Disclaimer: Are Tyson and Kai making out? Are Rei and Max doing unmentionable things in a bedroom? Has Tala appeared out of nowhere and glomped one of the Blade Breakers randomly? Has Hilary learned to stop yelling so much? Is Daichi a well behaved little boy? No, then I guess I don't own Beyblade because if did chaos would surely come.

Warning: If everything goes as planned near the very end of the fic there should be hints of Tyka and Mare.

Prologue

I don't understand it. A few years ago I had seen this child be given life and ever since then I have watched him. On the night I first saw him I had seen a strange light surrounding him and it called to me. I haven't been able to stop watching him since that day. I now know that light came from his aura, but I don't understand what it means.

He annoys me to no end. He is so innocent and loud, but I suppose that's what all children are supposed to be like. I can't stand it. I can't stand how innocent and foolish he is. He has no idea about the pain and suffering one person can cause or go through. He can't even begin to fabricate the dangers of the world, but as much as it irritates me I can't stop watching him.

He's now four years old and is about to be five, his life is so short and insignificant to mine. His eyes light up with excitement at the simplest thing. How can someone be so happy when their birth caused so much pain. Yes, his birth caused other people pain. His own mother died giving birth to him. I was sure that his family would get rid of him for it, but they kept him.

It's been so long since I've smiled and laughed like he is doing right now. For centuries I've hunted and killed people for my own needs. I have tasted blood and have been intoxicated by it, but as I stare at him as he sits there on his bed gazing out the window I can't help but feel as if I have never done or felt such things.

He knows I'm here in the room with him hidden in the shadows. It was only a year ago did he call to me. He didn't call me by name, but he said he knew I was there and wanted me to come out, and for reasons I do not understand I complied. At first he just stared at me, but then he started asking me questions. He asked questions about who and what I was, and I answered them all without a thought.

When he heard what I was he continued to ask me silly questions, such as why I wasn't burning as I stood there in the sunlight. I answered them all. It was a strange feeling talking to the boy. I was so entranced by the way he didn't seem to be afraid of what I was or by the fact that I had been watching him all his life.

As I think back on it I get more irritated. How foolish could he be? I just told him that I'm blood-drinking fiend with stronger senses then humans that can snap his neck whenever I choose, but he just stood there with a curious look on his face and smiled. His reaction annoyed me, but somewhere deep inside my dead heart I felt something, something hadn't felt for a long time. Could it have been happiness?

He's looking at me now. I know he wants me to come out of the shadows and talk to him, but I don't feel like doing such a pointless thing. It's not like he could understand. Now he is smiling pleasantly at me, as if he knows why I'm not coming out from the shadows.

There are times when I just want to suck the blood out from his small body, but then there are other times when I see him and all I want to do is hold him and never let go.