Vampire!Italy-x-Reader-x-Germany: Young Blood Pt1

"Who... are you?"

A young child stood in the woods behind her house, staring up into the bloody red eyes of the man before her. He was tall, looming, with skin white as milk; his hair looked dark brown in the dim shadows cast by the trees. Tiny fang tips protruded over his bottom lip from his mouth. The girl looking up at him was in her pajamas - she had snuck out of through her bedroom window to wander the woods by moonlight. However, the moment she stepped out of sight of the house, she was confronted by the strange man.

She continued to gaze up at him. "Who are you?" She repeated fearlessly. "... I'm Feliciano," the man finally said. His voice was a soft whisper, tossed by the wind, and he had a faint Italian accent. Her large _|e/c|_ eyes blinked. "Why are you out in the woods so late?" She asked curiously.

"I could ask the same to you, bella."

The girl tilted her head to the left; "Are you wandering, too?" "... No, I'm looking for something," He answered, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he stared down at the child. Again, the girl blinked at him. "Do you want me to help you look for it?" She innocently inquired, offering her tiny hand out for him to take. Feliciano looked at the hand in surprise. Then, slowly, he pulled his own hand out from his black coat's pocket. He took the girl's hand. She looked at his lengthy fingers wrapped around hers and commented, "Mister Feliciano, your hands are so cold..."

"Si, bella."

"Why?"

"... I'm special, bella."

"Oh." She nodded, accepting that explanation as only a child would, and started to tug on his hand as she began walking deeper into the woods. He paused before following after her, allowing himself to be led by the small child. His bright eyes gave away nothing, but the corners of his mouth were turned down slightly.

After a few silent minutes of walking, the girl turned her head to look back at Feliciano. "What does the thing you're looking for look like?" She asked him with innocent curiousity in her eyes. At first, the mysterious Feliciano said nothing in response. Then; "It's something one cannot describe, bella." The girl frowned a bit. "Then how can we find it?" She asked questioningly. Feliciano stopped, forcing the child to stop walking as well. They stood in silence for several long moments.

"... Bella, I believe that I was mistaken."

"Huh?"

"What I'm looking for isn't here yet."

"Oh..."

Feliciano slowly pried his fingers off the young girl's hand. A small, toothy smile crossed his face as he looked down at the curious child. "Don't worry, though, bella. I'll come back when it's here. You can help me look for it again, then, okay?" The girl stared up at him, blinking her _|e/c|_ orbs. Then, she smiled sweetly and replied, "Okay, Mister Feliciano! I can wait until then!"

The smile on the auburn-haired man's face widened. "Thank you, bella." Slowly, he lifted his finger and touched the center of the child's forehead. At first, the girl blinked in confusion and stared up at the still-smiling man. Then, her eyelids began to droop and flutter, feeling as if they were being weighted down by heavy rocks. "S-sleepy..." she managed to mumble before her legs crumpled beneath her and her mind spiraled into darkness.

"Oi, ____!  Stop moving!" A cross German young man peered over his sketchbook and glared angrily at you. You were sitting across from him, your legs crossing and uncrossing as you posed in front of a small bush of peonies. You stuck out your lower lip and replied with your all-too-familiar pouting tone, "Ludwig, I've been sitting here for fifteen minutes straight! My butt hurts!" "I can't draw you vhen you keep changing positions! I spend more time erasing zhe drawing zhan actually sketching!" Ludwig snapped back, obviously at his patience's limit. You grinned and whined, just to annoy him, "Can't you draw any faster, Luddy?"

"Don't call me zhat! Geez, ___, you're like a damn squirrel!"

"Well, excuse me, Sir Grouch-A-Lot. I can't help getting butt-cramps!"

"Just... sit still, for two-point-five seconds. At least long enough for me to get zhe outline of your body."

"Ewww! Luddy, are you only doing this to stare at my luscious curves?!"

You let out a full-out belly laugh as your German friend did the most epic of facepalms. "Forget it, ___... I don't feel like drawing anymore today," Ludwig grumbled as he closed his sketchpad and buried his face in his hands. Laughing still, you crossed over to him and patted the top of his head, messing up his slicked back blond locks. "Ludwig, maybe you should do an inanimate object next time," you advised, and your friend groaned.

It was twelve years since that "incident" in the woods occured. When you had woken up, you had found yourself in your bed in your room. At first you had gone out into the woods every night after that, waiting until sometimes the break of dawn for the strange "Feliciano". But, as the years went by, you started to believe that it had only been a dream.

At one point, you had confided in Ludwig, your lifelong childhood friend and neighbor, about your supposed 'dream' of yours. While he had been skeptical, he listened without interrupting you once. Once you were done telling him of your experience, he had leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I think," he said, "That it was a dream. No one would be crazy enough to go into those woods at night except for you." So that was that.

Later that day, after you had managed to find a better model for Ludwig - which ended up being a flashy French garden gnome you had stolen from Francis's yard - and successfully helped him finish his long sought-after sketch of his, you started to get ready for bed. It was already dark out (you had spent the last few hours running from the enraged previously mentioned Frenchman, who was trying to get his precious lawn orniment back) and you were exhausted.

Casually slipping into a _|f/c|_ nightshirt, you looked out your bedroom window. Moonlight was casting its soft glow on the top of the trees at the edges of your backyard. You smiled softly, remembering your countless midnight adventures into those woods when you were younger. After you hopped onto your bed and tucked your knees beneath you, you folded your arms and rested them on the ledge of the window. "I wonder..." You muttered to yourself, gazing at the darkness lurking behind the bodies of the trees; "If I were to go out there one last time..."

Something was silently drawing you to those woods, calling for you like a flower calls a bee. Slowly, you grabbed the edges of your window and lifted it open. Without making a sound, except for the muffled grunt you made when you oh-so-gracefully fell into the bushes under your bedroom window, you exited your home and started to make your way towards the trees. You bare feet stepped on the lengthy and soft grass once you were within the dark embrace of the tree shadows. Goosebumps rose on your arms and bare legs. Thinking that it was just from the chill of the evening, you kept on walking.

The grass was damp, squishy, making you slip more than enough times than desired. The small forest seemed very confusing, quickly forming the same scenery as you went in deeper. But you quickly fell into a familiar pace, your feet traveling on a vague path around the shrubs and trees. "Wow... Now I know why I kept sneaking out here," you said aloud to yourself, looking around up at the tree branches. Slivers of moonlight were shining through the branches high above you, casting patches of dark grass into its silver glow. You stepped into one of the spotlights and gazed around. The forest seemed so much darker once you put yourself in such brightness. A peaceful silence drifted around the trees.

But, yet, it wasn't peaceful. There was something... off, about this silence that was drawing out longer and longer. It was as if the entire woods was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, you felt the brush of something icy cold against the sides of your neck, curling through your hair and then grasping onto your slender throat. You gasped sharply at the sudden touch and froze up. Someone was behind you, you knew that much. Their fingers - colder than death - were long and slender, wrapping firmly around your neck, keeping you in place without even bruising the skin. You heard the faintest swish of fabric as the mysterious person holding your throat bent forward to whisper into your ear. "Ciao, bella. We finally meet again," the faceless voice whispered, his Italian accent prominent in his words. His breath tickled the inside of your ear and made you shiver. One hand left your neck to wrap around your waist, pulling you against his form. You let out a brief exhale of air at the sudden action. He purred softly, the fingers still on your throat lightly dragging across your skin. "So soft..." You heard him whisper in admiration.

At last, you found your voice; "W-who are you?" Your words came out shaky and thinly-veiled by fear. You could practically feel the man frown behind you. "You don't remember me, bella?" Still a bit terrified - and growing even more by the second - all you did was shake your head in response.

"Ah, bella, bella, bella... We met years ago in these very woods..." His pointed tongue flicked the top of your ear, and you squeaked in surprise. "In this very spot..."

Shock and realization coursed through you. "No way..." You gasped, turning your head as much as you could to attempt to catch a glimpse at the man's face. "F-Feliciano?!" From what little of his face you could see, you saw his white and thin lips curl upwards into a smile. "Ve, ___, I knew you wouldn't forget me," he said joyfully, releasing your neck and spinning you around in a quick, fluid motion to face him.

Almost instantly, you recognized the man before you. Although the images were hazy and distorted into a child's point of view, you clearly recalled running into this auburn-haired young man over a decade ago. He grinned at your dumbfounded expression, showing off his double-set of pointed teeth. "H-how?" You managed to whisper, unable to tear your eyes away from the fangs. "You look almost exactly the same!" Feliciano's unusually red eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'm special, bella," he said with a small laugh, the dejavu of his words ringing in the air. Anxiously, you swallowed your fear and said, "It's not possible for you to not have aged..."

"Indeed, bella, it isn't possible..." His smile widened and he added with a soft chuckle; "For a normal human, anyway."

_|e/c|_ eyes widening, you stared at Feliciano. "What the heck are you talking about?" You asked him, uncertainty and dread pooling in your stomach. Clouds drifted over the moon above the trees, temporarily casting both of you into darkness. Yet, somehow, Feliciano's eyes glowed a perfectly visable bright red.

"___, I'm a vampire."