Keith POV

      I had been walking in the woods, I didn't want to go home yet. But the woods gave me an eerie feeling, like something was watching me.

     Lance POV

     I ran towards the scream, my heart drops. I see the raven hair, Keith from earlier.

     Keith laid limp in a cloaked vampire's arms. His skin paler than it was when I had last saw him, the color slowly draining from his (beautiful) violet eyes.

     The vampire looks up, and licks the red substance off his fingers. "It's rude to sling your prey everywhere" I say, standing my ground, my fists clenched.

     He gazed at me, with a sinister look in his eyes. "If you wanted some you could've just asked, sweetie"

      I recognize that voice. He was cast out from the rest of the vampires long ago. Lotor. Former Prince of the vampires. "I'm not here to play games, Lotor. You took my classmate. I won't let you kill him."

      "Kill him? My dear no. His blood is simply perfect. I was thinking about making him my sex slave, as well as my personal blood donor" Lotor says, standing up, his hood falling off. His white locks falling into place, framing his face perfectly.

     "Damn you Lotor," I pounce on him viciously, pinning him to the ground. "I won't let you hurt him, you jackass!"

     He just stares at me, a grimace forming on his face, as I dig my nails into his skin. "Your not going to kill me are you, Lance? I mean that would be a lot of guilt to hold to ones self," he says, the grimace twisting into a grin.

     "Of course I'm not going to kill you. I just, don't want you to hurt Keith. But you will be sore for a few days!" I exclaim, throwing Lotor against a tree.

      Lotor gasps, not being able to move. "M-My back. Why can't I move!?"

     "Oops I might have slammed you too hard. Um someone will help you. Bye Lotor, and kindly stay away from Keith. Or next time it'll be worse," I smile at him, and pick up Keith, bridal style. Looks like he will be staying with me for now.

       We arrive at an old, but sustainable home, a small kitchen, and one bedroom upstairs.

     I used to live with my family, but then I went "missing" when I was bitten by a vampire. I knew I couldn't ever come near my family again, no matter how much I missed them. I didn't want to risk them finding out or getting hurt because of me. I don't even know if they would accept this part of me.

      I go into the old house, the boards cracking under my weight. I lay Keith on the bed in my bedroom. The couch isn't too comfortable so I thought this best.

     Keith's skin was still significantly paler than his usual shade. But his breathing seems normal now, his heart beginning to pump at a normal pace.

     I attempt to wake the sleeping boy, only to earn a soft groan from him. I sigh, and let Keith's hair loose. His black locks falling down, to frame him beautifully. I brush my fingers through the mysterious beauty's hair. His hair soft to the touch.

      I sit beside his sleeping figure, smelling the left over blood from the charlatan, Lotor's gruesome attack.

     His blood smelling just as good as Lotor described it. But I would never drink a human's blood. My máma would very much deplore such an action.

     I softly pat a damp towel against Keith's pale skin, soaking up all of what was left of the clotted red liquid. What a poor human, he seems strong, but not strong enough for vampires. To vampires he seems small and dainty.

     My eyes trace over to the top of his head. I notice movement coming from there. Then I see it. Two cat ears poking from his head, matching the shade of his hair.

     I jump back startled. This wasn't a human, this was a Neko he was dealing with. Neko's are normally kept as pets, but he hid it. He hid it well.

     My curiosity brings be to his back. I lift his shirt just a little bit, to see a black tail twisted around his torso. I attempt to grasp it, I couldn't resist.

     As I grab his tail, a sharp mewl comes from the boy, he jumps and falls off the bed. Looking at me, with a confused expression. Suddenly, Keith's eyes widen as he pieces together the puzzle.

     He jumps up and attempts a run to the door. I block the door inhumanly fast, his figure bumping into mine. "H-How did you..w-what did you see?"

     Lance rubs the back of his neck. "I saw everything. But I'm not going to tell anyone. I promise!"

     Keith's face becomes contorted like he is trying to figure out how to handle this. "Well, where am I? How did I get here?"

     "I brought you here. I saw you getting attacked, and I got you away from him" I explain, than I see a red tint grow on his face.

     "D-Did you touch my tail?"

     "W-What! No! Not at all! Nope I didn't do that!"

     Keith frowns, the red still engulfing his features. "That's a load of bull crap!" He hisses, slapping his hand against my face, a red mark making it's place there. "Jerk!"

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