Hello people! Kira here, and I have another story 4 u! This story kinda started with a text msg story me and my friend have been txting back and forth for the past month, her being Kyouya, and me being Tamaki! Only this is a lot less crack, OOC than our txts are, but it's the same basic idea, and it will get more OOC-ish later! XD anyway, enjoy! & when you're done reading please REVIEW!!

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"Kyouya~! Wait up~!" A tall blond sporting the Ouran uniform called out. "How do you expect me to catch up if you're walking soo fast?!"
"Maybe I was trying to lose you..." A slightly less tall boy murmured to himself, he was also wearing the Ouran uniform, he had jet black hair, and cold onyx eyes hidden behind a pair of designer glasses. The boy sighed at the blond who had quickly caught up to him and match his pace to his own.
"Why were you-" The blond boy stopped mid sentence as they were about to turn the corner and he bumped into the other boy. "Kyouya! Why did you-"
"Shhh!" The dark haired boy cut him off trying to silence him. His attention was on two dark figures pressed close together standing off to the side in the deserted hallway. He couldn't help but to look at them. The Ooturi boy did not know why the two interested him at all or why he was still looking at what seemed to be such a private exchange, but he couldn't seem to take his eyes away from them. Even taking a second to look at his best friend, he too seemed captivated. Adjusting his glasses he looked back at the pair, upon closer inspection he could tell that the two shadowed figures were both male, and they looked to be embracing. Kyouya could feel the color rising to his cheeks and contemplated turning away and finding a different exit but felt as though he had no choice but to stand here and watch the two dark figures. So he obeyed the unknown force keeping him here and refocused his attention on the boys standing a little ways ahead of them.
The sun shone brightly through one of the windows nearby the two, allowing them to see the faces of the previously shadowed figures. One had light blond slightly messy hair with bangs long enough that they stopped just above his blood red eyes. The other had very straight coal black hair with bangs that also stopped just above his purple eyes. They were both wearing the Ouran uniform, but the Ooturi couldn't recall ever seeing either of them before today, which was strange for he had record or practically every student in Ouran Academy. They must have just transferred then, he concluded. He stole a glance to his right to see Tamaki still right beside him, eyes trained on the newly revealed pair. Following his friend's gaze he saw the pair looking to be in an embrace, he watched as the dark haired one pulled down his shirt collar and tilted his head to the side exposing his neck. The blond pulled the other boy closer and inclined his head toward his neck. Kyouya thought he saw something near the blond's mouth glint in the light, right before, it looked as though, the blond bit into the other boy's neck. Kyouya's eyes widened as he watched, and the dark haired boy let out a low moan, blood pooled around where the blond's lips connected to the others neck, and then ran down his neck in slow drips. Kyouya's eyes widened and he heard a barely audible gasp from Tamaki, when the dark haired boy opened his eyes, they were no longer purple, but a glowing blood red just like the other's. In the next instant the Ooturi grabbed his friend roughly by the arm and dragged him away from the scene, taking long quick strides in the same direction they had come from. His friend made no protest and allowed himself to be pulled down the hallway like a ragdoll, eyes wide and mouth gaping open like a fish. Kyouya looked around the hallway until he saw a side exit, once they were out the doors and into the bright sunlight he calmly retrieved his phone from his pocket and called his chauffeur to inform him to pick them up from the west side of the school. Once that was dealt with he flipped the phone closed and slipped it back into his pocket, he let out a sigh and turned to face his friend, who was currently staring straight past him with a blank look on his face.

"Tamaki?" He asked as calmly as he could manage.

"What the hell just happened back there?!! Those two, they-!! Kyouya you saw it right?!!" His friend shouted gripping his shoulders and shaking him. In any other situation this action may have resulted in a visit to the hospital, or at least one of the Ooturi's private doctors, but this was a rare exception, Kyouya had expected this from Tamaki after the experience they had just had. Kyouya took Tamaki's hands, removed them from his shoulders and took a small step back.

"Yes Tamaki, I did see it…"

"You mean the two vampire guys drinking each other's blood?!"

"They were not vampires! There are no such thing!!" Shouted Kyouya.

"But Kyouya-" He was cut off when Kyouya's limo pulled up and he was pushed inside just after Kyouya opened the door.

"Where to master Ooturi?" The chauffeur asked looking back at the two boys.

"The Suou Estate" Kyouya replied.

"As you wish," The chauffeur responded back.

"Kyouya, what about-"

"We'll talk about it when we get there, just not here,"

Tamaki frowned and bit his lip but nodded and looked out the window.

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"It's a logical impossibility!!" Kyouya shouted at his friend as he paced back and forth in the room of said blond.

"But how do you explain the fangs?!"

"A trick of the light! We never saw actual fangs, just a small flash!"

"What about the blood, and the red eyes?" Tamaki asked. Kyouya paused a second before answering.

"They could have been contacts."

His friend gave him a skeptical look and asked, "Well what about the blood?"

"I-I don't know… But what I do know is that I'm going to avoid the two of them like the plague," He stated.

Tamaki sighed and looked over at the clock on his nightstand, 10:57, he hadn't realized they had stayed up soo late discussing this, or more like debating. Kyouya turned to look in the same direction and noticed the time.

"I guess you're staying the night then," Tamaki stated, this was usually how it went whenever one of them stayed over long enough for hours to pass by without them noticing.

Kyouya looked back at his friend he nodded. It was probably best this way anyway, today's encounter would most likely give Tamaki nightmares, so he would have ended up on the phone with him for hours before Tamaki would finally convince him to come over sometime in the middle of the night. Tamaki went to the closet to get out a small suitcase with spare clothes of Kyouya's left here for occasions such as these, or when his father chased him out of the house. Kyouya went to the bathroom connected to the bedroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror quizzically. For a split second his reflection changed, and he saw himself with blood red eyes and fangs, with two small puncture holes on his neck with two small rivers of blood flowing out of them. He shook his head and retrained his eyes on the mirror, the image looking back at him was his normal self, no blood, red eyes or fangs at all. He turned on the tap and splashed some cold water on his face before wiping it with a towel. Maybe I'm going crazy… He thought, that certainly would be a much more logical explanation than then the story Tamaki was trying to push on him.

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Thank you for reading the first chapter of A Vampire's Love! I sort of just started writing this late last night in my notes app of my iTouch, but when I re-read it, it still sounded good enough to use as the first chapter! XD thank you for reading! PLEASE REVIEW!! I won't know whether you people like it and want more chapters unless u do! Please just take a minute of your busy lives and REVIEW!