When Arthur went limp, the vampire began to panic. "Arthur? Arthur?" He shook the man quickly, but got no response. He checked his pulse, and felt nothing.
Not thinking rationally at all, Francis sunk his fangs into his lover's neck, letting the venom that would change him deep into Arthur's blood stream. Then he did the same to his wrist, hoping to spread the venom quicker. Then he pumped Arthur's heart to spread the venom even more. He had to save his beloved.
He gave up after a minute when Arthur showed no sign of having changed. He wept over Arthur's body. He hadn't been able to save Jeanne, and he wasn't able to save Arthur.
"F-Francis? What the bloody hell are you crying about?" Arthur asked weakly. Francis opened his eyes and saw that Arthur was paler already, and had small fangs peaking out.
"A-Arthur! You're alive!" Francis exclaimed and held him close. "I thought you were dead!"
"Well, I'm fine...except, my neck hurts like hell. What happened to it?" He asked. Oh, he was not going to be happy.
"Well...the only way I could save you was to...change you," Francis said gently.
"You did what?! You dumbass, what were you thinking?!" Quickly, Francis covered Arthur's mouth.
"We're in a werewolf lair, remember?" Arthur's eyes went wide at the reminder, then returned to his usual scowl. "Alright. Let's get out of here, ok?" Arthur nodded and Francis removed his hand.
Just as they turned to leave, two figures blocked their path. "Francis?" Said the taller one.
"Antonio," Francis growled, ready to fight the backstabbing bastard.

(A/N: again, short. You'll love this next chapter though!!(I hope))