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"You shouldn't have come here, day-walker."

Blade felt the tiniest of smirks forming on his lips. That's what all vampires said when he finally caught up with them. None of them wanted to die. It was why they were vampires in the first place. Shuichi would be no exception to the rule.

Yet . . . yet there was something different about this vampire. He could sense it for it tingled in the back of his mind. This particular vampire, despite his youthful appearance, was quite old, but there was more to Blade's gut instinct than Shuichi's countenance alone. The day-walker just couldn't place his finger on what it was that bothered him.

Perhaps it was the fact they both stood on the roof of the NG recording studio, staring at each other, in broad daylight. Shuichi had not flinched as the sun crested the horizon, and the vampire had made no move to escape the light that meant sure death for all others like him. The daylight made it easier for Blade to see the vampire's face, a vampire who wore a somber expression.

"I'm not someone you want to kill," the violet-eyed creature continued. He didn't move towards Blade. He also didn't move away. Blade's hands went for his katana.

"And why is that, suck-head?"

Shuichi tilted his head, his expression turning to one of slight amusement. Blade refrained from scowling. It was best to never let the enemy know what you were feeling. Emotions were good, and could be used for one of two things: winning a fight or having the enemy use your emotions against you in a battle. Blade had learned that lesson the hard way, and he wanted nothing more than to wipe the amusement off Shuich's face.

"I thought you would have guessed by now, day-walker," the vampire murmured. "I know how to control my bloodlust."