This was unhealthy. Normal people would ask who they like on dates, go out to get something to eat, or at the very least, introduce themselves. But normal people aren't vampires. It all started with one simple hunt when Ivan's undead life changed.

Ivan was out in the midnight air, hoping to find a good catch, feed, and go back to his empty home. Sure it got lonely ever since his sisters left along with his three servants, but he was used to it.

He sat on a roof top, looking down to the almost empty streets. Almost no one was out at this hour except for some teenagers and the frequent clubbers who were most likely drunk. He hated feeding on alcoholics, their blood may as well have been thinner than his, and that said something considering vampires had to consume blood to even out the thickness of their own blood.

He sighed and sniffed the air, cringing at the smell of alcohol and sweat that came with the partiers. There was a girl walking in the ally next to the building he was perched on and he decided he might as well. She looked like a prostitute, and probably was when he saw the stack of cash she pulled out of her bra as she started counting it.

Her clothes were torn, her make up smeared, one of her heals on her shoe broken. It was a sight he'd seen before, and he recognized a prostitute rape anywhere.

He thought that he would put her out of her misery and just drink her dry until he smelt something new. Someone was out at night, completely sober, walking alone, and had the most delicious smelling blood Ivan had ever smelt.

'HH blood type. Rare. Exotic even. Who is he?' Ivan smirked as he looked for the holder of the rare blood type to feed on, but stopped in his tracks when he found him.

A blond boy was walking calmly down the streets, listening to music as he carried a grocery bag filled with donuts while his eyes shone blue under his glasses as he grinned happily at seemingly nothing.

Ivan gaped at the boy, unsure of what was so captivating. Before he knew it he was following him, trying to figure out where he was headed. The blonde walked up to a mansion and greeted the gate keeper before walking through to the door.

It was an amazing house from the outside. A large chrome fence surrounding a brick walkway that led to the door, and on either side of the walkway were gardens, filled with colorful flowers and healthy looking trees. The mansion itself looked Victorian, about a century old but newly refurbished. As Ivan watched he looked through the windows, noticing the boy was alone in the house.

A pang of pity welled itself in Ivan's chest, knowing how lonely it could get in a big house with nobody else. For a moment he considered going up to the boy but realized he had nothing to say to him. "Yes hello I was out to look for blood to drink and noticed you. You seem lonely, may I come in?"…yeah no. he sighed and settled for watching him from the tree branch.

He hopped from tree to tree as he followed the other, seeing through the windows. The boy started watching TV, screaming anytime a ghost came on the horror movie as Ivan tried not to laugh. After the movie he went to the kitchen and drank some soda with ice cream. Ivan tilted his head at the odd concoction and settled for it being an American thing.

Once he finished his drink he went to the bathroom up stairs. Ivan climbed the tree and peeked in the window, his face turning red when he started stripping. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the boy's body, trailing his gaze along his toned chest, his muscled arms, and finally lower, his eyes landing directly between his legs.

His sneak peek was short lived as he went into the shower shortly after, but the effects were still lasting on him as he groaned. He decided to leave that night, but promised he'd come back, telling himself it was because he was bored. After he got home however, he found himself pleasing himself to the boys image, and he knew that boredom was far from the reason he planned on going back.

Tonight would make the 9th time Ivan visited the boys house, the 4th time he watched him strip and shower. After a week he started feeling protective of him, mainly because someone tried to jump him. But just as Ivan was about to jump in and help, the boy showed his unusual amount of strength as he threw the attacker down the alley.

Ivan grinned, happy his boy was strong. But then he realized he referred to him as 'his'. After drinking two girls and a drunk man to vent his problems, he came to accept that he might have a small problem.

Ivan sat in his tree thinking about the scene in the alley again when something changed. He felt something. Eyes, staring right through him. He looked up and saw bright blue eyes glaring at him as the boy covered himself with a towel. Ivan eyes widened and he jumped down from the tree, quickly trying to run.

Before he could the boy opened his bathroom window and leaned out to yell at him, but leaned too far and fell. Ivan had a split second to react as he sped over and caught him, lowering him to the ground gently.

"Dude what the fuck! Get off of me!" he yelled and punched Ivan. Ivan winced, not used to a humans hit being so strong.

"I am sorry. You were falling so-"he began to try and explain.

"I wasn't falling in the shower! Pervert stop touching me!" the boy yelled and kicked him in the head, giving Ivan a nice view between his legs. He noticed him look and blushed, punching him in the nose. "Don't look there!" Ivan stuttered trying to explain himself but a guard grabbed his arm, pulling him away.

"HH!" he yelled suddenly, not sure why he decided to say that.

"The fuck? How do you know my blood type? Have you been stalking me? Get him out! Don't let him back in!" he ordered the guard and ran back inside, leaving Ivan to be dragged and thrown out the gate.

He sighed and started walking home, trying to figure out how he'd see his sunflower again now. He started noticing the boy's resemblance to a sunflower around his 3rd day watching him. He smiled, thinking the flower suit him well.

He sat on his couch and sighed, thinking of ways he could see him again when it hit him. He grinned at his plan, deciding that it was the most ingenious plan he had ever had. He was going to kidnap the boy.