Vampire Hetalia X Reader (Old Ver.)

CHAPTER 48

Blurry shapes filled your vision, objects slowly coming into focus. Black leather around your wrists, strapping you into a chair. You tugged, legs also strapped in.

What? What is this? No, no! I was-I was in the woods and then-

You jumped at the sound of a grunt, a man across from you. His head was hung low, brown hair hanging over his face, arms restrained behind his back.

"Yao!" You screamed.

He barely lifted his head, entire body shaking. On the floor next to him was a whip, covered in blood. You began to feel the rage flow inside you.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

Footsteps echoed as the Founder entered the room.

          "Eternal life means eternal pain. Well, not quite eternal in his case."

"What did you do to him?!"

He ignored your outburst, picking the whip up from the floor.

"The wounds...they disappear just as quickly as they're made. For his sins he'll repay by being here, the rest of his days."

"What are you, a priest? Stop thinking you're so much better than them!"

"Thinking? I KNOW I am. Did you know how vampires came about? Truly, not just in fiction. They say the first vampire was born from the devil and lust. Not just the romantic kind."

I don't care. I don't care. I don't!

He toyed with the whip in his hand, thinking.

"I am not religious. However I can't tolerate the mere IDEA of these creatures existing."

"Tell me how you really feel."

Anger flashed briefly across his face, "I can't picture someone like you understanding. You've become victim to their spell."

Spell? This man is insane.

"At this point I've stopped caring about your ideals, Founder."

"Oh? So much for your belief of co-existing."

"I haven't given up on that. Just you."

He frowned, taking a few steps backwards.

"What are you...No!"

He stood behind Yao, yanking his head up by his hair.

"Does THIS look like a future to you?"

"Yao..."

His nose was bleeding, eye bruised. Just how many times did they hit him?

"STEP AWAY FROM HIM!!" You let out a scream, the sound of a door slamming.

              "_!"

You spun around, tears instantly falling.

"Arthur!"

He was out of breath, sweat glistening on his brow.

"Alfred!"

             "_!"

He barged through the door, blue eyes making you sob.

"...Eliza..."

They were here. Arthur. Alfred. Eliza. Ludwig. Ivan.

Arthur spoke up, "We're all here, _! Everyone, the rest are outside!"

Alfred glared at the founder, it turning into a cocky grin, "The hero has arrived!"