Chapter One: In Which Abe feels hung over

Abe Takaya was very surprised to wake up one morning with a massive headache. The migraine of sorts didn't seem to be normal in origin so he ruled that he must have had done something the last night. Abe searched his memories, but after practice he remembered nothing at all.

He said goodbye to the group that lived in the same direction as him then sped off for home then- blank. He scanned his surroundings quickly to make sure that he was home, he was. He breathed a sigh of relief. If he wasn't he would think he had been kidnapped.

'Then what the hell happened to me?' he asked himself. Whatever the problem was it would probably reveal itself when he calmed down. He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and hoped that it wasn't anything too serious.

When he left for school on his bike the sun was just barely up. Instinctively he covered his eyes

"God, the sun is bright today!" Abe groaned He wanted to go back inside, but he knew he had to get to school. Maybe he was hung over…

Mihashi was in an exceptionally good mood when he arrived for morning practice. He had eaten four sweet buns and still had three more. It's always the skinty* ones who had the biggest appetites, whether they admitted it or not.

When he arrived Abe was already there and since the smallest pitcher was in a good mood, he didn't even flip out.

"G-good morning Abe-kun," Mihashi said as well as he could. Good mood or not, he was still shy around his catcher.

"…" Abe had heard him, but was fighting some weird searing pain that he couldn't identify. Mihashi squeaked and ran away to change, but Abe stopped him.

"A-A-Abe-kun? Wh-what's wrong?" Mihashi almost shouted. His catcher sniffed him deviously and chuckled.

"You smell delicious." Abe whispered bearing his teeth. He could feel Mihashi squirming and could smell the warm blood in his- wait… blood? Abe covered his mouth and let his very confused pitcher go.

Instead of all the obvious thoughts that would usually go through the mind of someone who called someone else delicious because they smelled their blood Abe was worried that Mihashi was scared of him even more than normal.

Mihashi hid behind a wall trying to focus his breathing so he wouldn't hyperventilate. Was Abe-kun mad at him? He knew that he had said something, but was unsure of what it was. Well, there went his good mood.

Once everyone else got to the field the sun was up completely. Mihashi was on the lookout for Abe, fearful of what would happen to him if Abe-kun was mad. He was paired up with Tajima doing batting practice and the energetic cleanup noticed his friend's distress.

"Mihashi what's wrong?" Tajima demanded as nicely as possible.

"N-n-n-nothing…I… he… Abe-kun…" Mihashi shouted.

'Ah, Abe again,' Tajima thought to himself. He tried to take it another way, "How is Abe-kun anyway? I haven't seen him today."

"Mm" Mihashi grunted neither a denial nor an affirmation. Tajima was about to fish deeper, but his question was answered.

"Hey, Momokan there's something wrong with Abe!" Nishihiro shouted. The team rushed over to see Abe lying on a bench in the dugout groaning softly in pain. Mr. Shiga quickly checked the catcher over and asked what was wrong.

"It's so hot… the sun…is so hot…today." Abe rasped weakly. "I'm so… thirsty."

"So it's heat stroke?" Momoe asked.

Mr. Shiga nodded, "Go get him some water!"

Suyama ran off to get some water, but Abe wouldn't accept it. He grumbled something about not needing water.

"I need this!" he wheezed as he grabbed Suyama's wrist and bit down-hard. Everyone present was in shock; Abe was crazy but not bite-any-bitch-(or bastard for that matter)-that-gives-me-water-crazy! He seemed to be in a kind of trance-like state. The situation got stranger when a red fluid started leaking from Abe's mouth.

"Blood…Why…Abe-kun…bite…" Mihashi stammered. Abe answered Mihashi's incoherent question by licking the blood that had came out of his mouth.

"That's better," he smiled wickedly. Abe was about to jump off the bench and tackle another person to satisfy his growing thirst when he was held down by Mr. Shiga.

"Let me go!" Abe ordered with an eerie air of calm. To make matters worse Mr. Shiga froze and slowly let Abe go.

"Oh shit he's loose!" Suyama screamed as he ran away. Crowding for the exit the other team members tried to flee leaving Mihashi in there with Abe.

Mihashi's fear was palpable as he fell to the ground in the fetal position as if it would protect him from the nightmare, unless, it was real? Abe-kun had acted weird when he first arrived, so maybe all of this was because he was mad Mihashi reasoned.

"I'm s-s-s-s-s-o sorry Abe-kun had to bite Suyama-kun because he was m-m-m-m-mad at me!" the pitcher apologized pitifully (If he was in a saner state of mind he would be wondering why his team hadn't noticed that he wasn't with them. The answer to that was that no one had looked back and when someone did look back it was too late, and in the end Tajima ran back to retrieve him).

Abe loomed over his frightened pitcher and chuckled. This was the perfect prey. He knelt down beside Mihashi and lifted up his chin with a single finger.

"I'm not mad at you, Mihashi." Abe assured him as softly. He leaned in closer until he was inches away from Mihashi's ear (and neck for that matter), "I just wanna talk."

Mihashi nodded slowly in fear of why Abe-kun was so close. Abe opened his mouth and bit down on Mihashi's exposed neck. Mihashi flinched when his teeth broke the skin, but his muscles turned to jelly once some of his blood began to flow through the two puncture wounds. Abe was ready for the delicious taste of this wondrous smelling blood to cascade down his throat when-

"Oh my God Abe's a vampire!!" Tajima screamed at the top of his lungs when he reached the dugout.

*Skinty is a phrase that refers to a very skinny and or small person. To be skinty is to be underweight for your age/height naturally.

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