Author's note: HERE IT IS. THE FINAL CHAPTER. There is some action and violence and just an awesome scene I had fun writing. Like I said before, not a big fan of the ending but…I ran out of ideas and figured this is good enough for what I wanted. So technically no pairing here, though there are/were hints of FrUk throughout the fic. I just hope you guys liked it, even though it took so long to finish. OTL

Chapter 4

Getting Alfred alone wouldn't be too hard. He lived in the woods, far away from everyone else. Arthur needed to rely on his stealth and speed to get the job done. And Francis would be along for the show. He wanted to watch Arthur drain the life from Alfred.

"What if he kills you?" Francis asked suddenly, as they were preparing to leave.

"He won't," Arthur laughed.

"But what if he does?"

Arthur narrowed his eyes at him. "Are you really concerned for me, or would that just put a damper on your plans?"

Francis glared right back at him. "I won't say I've grown fond of you, but if you were to die, it'd be very lonely until the Reaper came back for me."

There was a long silence. Arthur eventually shrugged. "If I die," he said, "and that's a big 'if', he would have to cut my head clean off my shoulders. But there are many factors which will be put into play that will prevent this. One, he's human. He's slow and he's carrying around a large heavy weapon almost as big as himself. Two, I'm fast. You've never seen me actually fight before but let's say I'm faster than the human eye can blink. And three, he just won't."

"You're very confident," Francis stated.

"I'm confident in my abilities, there's a difference."

Francis decided arguing with him wasn't worth it. "Did you stock up?"

"I spent all last night drinking the blood in my storage. I'll have you know it took nearly a year to collect all of it."

"You can always get more."

"Yes, but it won't be from that year."

Francis rolled his eyes. They were about to go confront his killer, and all Arthur could complain about was using up all his vintage blood to get stronger. Once they were ready, Arthur took off like a shot, running at speeds Francis couldn't even keep up with. Arthur was already sneaking into the house when Francis arrived. He followed the vampire inside, fully visible now, at least to Arthur. A human's eye wouldn't be able to detect him.

Arthur was sniffing the air. A shadow appeared to loom over him and Francis turned, eyes widening as he saw Alfred standing right behind Arthur. "Arthur!" he hissed.

Arthur's eyes narrowed to slits. "Hello there," he said.

"Who the fuck are you?" Alfred growled, lifting his chainsaw off his shoulder. "How'd you get into my home?" Arthur remained were he was, a small smirk on his lips. That only seemed to make Alfred angrier. "Dude, I asked you a question." He raised the chainsaw and revved it up. "Now fucking answer." Francis saw the insanity in him almost instantly. He wanted to kill. He was going to cut Arthur's head off and Arthur was just standing there doing nothing!

"Are you going to make me?" Arthur taunted, smirk growing wider; predatory. This was a game to him.

Without warning, Alfred let out a cry and swung the chainsaw down with ease. But Arthur was no where to be seen. Alfred blinked a few times at the empty space in front of him. "What the—?"

Francis saw Arthur appear right behind the man, eyes flashing a dangerous red. "Too slow," he said.

Alfred whirled around with wide eyes, swinging his chainsaw down again, but only hitting air. "What the fuck are you?" he cried, looking all around.

Arthur appeared right in front of him until they were nose to nose. "Your worst nightmare." He delivered a swift kick to Alfred's abdomen and disappeared in a flash once more. Francis wanted to laugh. Arthur was overpowering him! Alfred was no match for a vampire.

Alfred screamed and swung his chainsaw around and around, destroying furniture and a wall. Arthur was outside now, still smirking. He beckoned for Alfred to come join him. "I'm not done playing with you yet," he sneered. Alfred's eyes were wide and deranged. He was in a rage. He wanted Arthur dead.

"I'm gonna fuckin' chop your smirking head off! Then we'll see who's laughing!" He ran forward, faster than Francis had thought he'd be with a heavy weapon. Alfred slashed around but kept missing. Arthur started to laugh.

"Is that the best you can do~?"

"Fuck you!" Alfred thrust his weapon forward at the grinning vampire, but Arthur was faster than he could ever anticipate and dodged once again. "Ain't you gonna stop running like a coward and actually fight me?"

Arthur stopped to look at him; this was a wild and psychotic human with a lust for blood, almost like himself. Alfred smiled cruelly, showing off perfect white teeth. "Yeah, that's right," he said. "Come fucking fight me."

Arthur shrugged off his coat. "If that's what you want." In an instant, he was on the move. Francis saw him attack from the right, hitting Alfred upside the head, but he was gone so fast Alfred had no time to react, and he managed to kick Alfred's left knee. It crunched under the pressure and Alfred screamed as he fell to the ground. He used the chainsaw to brace himself on his now broken leg. He glared at Arthur hatefully.

"What are you?" he snarled again.

"Something you can't win against," Arthur said.

"Why are you h-here?" He struggled to stand. His glasses were cracked and he threw them onto the ground.

"I'm here to seek revenge for someone."

"Huh?"

But Arthur was moving again. Francis watched as he bared his fangs and leapt at Alfred, clawing at his back and managing to draw blood. Immediately, Arthur's demeanor changed. His eyes went blood red and he licked the blood from his nails. "Tasty," he purred. Alfred let out a war cry, stumbling as he stood and ran forward brandishing his chainsaw like it was nothing.

Arthur moved behind him and Alfred stopped in his tracks, slowly turning around. Alfred wasn't scared, just angry, Francis noted. Arthur was like a pesky mosquito, buzzing around and around, waiting for the perfect moment to land and get his prize. "You need to fuckin' die," Alfred hissed.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

Alfred shrieked again and stumbled forward, swinging his chainsaw down with incredible strength. He missed, of course, but it was an admirable try. Francis was getting excited. Any minute now Arthur would finish it and then he could watch Alfred die the same way he watched Francis die. But Arthur liked playing with his food, so to speak. He hadn't had a good fight in centuries and this was entertaining for him.

"Just end it!" Francis snapped.

"Oh hush," Arthur replied. "I'm enjoying myself."

"Talking to yourself now?" Alfred laughed, coming up behind Arthur and swinging his chainsaw down.

"Hardly." Arthur quickly side-stepped and avoided the blow.

Alfred limped after him swinging his chainsaw around wildly. "Stop moving away!"

"If you won't do something, I will!" Francis said. And before Arthur could even say anything to stop him, Francis was picking up a rock and throwing it at Alfred's head. It connected and it took the man several moments to process that a rock had just thrown itself at him.

"…the hell?" He was looking around with wide eyes. "Can you turn invisible too?"

"Ha, I wish," Arthur drawled. "No, that would be the person I was talking to earlier."

"W-What?" He suddenly looked afraid. Arthur noticed immediately and smirked. Francis decided to throw another rock. Alfred's eyes were wide as he looked from Arthur to where Francis was standing. "What the hell's going on?"

"Don't you know?" Arthur walked closer to him. "It's the ghost of the man you killed."

Alfred paled, dropping his chainsaw. "G-Ghost? Fuck that, I don't do well with that kinda shit! I'm outta here!" He tried limping away, but Francis was not about to let him get away. He grabbed an axe leaning against the house and watched as Alfred screamed like a girl. "Oh my god, call it off! Make it stop! Please! Fuck!" He ran and scrambled to get away, utterly terrified.

"You're able to kill without mercy, but a ghost is what scares you?" Arthur snarled in his ear. "I don't scare you?"

Alfred shook his head. "G-Ghosts just ain't right!"

"Kill him now," Francis spat.

Arthur held up his hand to silence him. "Not just yet," he whispered. Alfred was shaking, looking all around for Francis even though he would never be able to see him.

"Where is it?" Alfred stood up, or tried to. He could barely lift himself on his broken leg. He started swinging his chainsaw around again, thinking that he could get rid of a ghost. Francis wanted to laugh. He watched Alfred try and try to hit him but miss every time. And just as Alfred was going to swing again, Arthur bent his head back by his hair and bit his neck. He sunk his fangs in deep, enjoying the way Alfred stared at him from the corner of his widened eye. Arthur drank until he could no more. Francis glided to stand over Alfred's corpse, eyes still wide and mouth open in shock.

"Are you satisfied now?" Arthur asked, standing up. The blood was dripping from his mouth but he wiped it away with his sleeve.

Francis knelt down and continued to just stare before standing back up. "I am," he said. "He got what he deserved."

"You still have a few days left before the month ends," Arthur pointed out. "What are you going to do?"

"All I can do," Francis sighed. "Wait for the Reaper."

Arthur frowned but decided lingering around wasn't wise. He hurried back to the mansion, Francis close behind. There wasn't much to talk about now. Francis' killer was dead. It was over. His need for Arthur was complete, but he stayed in the house. He didn't want to be alone in his final days on Earth.

So when the Reaper appeared once again, Francis was ready. Arthur wasn't, and he let out an ear-splitting scream as he saw both Francis and the Reaper standing in his room.

"Who the bloody—?"

"This is the Reaper, Arthur," Francis sighed. "He's come for me."

The Reaper gave a two-finger salute. "Yo."

"'Yo'?" the vampire repeated. "'Yo'? Is that all you have to say?"

"Uh…what's up?"

Arthur grabbed at his head in frustration. "Nevermind. Just…take the lousy bugger away already."

"Arthur—"

"Leave, Francis. Out of my sight."

Francis looked at the Reaper, who shrugged. He glided over to the vampire, whose back was turned stubbornly and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Arthur tensed immediately. "Thank you," Francis whispered, before moving away.

Arthur turned around quickly with wide eyes. "W-Wait!"

Francis looked back at him, giving a small smile. "What, my friend?"

The Reaper was leaning on his pitch fork, looking between the two of them. "Oh please don't get all mushy," he groaned. "I really can't handle it."

Arthur glared at him but moved closer to Francis. "You're welcome," he mumbled. "It was…nice to have met you."

Francis grinned. "Will you miss me, Arthur?"

"The house will be much cleaner without you around, and I'll be able to go back to my normal habits, but…yes. I suppose I will." He looked away in embarrassment.

Francis leaned in and kissed his forehead. "Then perhaps we'll meet again someday, hmm?" he said.

"I doubt it," he grumbled, feeling the cold spot where Francis' lips had touched.

"Goodbye, Arthur." Francis reached out for the Reaper's hand, who gladly took it. In almost an instant there was a bright light, which Arthur had to shield his eyes from, and then they were gone.

"Goodbye…Francis," he whispered, but no one could hear him.

Good bye, sexy ghost.