Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh GX or any of the characters. However, I do claim the rights to my story's plot, and my OCs.

This was revised on 5/02/2012.

Blood…they say that it is what a vampyre desires most of all. But there's something deeper that draws them to it. What if the tales you've heard were all lies? How can something so seductive be forbidden to even taste?

~Chapter One: In which a wondering vampyre meets a hard working mother, and takes refuge in her home for the night.~

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The story begins on a snowy winter night in Domino City. Here, an elderly war veteran, by the name of Tanaka Touya trudged through an icy blizzard. The veteran's frosty breaths could be seen as he made his way to his red pickup truck. Before stepping into his vehicle, he swiftly turned his head and glanced at the tall pine trees of the forest. He'd thought that he had seen someone, a person standing there just a moment ago. However, the wind was howling that night causing the trees move.

Touya had decided to shake off the ominous feeling, climbed into his truck, and drove away. He drove down a road that led from the city and into a small country area. While doing so, he could not help but feel that he was being watched closely. He turned his head slightly, only to catch a glimpse of the passing forest. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Despite this, he began to speed up his pace. He'd hoped that he would feel safer once he had reached his home, and that the ominous feeling he had would just fade away.

The feeling, however, did not.

The feeling seemed to only get worse with each passing minute. His heart raced. His breath quickened as adrenaline rushed through his every vein. Sweat even dripped down his face despite the freezing weather. The veteran's grip tightened on the wheel and his already pale knuckles turned even whiter. His truck moved faster and faster, exceeding the legal speed limit of forty-five. He didn't even care to look at the speedometer as he reached eighty miles per hour, his foot continuing to push against the gas pedal.

Eighty miles per hour…

Eighty-five…

Ninety…

Ninety-five…

One hundred…

One hundred five…

One hundred ten—stop!

A voice cried out in the head and he quickly slammed his foot down onto the brakes as hard as he could. The truck came to an abrupt stop, nearly tipping over in the process. The tires screeched before becoming silent. Aside from the howling wind, all was quiet—too quiet...

Touya leaned on the wheel, panting heavily. In front of him was the frozen lake. No doubt if he had continued to speed, he would have driven onto the pond where the thin ice would break, sending him to his untimely demise in the watery depths below. Taking a deep breath, he leaned back in his seat covering his face with his hands. After a short while, he chuckled at how he had been so close to death, having forgotten the ominous feeling from before.

"Damn that was close..." he sighed out in brief joy, running his hand through his grey hair.

Starting up the truck again, Touya drove towards his home. Here, he parked his truck and climbed out. It was a small and simple house, were the bedroom lights still on, so he knew that his wife was still up waiting for him to return home. Next to it was another small two-story house and where only one person lived—a young girl. Touya has known the girl and her family since she was a child and before her husband had been murdered nearly three years ago. She was a nice girl, occasionally baking him sweets or fix him a plate of food and bring them over to his place. She wasn't the greatest cook in the world, but he appreciated it anyway. He considered visiting her to check if she was alright, but decided against it. It was well past midnight and the lights were out. Tomorrow evening, he would give her a visit. Maybe even bring her a tray of fresh baked brownies or some home-made pie. His wife had comment on how skinny she looked the last time she saw her.

Before the veteran could reach his front porch however, someone had tackled him from behind, grabbing his neck. Sharp nails dug into his flesh, drawing out his warm blood as he struggled to fight off his attacker. He tried throwing the attacker off, but it was useless. And before he knew it, a pair of sharp teeth clamped down onto his throat and tore it, revealing a mess of bloody muscles and sinews underneath. Touya's body began to feel weak as he lost gallons blood by the second. Whoever or whatever that attacked him was dragging him into the nearby wooded area. He glanced up and managed to get a glimpse of who attacked him; a young man with two-toned brown hair and a strange sapphire tattoo that snaked up the side of his neck stared back down at him. The two of them exchanged looks, fearful blue looking into demonic red, which converted back into their original brown color after a few seconds.

"You...you're a...V-Vampyre..." Touya managed to say.

The vampyre's eyes turned red again as he quickened the veteran's death by snapping his neck in half. With his prey unable to move in any way possible way, he drank, until there was nothing more than a swiveled and lifeless up corpse beneath his feet. The corpse's wide eyes were still open—fear, forever frozen in time.

The vampyre felt powerful and more alive than he ever had been in his undead years. He could feel the new strength in his body, strength only the blood of a human could provide any vampyre. After finishing up his meal, he abandoned the body, tossing it in the bushes. If they happened to stumble upon it, the wolves would have a nice meal for the night.

It wasn't until a minute later he heard footsteps in the snow. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he turned around and saw a young woman approaching from one of the houses nearby. Crouching down behind a nearby bush, the vampyre prepared for his next kill.

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Night had already fallen over the city of Domino. In the inner busiest part of the city, the streets were full. Police roam the streets watching out for any type of illegal acts. Hoodlums did business behind tall buildings, looking out for said police cars. Prostitution works were held in the dark street corners, near bars and inns. It once was a city clean of wrong-doing; it was a city filled with prosperity, but later, torn by lust, greed, and rage. No one was safe anymore, but that was how Redbird Katrina saw it.

"I think I'm calling it a day," Alexis stretched in her desk chair. "I'm going home, what about you?" she asked her friend and partner who was looking over some files on her computer screen.

The girls have been in their precinct doing desk work since this morning. It was now late in the evening and Alexis found that she could not do another report or she was sure she would just drool all over it from fallen asleep every now and then. They were the only ones left in the building, except for the janitor who would idly come by to greet them; he was use to seeing the girls there after hours, especially Katrina.

Alexis finished her long stretch and looked over at her colleague, who was still looking over some files. Sometimes Katrina can be a workaholic.

Katrina wore a special suit designed by their organization called U.N.I.T. The outfit consisted of a pair of leather pants, a matching and short leather jacket which she wore unbuttoned with a white corset underneath, black high-heeled boots mainly used for her fiery kick attacks, and a pair of fingerless black gloves capable of sending pain jolts of electricity into the opponent or creating a slight tremor with a single punch. Connected to her silver belt was holster for her pistol dubbed as 'Sparky'.

Alexis wore an outfit similar in fashion, but decided against the fancy gadgets. After all; why let her talents as a Third Degree Black belt in Hapkido go to waste? Alexis also carried a standard pistol with her for safety reasons, and her spiked cuffs around each of her wrists for good luck.

"Hello, did you hear me?" Alexis asked making sure she said it louder this time. There was a raise of an eyebrow as an acknowledgment that her presence and words were accredited.

Alexis sighed and shook her head. "Okay, don't stay up too late; we're on duty tomorrow morning."

She assorted his stack of folders off his desk and headed towards the back room, where they kept all files of criminal cases from rape, kidnapping, murder, etc. They even had a section made for some of their cold cases, assorted by years and names.

"Some of the others are going to the diner across town tomorrow night. Are you in?" Alexis asked while walking out of the back room. She straightened up her uniform.

Casually putting her jacket on, she walked over to Katrina. They've been friends since their academy years. They had their spontaneous moments, their fallen-out moments, and their serious moments, but right now she didn't know what moment they were in. It had been like this, back two years ago after that day when…she didn't like to think about it. Those days were the tough ones and she knew it hit her partner hard…it was close to home after all. It hit her hard too, but she learned to cope with it and that was the only reason why she let her friend's way of coping not ruined their friendship.

"Maybe..." Katrina spoke turning away from her computer to look at her partner. She falsely smiled and crossed her arms while she leaned back in her chair. "I mean who can refuse the offering of a free meal?"

"I don't recall saying it was free," Alexis teased.

"Well, I'm not paying," Katrina said, leaning further in her chair to stare up at the ceiling, and fiddling with her earrings that were shaped like small silver crosses.

She lazily watched the fan above spin, giving a tranquil atmosphere of what she wanted to feel on the inside. She looked away and eyed her friend and put on a smile.

"Okay, I'll pay, but next time you'll be the one paying," Alexis said giving in.

Katrina's only response was a shrug and then a sigh.

This felt awkward, them pretending like this. Katrina knew Alexis was pretending to make her happy just to end the conversation. Katrina had change the past two years, she was broody most of the time, she was never in the mood to spend time with her friends like she used to, it was…different, everything was different about her.

Alexis walked back to her desk to pick up her purse. She once again took a glance at her friend. She knew Katrina wasn't going to show to the diner with their friends. She had stopping showing up ever since that incident… She felt like she should say something, but saying it now after two years would be pointless for right now, wouldn't it? She should have said it before, now would just seem so…late.

"Katrina…about…you know…" Alexis stopped midway, and sighed. "I'm…sorry."

There was a silence, a long uncomfortable silence and then Alexis left the office.

Katrina hadn't move since then, thirty minutes had pass and she still found herself looking up at the ceiling fan again. Her brows were crunched in the middle and her jaw was clenching so tight that she could have sworn she heard something crack. When her watch went off, it signaled that it was six thirty. It was time for her occasional routine. She leaned forward and manually shut off her computer. She rubbed her hands across her face and braided the end of her silver pony tail as she waited for the screen to go blank.

Making her way to the back room, she hit the switch to turn on the ceiling lights. She made her way through the many walkways and to the further part of the room, labeled cold cases. She comes here almost every night to remember. It was her way of coping. To remember her failure of what she couldn't keep secured. She casually let her finger tips slide across the boxes of the forgotten cases, as she paced down the hallway with the letter "W" above it. She read the ones she knew from memory out loud until she came across the one she wanted; "Whiteraven, Stefan."

She pulled the brown box from its shelf and carefully placed it on the floor. Pulling a stool from under the shelf, she always put there for this purpose, and sat down on it. With a sigh, she opened the box's cover and stared at its content. In it were files, pictures, reports, and names of suspects of the case of her husband's murder that she once was in charge of investigating. She let her emotions open; this was her way of coping. Her failures of letting her husband get killed and letting the murderer get away. She let memories rematerialize and rage surface. Rage of a certain killer, murderer who got away or by her standards, the one that played the law for a fool and got away. She promised too many people, that she cared about, that she would bring the murderer to justice and end their suffering, too bad it didn't turn out that way:

Two years ago…

"We let her go," Her chief, Crowler said.

"What do you mean you let her go?"

"We didn't have a whole lot of evidence on her and we could only keep her for so long, in holding, with the charges we indicted her with. It wasn't enough to hold her."

"So you're just going to let the murderer get away, is that what you are saying? She killed a child and you're just going to let that…that bitch go free?"

"Katrina this is the sole reason why I didn't want you involved. You're too close to this case."

That made her angry.

"She was the last person seen with Stefan. We have witnesses who seen her with him and…"

"And where are those witnesses, Katrina," He asked his voice rising a little. "Where are those persons, you claim have seen her with the child, with Stefan?"

Katrina didn't say anything. It was obvious she didn't have any witnesses and if she did, with the lack of evidence and proof that they had, it would just be hearsay and that would not hold up in court.

"We can't pin her to the murder, Katrina. We only have your word and that's not enough, Camula is going to walk, whether you like it or not."

"Yeah, well she's not going to walk for long when I'm through with her," Katrina mumbled as she reached for her pistol 'Sparky'.

"What was that?" Crowler requested.

"Nothing," she whispered.

She really wasn't going to do anything; it was just the anger talking. But if only she didn't promise so many people that… maybe it wouldn't hurt so much… she let everyone down, especially their son.

God, she let Stefan's killer get away.

She picked up a photo of the dump site, it was established during the case that Stefan's body was dropped in the woods, he was not killed there. The area was damped and insects inhabited that Stefan's body was covered with them. Katrina didn't want to see his small body that way, cold, lifeless, pale…still. The only thing lively about Stefan's corpse was the strange red tattoo that snaked up neck where he had been bitten by God knows what. So many feelings were held in this one particular photo-sorrow, regret, anger…shame—it brought a swell to her chest and tears to her eyes. But she welcomed the feelings, she needed them and she wanted them to be her reason for living. They were her only reason for keeping Stefan alive, at least until she catch his killer, and she will catch his killer.

She looked through the rest of the items in the box for another half an hour or so, until she was content with herself and then and only then would he close the box and her emotions. Picking up the box and placing it back to its original place, she turned around and walked out of the room, shutting off the lights and closing the door behind her.

She picked up her purse and slung the strap over her shoulder. On her way out of the precinct, she paused at the missing person's billboard. This morning they found one of the missing people, her body was found in a wooded area some miles away from where she was last seen. She had been missing for about a month, after another incident occurred at Kouseitani Academy. There were no suspects. One of the detectives had to inform the parents of the tragedy, it was one of those days where one just didn't want to come to work and deal with people. Katrina took the photo of the child off the wall and was about to throw it in the box, with the girl's name on it under the billboard when something in it caught her eye.

Woods…age: 20…puncture marks around the neck, red tattoo, same as Stefan's, she thought.

It was a photo of the sight, the dump sight. Could she have started killing again? It was just like Stefan's… woods, damped, insects infested, the victim drained of their bodily fluids, and that strange tattoo on their necks. Camula...

She looked at the photos of some of the people who were missing. They…they all had about a couple of days apart from each other. It can't just be a coincident? Katrina asked herself.

The first one being missing a week before the girl they found this morning. He, being a twenty-five year old, silver headed boy, name Aster Phoenix. Are they all connected?

She took the most recent ones from the board and headed back to her precinct to the back room to pull out Stefan's box. She then carried it and the missing person's ads to her desk to work on them the next morning.

The janitor walked by and saw that Katrina was still at her desk.

"Another late night, eh, Katrina?" The janitor asked.

"Yeah, but one well worth it," Katrina whispered back, but more to herself than the janitor, her attention was more on her task at hand, she might just have found a connection to reopening Stefan's case and bring down his killer.

Katrina left the office, and quickly moved inside her car and cranked it. She drove down the street until she reached a nearby diner. After parking, she went inside and ordered herself some coffee, black. While waiting for her drink to brew, she looked at newspapers on the counter beside her. On the front cover was a story about the recent killings in the town. Katrina did not read much of it, since she knew that there was a possible serial killer on the loose. Every story was the same; the victim looked as if they had been drained of their blood, had bite marks on their necks, and the bodies were found by a nearby forest or pond. And yet, Katrina did not feel any hint of fear. She was confident that she and her son were going to be alright—of course, those victims may have thought the same. However, if a killer were to break into her home, she'd introduce them to Sparks. Once her order was ready, Katrina grabbed her hot coffee and made her way home. She did not see the pickup truck of Mr. Tanaka so she figured that he was out for the night.

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"This is best part," Katori stood up and pointed his little finger at the television screen from the couch with no doubt excitement.

Katori Redbird is Katrina's six year old son, and was being baby sat by his neighbor, Mable Tanaka. And like most kids his age, Katori had a lot of energy to spare. Katori inherited most of his traits from his deceased father Stefan, which included dark brown hair and eyes, caramel colored skin, and near endless energy.

"Get em', get em', get em'!" Katori cheered, pumping his small fist into the air. "Go Van Helsing!"

"Katori, dear, please sit and watch the movie more quietly," Mable pleaded as the small boy continued to jump up and down on the couch.

Pouting, Katori sat back down crossing his arms. "Okay..."

This was at least the fifth time he had watched the movie, but Katori couldn't help himself. Van Helsing was just so darn cool. In fact, Katori never goes to sleep without his Van Helsing action figure by his side.

"I'm home," Katrina entered her home through the kitchen and tossed her worn out red tote bag on the counter.

She finished her coffee and tossed the cup in the trash. Then she peered into the fridge for a moment, slid on her house shoes and headed into the living room. Katori immediately jumped from the couch, and into the arms of his mother. Katrina hugged him back and then ruffled his hair the way his father used to.

"Mom, you got here just in time," Katori took his mother by her hand, leading her to couch. "Van Helsing is just about to defeat Dracula in his uber werewolf form!"

"You don't say?" Katrina smiled, but was ready to collapse on the couch at any moment.

Katori nodded eagerly reaching for the remote. Here, he pulled up their DVR's playlist. "There was a marathon, so I recorded a bunch of great vampire movies for us to watch."

And then, he realized something. "We need popcorn," he paused the current movie, and running into the kitchen, but not before handing his mother his action figure.

As Katori ran into the kitchen, Katrina yawned and leaned over the arm of the sofa. Mable, who had been packing her things until this moment chuckled.

"Another long day?" she asked Katrina, who nodded in response. "Come to think of it," Mable walked towards the door. "I haven't seen my husband since yesterday...have you?"

Katrina shook her head. It was strange that Mr. Tanaka would just vanish like that. However, Mable tried to think better of it.

"He's probably planning something for our anniversary," she said, and then waved goodbye to Katrina closing the door behind her.

Maybe she was right or maybe she wrong. Only time could tell Katrina figured.

A minute later, Katori emerged from the kitchen carrying a large bowl of popcorn, which he sat in between him and his mother.

"Okay, so I was thinking we could start out with Van Helsing, and then watch The Little Vampire, and then Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and after that we could switch it up and watch something like Edward Scissor hands or Hocus Pocus." Katori started going down the list until he found what he was looking for.

The two of them watched movies until about eight thirty. Katori had fallen asleep within the middle of one the movies, so Katrina carried him upstairs to his bed with of course his action figure. Once Katori was put to bed, Katrina walked back downstairs, grabbed the remote control, and sat back down on the couch. After watching the rest of Edward Scissor hands, she went upstairs and changed into her other work clothes. By day, she worked for U.N.I.T. By night, she worked as a stripper in a club. She did not like the job, but she had to pay the overdue bills and needed money fast. And then of course, there was her son. He needed to have a place to live and eat after all. She put on her so called 'uniform' which consisted of a black thong and a skimpy black bra. Over it, she put one a thick black sweater and a pair of long pants.

With her makeup on, Katrina moved to the beat of the music on top of the stage. The bright neon lights hit her nearly naked body as she swayed on her pole. Her stiletto heels clicked on the floor as she moved, but the sound was drown out by the loud pop music. As Katrina moved, the men below gawked. She felt their hungry eyes on her. She even heard the lewd words and cat calls as the men undressed her with their eyes. Sometimes she felt as if she was being raped and violated by their eyes. Katrina just sighed to herself and faked a flirty smile. Her employer did not pay her much, so most of her income came from tips. Some nights she would make hundreds of dollars alone on tips, and sometimes she made only about fifty. She hoped that tonight would be profitable so she did her best to keep the customers happy.

When the song stopped, Katrina got off the stage and some of the other girls took her place. Katrina walked through crowd, accepting tips as men slipped bills into her thong. Then she saw a man seated on a chair who motioned her to come over. He looked sharp, wearing black business suit that showed no wrinkles, and strong aftershave. The corners of his mouth lifted as Katrina approached him.

"Here's a hundred dollars," He said as he slipped it in her throng. Then he snapped the side of the throng against her hip. "Now give me a lap dance."

Katrina nodded, and then sat on his lap and grinded against him.

"That's it, good girl."

Katrina frowned in disgust, but continued until she felt him grope her backside. "We have a no touching policy," she told him.

He pulled out another one hundred dollar bill and looked at her. "Do you want this?"

Katrina didn't say anything.

Sighed, the man pulled out another one. "How about two then? This is a generous amount of money you know."

Reluctantly, Katrina gave a small nod. After all, the man was being awfully generous...

The man smiled, waiting for her to continue. "Good girl."

After a few hours of providing her services, Katrina was free to go home. It was almost midnight when Katrina was her way home. Once she arrived, she checked in on Katori, who was still sleeping peacefully, took a quick shower, and then climbed into her bed. She turned off her lamp and tried to fall asleep. Unable to do so, she tossed and turned in her bed. Then she had a sudden urge to look outside the window and she did. She noticed something moving in the trees that were almost human-like in the distant. Katrina decided to check it out. She pulled on her boots, grabbed her pistol, and one of Stefan's old thick jackets to pull over her checkered pajamas. She walked down the stairs quietly, and then left the house, walking in the freezing cold. There, she saw a figure, crouching in the snow.

"Hey!" she called out. As she ran closer, she saw that he was a young man who looked to be about her age. "I know you're out there, so come on out or I'll shoot."

The vampyre froze in confusion at her words. Why didn't this girl run scream like everyone else.

Who does she think she is? He asked himself. Although, she interested him. Maybe he will kill her later.

Katrina eyed the young man, her gun's laser still pointed at him for better accuracy. Aside from his brown hair and eyes, Katrina noticed that he was wearing a uniform. The uniform of a Kouseitani student. The uniform consisted of a short sleeved button up top, along with a black neck tie, black blazer and formal shoes. Figuring that this boy was just merely a college student who had lost his way, she quickly took off her jacket and put around his shoulders.

"You can come to my place," She helped him through the snow, although she did not realized that the cold had no effect on him.

As they approached the house, he stopped suddenly. "Uh, are you serious? I can go inside?" he asked hesitantly.

Katrina pushed him with her free hand. "Move it," She turned around and locked the door. Then she went into the closet and grabbed some clean blankets.

When she returned, she found the vampyre sitting on her couch, looking around her house curiously.

"Here," she said as she wrapped the blankets around him. She touched his arm. "You're so cold..." Then she smiled a little. "I'm Katrina. And you are?"

He looked at her curiously with his brown eyes. "Jaden," he answered.

She nodded. "Nice to meet you," Then suddenly, she slapped his face. "Dumbass! What in the world were you thinking? It's not exactly summer anymore if you haven't noticed!"

Jaden blinked. While the slap did not hurt him, it definitely gave him quite a shock. He looked at her again and saw the worry in her face. "Uh...sorry?" He didn't exactly know what else he could say.

Katrina just sighed. "Wait here and I'll get you something warm to drink."

As she walked into the kitchen, Jaden watched her with his eyes and began craving for her blood.

I just ate a moment ago... Why am I so hungry...? He asked himself. He got up and took a look around the place. There were photographs mostly of Katrina and Katori, and a few of her and Alexis together. Looks like it's just her and one little boy...and she doesn't seem to have many friends...no one will miss her if she dies.

Jaden clenched his fists as he approached the kitchen. He saw Katrina's back facing towards him and began to shake.

I could just tear her throat out and rip her head off, or I can just sink my teeth into that neck and slowly drain her blood while she weakly struggles.

Katrina turned around and was surprised to see him trembling so much. "It seems you need this more than I thought," she said sitting a tray down onto the coffee table.

Just kill her dammit!

Jaden stiffly nodded. "I-I'm fine..."

Katrina frowned. "You don't look fine," Then she handed him his tea. "Drink up,"

He hated the earthy flavor of tea, but Jaden accepted it out of politeness. He took a sip of the hot liquid. It was not a substitute for what he wanted, but at least it kept him distracted.

Katrina sat beside him on the couch and looked at him. "So, what were you doing out there? Are you from around here? Are you a student at Kouseitani Academy?"

Jaden raised an eyebrow while Katrina chuckled a little. To say that he was confused was an understatement. From his experience living as an undead creature, he had never encountered any 'prey' that was willing to make a conversation with him or even smile at him.

"I'm sorry," she said while still smiling. "I guess I'm happy that I can finally sit down with someone and talk like I used to with Stefan..."

Jaden gave her a puzzled look. What was there for him to talk about? Blood? Blood was just blood. Although Type AB had a unique taste that he liked, but why would a human want to talk about blood?

Then Katrina began sobbing all of a sudden. Once again, Jaden did not know what to do, so he just awkwardly sat there and watched her as she cried. He held the mug now filled with lukewarm tea in his hand and took another sip. He did not remember much about dealing with girls from his human life and he definitely did not learn anymore in his vampyre life.

Do I have to kill her in order to get her to stop...?

Katrina looked up at him with her puffy red eyes. "S-Sorry…" She sniffled. "I've just been dealing with a lot lately."

Jaden frowned. He went against his instinct and hugged the girl in front of him. He could feel the rhythm of her beating heart. It began to slow as she calmed down. Jaden continued to feel her heartbeat against his chest and found it interesting. He was so used to hearing the rapid heartbeats of his victims. After a few moments, he found that he liked listening to Katrina's heart.

"Thanks..." she managed to mumble.

His hand caressed her head. "You're welcome," he replied.

Author's Note: Yeah, I know what you all are thinking; vampires are overrated. But, I couldn't help myself. I was reading one of the latest House of Night novels and got inspired. So, this is my first attempt at a vampire fiction. Since Jaden really isn't the romantic type, this was a little hard for me to write. So, why not make love a confusing emotion for him? And for those wondering if this will end up Twilight, then you're sadly mistaken. I mean, who ever heard of a vampire walking in broad daylight? Edward must be fairy or something...

Please review and tell me what you think. I'm going to continue this, but make more frequent updates on my other stories instead since I started them first.