#mabillustrated

They found him. Why and how were of little import. They knew about Fili, and they were coming for him. 

Shadows lurked in the doorway, but Fili wasn't home.

Just Kili.

Breathless, he fell across the threshold. Hissing, they swiped at his heels. Kili screamed for his brother. Silence answered. He cursed. Of course Fili was out. Of all nights to go for a pint, he chose the worst.

Shrieking laughter invaded the home in a way the vampires could not. They barred the door with glee, keeping Kili in and making sure Fili would be kept out. Kili cursed again, punching the buttons on his phone and begging Fili to pick up.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Fili, here. Go at the beep." BEEEEP!

"Dammit, Fee, where are ya? Don't come home!"

Kili's dead heart sank to his boot heels. The jeering laughter from the doorway ceased. They heard it too. Footsteps crunching on the pavement three streets over - a loping gait distinctly Fili.

Vampires scattered, blood frenzy taking over. 

The gait slowed, hesitating as the heart rate belonging to it skyrocketed.

Kili erupted from the flat. DAMMIT!

A bloody mass drove him to the ground. Panicked, he rolled on top of the headless body. Vampire. Not Fili.

Kili's eyes followed the wall of the building before him, up a grimy fire escape to the roof where another body hurtled over the edge. Kili vaulted up the escape, scaling the ladder rungs to the top. In the midst of overturned patio furniture, Fili brandished a broken table umbrella pole like a javelin, thrusting it at the remaining vampires. Exhausted and bloodied, he roared a challenge.  

Kili dove at the nearest vampire, shoving him chest first onto Fili's improvised stake. An ashen silhouette crumbled from the end of the pole. Before he could recover, arms gripped Kili like a vice and hauled him up. Laughing maniacally, another vampire pinned Kili to his chest and charged at Fili.

***

Fili knew they wouldn't be able to keep his secret from the other vampires forever. Especially not after Kili began to get control of his thirst. They knew an attack was inevitable. After all, association with werewolves meant death for Kili and Fili both. There was a plan, of course. But as we have seen, things rarely go according to plan. And vampires aren't stupid.

They watched. They waited. An opportune moment presented itself.

A week after the full moon, Fili was asked last minute to work over. He missed his bus. His phone died on the walk home. Terrible things happen when variables line up just so. He missed Kili's calls. All seven of them.

Fili sprinted back to the flat from the bus stop. That's when the bloodsuckers cornered him. He bolted, diving into the nearest door way. Sod him, it was an abandoned building. He dove for the stairs, tearing up flight after flight with fangs snapping at his heels. On the roof there were more of them. Fili didn't stop. Bolting for the roof's edge, he jumped, landing in a heap of broken patio furniture on the rooftop below. The vampires dropped down behind him, savoring the moment as he lurched to his feet and hefted the snapped umbrella pole near his foot. He decapitated one with a devastating swing of the pole. The body slumped over the edge of the roof. The next one didn't die, Fili just missed his heart, but the injured vampire stumbled on an overturned deck chair and went the way of the first.

Kili appeared then, hurtling into one of the bloodsuckers and impaling him on the pole. The body disintegrated and the vampires hissed. 

Fury and fangs, Fili lost sight of his brother. The vampires backed him into a wall, and he lashed out, hoping to drop one. The intended target dodged and grasped the pole, hauling Fili forward and driving the splintered tip into...KILI.

Kili looked down at the broken end of the umbrella pole protruding from his stomach. He screamed as it was ripped out from behind.

Fili lunged over his brother as he fell, torment and rage boiling in his chest. The vampires laughed and circled, enjoying the turn their game had taken.

Fili's eyes screwed shut. His flesh prickled, his hair standing on end, blood burning in his veins. 

Kili watched in a haze as his brother's eyes flew open. They were bright yellow. Fili bared his fangs, the deep snarl in his throat silencing the vampires. They hesitated, throwing nervous glances at each other.

"It's past full moon," one whimpered. "Werewolves can't-"

Jaws ripped the protest from the vampire's throat as the others scattered. A bone chilling howl shook the city as Kili passed out.

Part of my Being Human/Hobbit Crossover AU, Moonlight and Blood

I hope this is painful enough for you, Erica! lol