said slightly breathless as she tried to smooth her hair in attempt to look presentable and attractive to this stunningly handsome stranger. Alfred's eyes wandered around the interior of the tavern as he waited for the Barista to prepare his drink. It was an average sized place which wasn't that surprising since the town itself seemed to be a bit on the larger side. Over the drunken old man was a door leading off to what Alfred assumed must have been a store room of some sort as well a narrow staircase that must have lead to rooms for weary travelers to rent if they had the money. Alfred pondered about how well those walls could muffle sound…. "Here you are sir; nice and cold." The Barista popped up suddenly, placing a tall frosty mug of beer in front of Alfred with the foam still frothing over the side of the glass. Alfred thanked the girl and brought the mug to his lips and took one long gulp. Alcohol was pleasing to the tongue, but it wasn't what would soothe his dry and burning throat.

"Delicious, I can honestly say it's one of the best beers I've drank." Alfred turned on the charm as well as his prize winning smile.

The girl suppressed a giggle and blushes as she nervously twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. "Thanks very much; we brew everything ourselves here." She explained.

"Well then that makes it all the more tastier." Alfred grinned as he brought the mug to his lips and took down another gulp. It was indeed a good beer, but not the best he had ever had. He was just using that to lure her in like a fish to the bait on the end of a fishing line.

She giggled again and leaned on the counter on her forearms, "So I've never seen you around; new in town?" She inquired curiously as she continued to twirl her brunette hair.

"Just blew in about ten minutes ago." Alfred replied.

"Wow really?" Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm at the discovery; obviously hungry for a little spice from what must have been a dull boring dish of a town. "So where are you from? Somewhere far away?" She asked.

"Yup, all the way from the other side of the ocean." Alfred explained.

"Oh wow, that's really far away." She softly gasped. "Y'know… I've always liked foreign men." She hummed lowly as she quirked one brow and stared him down with those hazel cat-like eyes.

Alfred smirked. The foreign card always worked wonders with the women. "Oh really now? I've always liked a woman who could brew one hell of a beer…" Alfred seductively growled in a low voice.

The brunette giggled like a love sick school girl; cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. Alfred felt his body pulsate at the sight; his throat squeezing tightly, eyes burning, and his teeth aching. Not yet… not yet… He willed his body, but there his will power would only last so long. The brunette glanced around for a moment; making sure that no one was curiously eyeing the two of them before she grabbed Alfred's hand and dragged him around the bar to the stair case. "Come with me." She whispered breathlessly as she dragged the blonde up the stairs and he followed along willingly.

Just a bit longer… just a bit longer…. The Barista led Alfred to one of the spare rooms; throwing him inside and then gently shutting the door closed behind her. As soon as the wooden slab closed with a soft click she hurried over to Alfred who accepted the young beautiful girl with open arms. Immediately the two began kissing; hot sloppy kisses filled with lust. The girl snaked her arms around Alfred's neck while she wrapped her legs around his lower waist and latched onto him like a monkey to a tree. Alfred lifted her with great ease and held her up by hooking his arms together just under her rump. The girl kissed and kissed him; wrapping locks of Alfred's ashen hair around her delicate fingers as gently bucked her hips against Alfred's chest. Only a few more seconds…. Alfred told his burning throat and aching teeth. Alfred didn't miss a single beat as he backed the girl up against the wall so holding her would be a bit easier as he readied himself to perform his next feat.

Alfred began by laying a trail of tender kisses from the side of the girl's heart shaped face and down her slender neck. The blonde's tender kisses soon developed into gentle nipping and sucking causing the brunette to moan in pleasure; closing her eyes and letting her head loll to the side to expose more skin for Alfred to bite. Alfred sucked in a sharp breath… he couldn't hold back anymore… It's alright Al… just leave a nice tip. Alfred allowed his instincts to take a hold of him- holding onto a small strand of rationality- as his eyes blue eyes hazed over with a scarlet hue and his canine teeth grew to the full extent of two centimeters. Alfred squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth wide before he bit down and plunged his fangs deep into the Barista's slender neck.

Never had something tasted so good. It had been so very long since Alfred had the sweet flavor of blood explode like fireworks on his on his tongue. It's sweet yet bitter taste dance a glorious waltz across his very taste buds before it ran thickly down his throat and quenched his undying thirst. Oh blood glorious blood…. The very thing that had been fueling his kind for centuries upon centuries. Yes, Alfred F. Jones was indeed a creature of night. He was a vampire.

The barista moaned loudly; her entire face flushed a bright shade of crimson red as her hips bucked to a steady pace against Alfred's chest. The young vampire had forgotten how much of a sexual thrill his bites gave to humans. He had once heard it explained that vampire bites send a special kind of endorphins to the brain of their victim causing them experience extreme urges of lust. As must as Alfred wanted to help the poor girl out with what must have been one extremely uncomfortable sexual need the young vampire wasn't having sex today. Still… fingering wasn't exactly sex.

Out of pure pity for the poor brunette Barista Alfred helped the girl reach her climax before he gently laid her on the bed where she lay panting heavily; positively exhausted and covered in sweat. Alfred smiled down at her tenderly and traced his finger tips over her still rosy red cheeks. He leaned down next to her face, "Thank you so much my dear," He whispered gently like a mother soothing her child before he laid a soft and grateful kiss on the brunette's cheek. "Sorry I have to leave you like this, but it's about time I rolled out of town. Still… it's not like you're going to remember anything…" The girl looked confused as she stared up at Alfred with glistening hazel eyes. The young vampire bit his lower lip as he placed a hand over her eyes and erased the girl's memory all the way up the moment just before he entered the tavern.

"I was never here… I am an unwanted creature…"

With the girl fast asleep (or unconscious was more like it) Alfred descended the stairs; his feet hardly touching the wooden planks as his movements were as swift and silent as the summer breeze. He laid a small handful of silver pieces on the counter as payment for the drink as well as the, ahem, friendly service. The young vampire then retrieved his cloak from the rack by the front door and quickly retreated from the tavern and the now anemic girl that lye just upstairs; know completely unknowing of how two small bite marks appeared on her neck.

Alfred had to get out of town as soon as possible since he had no idea if any of the other few customers in the tavern had seen or heard anything that would make him too out of place and suspicious. The young vampire picked up a few traveling essentials from a nearby shop before he hitched a ride on a horse cart that was heading up the mountain to deliver supplies to another town. Alfred lay back lazily on the back of the chart; a single piece of hay stuck out the end of his mouth as he gazed up towards the sky. With fresh food coursing through his veins the sun now feels relatively good instead of hot and irritating like it had before. It still hurt the sensitive eyes behind his glasses, but it wasn't anything the young vampire wasn't used to by this point in time. "Hey," Alfred called up to the other three men who were embarking on this little journey with him.

"What is it laddie?" One answered his call.

Alfred sat up; crossing his legs Indian style as he faced the two who were sitting in the back along with him. "Have you guys ever heard of any wizards or warlocks around these parts?" It wasn't a strange questions seeing as how beings like vampires, wizards, werewolves and such were indeed a reality that was mostly shunned by mortal humans.

"Wizards or Warlocks?" One man echoed Alfred's questioned. The young vampire bit back a snippy comment seeing as how these men were gracious enough to let him ride with them. "Um… well I do believe so…. There's a warlock that lives deep in the forests of these mountains in a little cottage next to a waterfall. Kirkland was his name if I remember correctly…"

"So there is one?" Alfred had to hide his excitement.

"Well you o' course there is. They're ev'ywhere if y'know were ta look." One man said as if he knew all the knowledge in the world all the while spitting a mouthful of tobacco into a cup. "He's a little feller. He's got this messy blonde hair and these enormous bushy eyebrows… and the most acidic green eyes I've ever seen on any'ne. But 'e helps the villagers out from time to time. He grows a bunch of those weirdo magic 'erbs in his garden and sells them as medicine."

Wow… he didn't sound as exciting as Alfred thought at first. Selling medical herbs to villagers? That didn't sound like the kind of all powerful Warlock the young vampire was seeking out. He need one super powerful magical being that could teach him all the magic his brain could hold so he could use it to exact revenge on a very certain something… but he wasn't going down on a trip down memory lane quite yet. "So… is he powerful… or is his just some little shrimp?"

The man shrugged his shoulders. "Don' know… 'e keeps to himself most o' the time. Hardly ever leaves that little cottage o' his."

Oh great so he sold medical herbs to needy villagers and was a shut in on top of it. Man this guy only kept getting better and better and Alfred meant that in the most sarcastic way possible. But still the young vampire would have to give this Kirkland guy a try. If he turned out to be an absolute dud than maybe he could lead Alfred in the direction of the kind of person he was looking for. The blonde nodded his head in understanding and decided to say nothing else lest he raise more suspicion. The young vampire reached in his pocket; his hand clenching around a round like metal object that felt cool and relaxing on his sun warmed skin.

Don't worry Mama… soon… very soon….

Okay then! So new story involving Vampire!America and Warlock!England. So recently I've taken an interest in Arthur's whole black magic element (and I find it extremely sexy *shot*) and after talking with one of my friends- who is also interested in this little element- I started drawing this picture of Artie and Al with these sexy magical elements to it and I thought... hmm I should write a magic fic.
So lo and behold here I am.

It's going to be rated mature for hot, dirty, sexy times so if you don't like don't read. I'm warning you.

This may be on the angsty side too. Also a warning.

In any case reviews are very greatly appreciated! Nothing means more to me than feedback from my readers. Thanks so much lovies! :D