Love Bites
By K-Chan & Braided Baby
Don't own Digimon. Inspired by 'The vampire chronicles', Anne Rice wrote them (If you haven't read them, you should!), so we don't own them either. Warnings: AU, yaoi, violence, language, un-holy stuff and a bit of angst.
Ken
I pushed through the intimately dancing youths, the scent of beautiful bodies swirled around me. I watched them move together enjoying life oblivious to the very presence of that which they ultimately desired to be. Immortality, eternal youth, something I possess that sets me apart from the swaying masses. It plagues my life to know that I shall spend eternity alone; it haunts my every waking hour and I long for the peace I know I shall never acquire.
I knew she was there long before she touched me, I could smell the sweet scent of her body, no not the overpowering reek of her cheap perfume but the very blood that coursed in her exceptional veins. I savoured the smell, so sweet, so rich; so full of life.
Her dark hair played about her tempting face as she pressed her warm body against mine.
"Dance with me?" She murmured into my ear. The crowd shifted and I saw them.
I step away from the girl and shake my head. She looks disappointed but respects my decision and moves on.
I approach two of my fellow clan members. I'm not too sure if they have noticed me yet; their eyes appear to be on some thing or some one else.
"Takeru, Sora."
Sora, the younger of the pair, starts slightly. Takeru inclines his head to acknowledge my presence. "Ken."
"What is it that you stare at so intently?" I'm not really all that interested but it was polite to ask.
"That young boy over there, dancing by himself." Was the reply.
I let my gaze drift over the shifting crowd and saw immediately what had caught their attention.
Deep reddish brown hair, smooth tanned skin, lean frame, a sensual mouth, an adorably pointed nose, but best of all. his eyes.
With my superior vision I could see the boys lovely chocolate orbs, deep enough to trap you for eternity, dreamy and happy.
Eyes are the windows to the soul. I remember hearing that once, and these eyes. It was like staring into my salvation. I felt a strange pull at my heart when I looked into these eyes.
"So," Takeru breathed in my ear, his hand sliding over my body, "What do you think? Care to join us?"
I didn't even pretend to be interested in his offer. The blond was a very disturbed individual; he delighted in the kill and took pleasure in the fear of his prey. He had no respect for the fragile beauty of life. Takeru was truly a monster.
I'd rot in hell before I let him have this boy.
"Look elsewhere Takeru. The boy is mine." I said. The blond looked furious, but he had no choice in the matter. I was held highest in our Lords favour at the moment.
"I'll not forget this Ken." He promised before disappearing into the crowd, taking that two-bit whore Sora with him.
I carefully advanced on the boy, I decided to go for the direct approach.
I simply slid up against him and began to move in time with both him and the music. He didn't seem to mind, as he looped his tanned arms around my pale neck and continued to dance.
This move surprised me somewhat. In this day (or night, really) and age it's fairly hard for us to get a victim of the same gender.
To be honest, I actually prefer males myself. But back then it wasn't really much of an issue. Humans are just fickle I guess.
I placed my hands on his hips and moved nearer so our bodies skimmed against each other.
I breathed in the boys scent and felt the hunger flare to life, telling me to touch him, taste him. I pressed even closer, letting my hands travel down to cup his tight little ass.
The boy didn't protest, so I took that as a good sign and continued. He was shorter than me so I had to lean down slightly to lick the beads of perspiration from his throat. The skin under my lips vibrated gently as the boy moaned inaudibly. One of my hands slid up to rest over the heavy thudding of his heart.
The boy lent away from me as the song ended and I found myself held captive, once again by those sparkling eyes.
"That was great!" He panted, his warm chest heaving under my hand. "Man, I'm puffed!"
I gave him a soft smile. "Allow me to buy you a drink. My name is Ken."
"Motomiya, Daisuke. And yeah, a drink sounds good."
We headed over to the tables located off to the side of the club.
Ah, little Daisuke Motomiya. I couldn't wait to taste him. In my mind I planned how I would do it. Slowly, most assuredly, I'd want it to last. His beautiful voice whimpering my name as I gave him pleasure and took what I wanted.
"So?" I was jolted back to reality by his cheerful voice. "How about that drink?"
"Of corse. What will you have?"
Daisuke flashes me a brilliant smile that takes my breath away. "Anything will do. So long as it's not alcoholic."
"As you wish." I get up and head for the bar.
Daisuke
I watched Ken go with a sigh. To be honest I almost freaked when he started dancing with me. I mean, why would a hottie like Ken wanna dance with a moron like me? I wasn't even certain he was dancing with me or if he was just dancing next to me, so I'd taken a chance and put my arms around his neck. In truth I was expecting to get a fist in the face, so he surprised me by putting his pale hands on my hips.
And that dance. Damn, that had ended up getting pretty steamy!
I felt my face heat up at the thought of his body pressed up against mine.
I'm brought crashing back to reality as someone flings themselves into Kens chair.
"Hiya Dai! What's up?" It's my best friend Miyako. She's got really nice lavender hair and brown eyes. True we didn't go clubbing together tonight, but I'm not all that surprised to see her. She's as much of a party animal as I am.
We usually go clubbing at night, but by day we loiter around the mall and perve on all the hot guys and girls. Like me, Miyako couldn't decide which sex she preferred and settled for both.
"Hi Miya, nothin' much. Just waitin' for some gorgeous stranger to come back with my drink." I say offhandedly, trying not to gloat.
She snorts. "Yeah right, Dai. In your dreams!"
"Then I guess mum was right, dreams do come true." I grin as Ken sets a can of Coke on the table.
"I hope you like Coke." He says as Miya gapes at him. Ken has a really sexy voice!
"Who doesn't?" I reply happily, trying not to grin triumphantly at Miya.
Kens real polite and all, as he doesn't tell Miya to get outta his seat. Instead he pulls up another chair so he can sit next to me.
"Ken," I say still grinning, "This is my friend Miyako. Miya, this is Ken."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance." He shakes her hand and I feel all weird, like Miya's got no right to be here and she's tryin' to steal Ken from me. Which is really stupid, 'cause Miya would never do that, and I know it too.
Then what's this feeling?
"Yeah, ditto."
There's this really awkward silence then Miya stand's up.
"Well, I gotta split. Nice meet'n ya Ken. I'll call you tomorrow Dai!"
Then she heads for the bar.
We had a couple more drinks then danced some more. It was great!
Then, all to soon, the time came for all good little club crawlers to vacate the premises.
The last two drinks I'd had were cocktails so I was feeling a bit tipsy. Ken offered to walk me home, so now we were only a block away from my apartment and I was trying to tell Ken a joke involving three hookers and a bar stool. The only problem was that I was laughing too much to finish the punch line, but that was okay, Ken was laughing any way.
"I haven't had this much fun in a long time!" He gasped, trying to catch his breath as I clung to his arm, still giggling.
I stopped out the front of my building. "This is my stop." I rub the back of my neck nervously. "So, ya wanna come up for a coffee, or somethin'?"
Ken gives me that gorgeous mysterious smile he's got. "Is that an invitation?"
I can feel my face heating up. "Uh, yeah, I guess so."
"Maybe another time." He says, still smiling.
Then he leans close and his lips brush mine, they're kinda cold but really soft. I'm a teensy bit drunk, so I guess that's why I just stand there stupidly why Ken nibbles lightly on my bottom lip. The kiss doesn't last very long, but it's not the type of kiss you give a friend. Defiantly not a 'friend' kiss.
"Ken?" I managed to say.
His pale hand runs through my hair and his thumb caresses my cheekbone, it's just as strangely cold as his lips.
"Do you mind terribly?" He asked.
I'm in no shape to answer. His perfect face seems to glow in the light of the street lamps and I can't stop staring into his hypnotic blue-violet eyes. I can't look away and I don't know why. Every thing's fading away and then all there is, is his big beautiful eyes staring back into my own.
Ken starts kissing me again, his cool hands and lips feel wonderful on my now hot skin. Yet again it doesn't add up, Ken's kissing me and I'm not kissing him back!
What's wrong with me?
Shut up and kiss him, idiot!
Oh, all right. Thinking's boring anyway.
I slip my tongue into his mouth and slide my arms around his neck. He pulls me closer and starts kissing down my jaw to my throat. I close my eyes and my fingers tangle in his silky black-blue hair.
Oh yeah, that feels good.
"Nnnugh. Ken. Ken." I moan his name, tilting my head to expose more skin for his lips. I know he's gonna leave me with a massive hicky, but I don't care, I'm enjoying it too much.
Then there's a weird squishy crunching noise and hot pain lances down my arm, right to my fingertips. I can't believe it. He bit me!!
"Ouch! Ken, stop it!" I try to push him away but it's really hard to move for some reason, and Ken's a lot stronger than he looks.
Then Ken starts sucking on the wound.
I forget to breath, my nerves send waves of hot pleasure roaring into my brain and my body begins to throb along with my heart. I can feel my blood coursing through my body, sensually stroking the inner walls of my veins. It's mind blowing, incredible! I've never felt anything like this in my life.
Ken draws back and I whimper a little as his fangs slide free of my flesh. The only evidence of the bite was a painful throbbing in my neck.
I remember to breath and begin to pant heavily. Ken's just standing there, watching me. He's still smiling that strange smile, only now I know why his smile never fully reveals his teeth.
"You liked that, didn't you? If you want I'll do it again, but only if you say it's okay."
Once again I'm held prisoner by his eyes. God. Yes, that felt good! Yes, I wanted him to do it again!
Hold it Dai! This is not the time to jump head long into things. This is like sex! And I should think it over and make sure it was safe. After all, letting some one drink your blood sounded pretty dangerous.
But. Oh God! I wanted to feel that again!
"Is-is it safe? You won't kill me?" I stammer.
Kens smile widens, showing a hint of white fangs (not that you could tell they were fangs).
"It'll hurt for a second and you'll be sore, stiff and tired tomorrow. I promise I won't kill you, Daisuke. I'm not a murderer."
"O-okay."
Ken's on me in a flash. It hurt more than last time when his teeth went in and I give a small cry. But like ken had said, it was only for a second. Then I'm beyond both pain and thoughts, able to concentrate only on the pleasure Ken was giving me.
Ken
Daisuke moans as he goes into the 'Swoon'. He's so beautiful and his delicious scent fills my nose. He smells of the usual human smells, blood, flesh, Cold Power. Yet under all that I catch a hint of some sort of sweet spice, like cinnamon or nutmeg.
My hand cradles Daisukes head and my fingers massage his neck lightly as I drink from him, drawing his warm blood into my cold mouth. The coppery tang of blood washes across my tongue and again I pick up on that sweet spice.
Then the blood hits me in full force. Everything seems to glitter with tiny lights and I hear the tinkle of little bells. My body feels more sensitive, more alive. Next I can feel Daisuke, or Davis as his friends call him. Images from his life spring forth. His older sister Jun whacks him over the head to rouse him from bed every morning. His mother tucking him into bed, telling him not to worry, that things will work out in the end. His father hiding a plate Daisuke had broken, so 'Mum' would never find out. Shopping in the mall with his friend Miyako. There's another girl and her brother, Hikari and Taichi.
I could feel his emotions, the extreme limits he went to so he could make them laugh. His passion, anger, sadness and wicked sense of humour, I could feel it all. But most of all, his love, it shone through every memory like honeyed sunshine. I felt almost overwhelmed. Gods, never had I drunk from one such as he.
All the while my head is filled with his sweet joyful laughter, mixing with the thudding of his heart.
It hits me that I'd already taken too much from the boy and my Immortal side didn't want to let go.
I tore myself away from him, Daisuke moaned and crumpled to the ground.
"Ken. Ken." He whimpered and I'm horrified to realise that He'd been calling my name the whole time, even in the Swoon. Which should have been impossible.
Daisuke was unconscious now and I feel guilty when I notice the pallor of his skin. Poor little Daisuke Motomiya, He's going to feel that in the morning.
I gently pick up the frail boy and cradle him in my arms. Being that it was my fault that he couldn't get to his apartment on his own, I decide I'd better put him to bed. I imagine that he'll be mad at me enough tomorrow with out waking up on the pavement out the front of his building. Plus I didn't want Takeru to find him and finish the job.
I shake my head. Not that I was worried about Daisuke. He's just some human I fed on, nothing important to me.
As I waited for the elevator I look down at him asleep in my arms and softly kiss his temple.
It's not like I care about him.
End Chapter 1
K-Chan: *looks tearfully at B.B.* I hope every one likes it. We worked soo hard on it!
Braided Baby: I'm sure they will.
K-Chan: *wails* No one ever reads my stories!
Braided Baby: If we don't get at least 5 reviews we'll know it's trash and scrap it. So if you want more you'd better tell us.
K-Chan: You're so smart B.B.! *Hugs B.B. before running off to hassle Dria and Poop On A Stick*
By K-Chan & Braided Baby
Don't own Digimon. Inspired by 'The vampire chronicles', Anne Rice wrote them (If you haven't read them, you should!), so we don't own them either. Warnings: AU, yaoi, violence, language, un-holy stuff and a bit of angst.
Ken
I pushed through the intimately dancing youths, the scent of beautiful bodies swirled around me. I watched them move together enjoying life oblivious to the very presence of that which they ultimately desired to be. Immortality, eternal youth, something I possess that sets me apart from the swaying masses. It plagues my life to know that I shall spend eternity alone; it haunts my every waking hour and I long for the peace I know I shall never acquire.
I knew she was there long before she touched me, I could smell the sweet scent of her body, no not the overpowering reek of her cheap perfume but the very blood that coursed in her exceptional veins. I savoured the smell, so sweet, so rich; so full of life.
Her dark hair played about her tempting face as she pressed her warm body against mine.
"Dance with me?" She murmured into my ear. The crowd shifted and I saw them.
I step away from the girl and shake my head. She looks disappointed but respects my decision and moves on.
I approach two of my fellow clan members. I'm not too sure if they have noticed me yet; their eyes appear to be on some thing or some one else.
"Takeru, Sora."
Sora, the younger of the pair, starts slightly. Takeru inclines his head to acknowledge my presence. "Ken."
"What is it that you stare at so intently?" I'm not really all that interested but it was polite to ask.
"That young boy over there, dancing by himself." Was the reply.
I let my gaze drift over the shifting crowd and saw immediately what had caught their attention.
Deep reddish brown hair, smooth tanned skin, lean frame, a sensual mouth, an adorably pointed nose, but best of all. his eyes.
With my superior vision I could see the boys lovely chocolate orbs, deep enough to trap you for eternity, dreamy and happy.
Eyes are the windows to the soul. I remember hearing that once, and these eyes. It was like staring into my salvation. I felt a strange pull at my heart when I looked into these eyes.
"So," Takeru breathed in my ear, his hand sliding over my body, "What do you think? Care to join us?"
I didn't even pretend to be interested in his offer. The blond was a very disturbed individual; he delighted in the kill and took pleasure in the fear of his prey. He had no respect for the fragile beauty of life. Takeru was truly a monster.
I'd rot in hell before I let him have this boy.
"Look elsewhere Takeru. The boy is mine." I said. The blond looked furious, but he had no choice in the matter. I was held highest in our Lords favour at the moment.
"I'll not forget this Ken." He promised before disappearing into the crowd, taking that two-bit whore Sora with him.
I carefully advanced on the boy, I decided to go for the direct approach.
I simply slid up against him and began to move in time with both him and the music. He didn't seem to mind, as he looped his tanned arms around my pale neck and continued to dance.
This move surprised me somewhat. In this day (or night, really) and age it's fairly hard for us to get a victim of the same gender.
To be honest, I actually prefer males myself. But back then it wasn't really much of an issue. Humans are just fickle I guess.
I placed my hands on his hips and moved nearer so our bodies skimmed against each other.
I breathed in the boys scent and felt the hunger flare to life, telling me to touch him, taste him. I pressed even closer, letting my hands travel down to cup his tight little ass.
The boy didn't protest, so I took that as a good sign and continued. He was shorter than me so I had to lean down slightly to lick the beads of perspiration from his throat. The skin under my lips vibrated gently as the boy moaned inaudibly. One of my hands slid up to rest over the heavy thudding of his heart.
The boy lent away from me as the song ended and I found myself held captive, once again by those sparkling eyes.
"That was great!" He panted, his warm chest heaving under my hand. "Man, I'm puffed!"
I gave him a soft smile. "Allow me to buy you a drink. My name is Ken."
"Motomiya, Daisuke. And yeah, a drink sounds good."
We headed over to the tables located off to the side of the club.
Ah, little Daisuke Motomiya. I couldn't wait to taste him. In my mind I planned how I would do it. Slowly, most assuredly, I'd want it to last. His beautiful voice whimpering my name as I gave him pleasure and took what I wanted.
"So?" I was jolted back to reality by his cheerful voice. "How about that drink?"
"Of corse. What will you have?"
Daisuke flashes me a brilliant smile that takes my breath away. "Anything will do. So long as it's not alcoholic."
"As you wish." I get up and head for the bar.
Daisuke
I watched Ken go with a sigh. To be honest I almost freaked when he started dancing with me. I mean, why would a hottie like Ken wanna dance with a moron like me? I wasn't even certain he was dancing with me or if he was just dancing next to me, so I'd taken a chance and put my arms around his neck. In truth I was expecting to get a fist in the face, so he surprised me by putting his pale hands on my hips.
And that dance. Damn, that had ended up getting pretty steamy!
I felt my face heat up at the thought of his body pressed up against mine.
I'm brought crashing back to reality as someone flings themselves into Kens chair.
"Hiya Dai! What's up?" It's my best friend Miyako. She's got really nice lavender hair and brown eyes. True we didn't go clubbing together tonight, but I'm not all that surprised to see her. She's as much of a party animal as I am.
We usually go clubbing at night, but by day we loiter around the mall and perve on all the hot guys and girls. Like me, Miyako couldn't decide which sex she preferred and settled for both.
"Hi Miya, nothin' much. Just waitin' for some gorgeous stranger to come back with my drink." I say offhandedly, trying not to gloat.
She snorts. "Yeah right, Dai. In your dreams!"
"Then I guess mum was right, dreams do come true." I grin as Ken sets a can of Coke on the table.
"I hope you like Coke." He says as Miya gapes at him. Ken has a really sexy voice!
"Who doesn't?" I reply happily, trying not to grin triumphantly at Miya.
Kens real polite and all, as he doesn't tell Miya to get outta his seat. Instead he pulls up another chair so he can sit next to me.
"Ken," I say still grinning, "This is my friend Miyako. Miya, this is Ken."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance." He shakes her hand and I feel all weird, like Miya's got no right to be here and she's tryin' to steal Ken from me. Which is really stupid, 'cause Miya would never do that, and I know it too.
Then what's this feeling?
"Yeah, ditto."
There's this really awkward silence then Miya stand's up.
"Well, I gotta split. Nice meet'n ya Ken. I'll call you tomorrow Dai!"
Then she heads for the bar.
We had a couple more drinks then danced some more. It was great!
Then, all to soon, the time came for all good little club crawlers to vacate the premises.
The last two drinks I'd had were cocktails so I was feeling a bit tipsy. Ken offered to walk me home, so now we were only a block away from my apartment and I was trying to tell Ken a joke involving three hookers and a bar stool. The only problem was that I was laughing too much to finish the punch line, but that was okay, Ken was laughing any way.
"I haven't had this much fun in a long time!" He gasped, trying to catch his breath as I clung to his arm, still giggling.
I stopped out the front of my building. "This is my stop." I rub the back of my neck nervously. "So, ya wanna come up for a coffee, or somethin'?"
Ken gives me that gorgeous mysterious smile he's got. "Is that an invitation?"
I can feel my face heating up. "Uh, yeah, I guess so."
"Maybe another time." He says, still smiling.
Then he leans close and his lips brush mine, they're kinda cold but really soft. I'm a teensy bit drunk, so I guess that's why I just stand there stupidly why Ken nibbles lightly on my bottom lip. The kiss doesn't last very long, but it's not the type of kiss you give a friend. Defiantly not a 'friend' kiss.
"Ken?" I managed to say.
His pale hand runs through my hair and his thumb caresses my cheekbone, it's just as strangely cold as his lips.
"Do you mind terribly?" He asked.
I'm in no shape to answer. His perfect face seems to glow in the light of the street lamps and I can't stop staring into his hypnotic blue-violet eyes. I can't look away and I don't know why. Every thing's fading away and then all there is, is his big beautiful eyes staring back into my own.
Ken starts kissing me again, his cool hands and lips feel wonderful on my now hot skin. Yet again it doesn't add up, Ken's kissing me and I'm not kissing him back!
What's wrong with me?
Shut up and kiss him, idiot!
Oh, all right. Thinking's boring anyway.
I slip my tongue into his mouth and slide my arms around his neck. He pulls me closer and starts kissing down my jaw to my throat. I close my eyes and my fingers tangle in his silky black-blue hair.
Oh yeah, that feels good.
"Nnnugh. Ken. Ken." I moan his name, tilting my head to expose more skin for his lips. I know he's gonna leave me with a massive hicky, but I don't care, I'm enjoying it too much.
Then there's a weird squishy crunching noise and hot pain lances down my arm, right to my fingertips. I can't believe it. He bit me!!
"Ouch! Ken, stop it!" I try to push him away but it's really hard to move for some reason, and Ken's a lot stronger than he looks.
Then Ken starts sucking on the wound.
I forget to breath, my nerves send waves of hot pleasure roaring into my brain and my body begins to throb along with my heart. I can feel my blood coursing through my body, sensually stroking the inner walls of my veins. It's mind blowing, incredible! I've never felt anything like this in my life.
Ken draws back and I whimper a little as his fangs slide free of my flesh. The only evidence of the bite was a painful throbbing in my neck.
I remember to breath and begin to pant heavily. Ken's just standing there, watching me. He's still smiling that strange smile, only now I know why his smile never fully reveals his teeth.
"You liked that, didn't you? If you want I'll do it again, but only if you say it's okay."
Once again I'm held prisoner by his eyes. God. Yes, that felt good! Yes, I wanted him to do it again!
Hold it Dai! This is not the time to jump head long into things. This is like sex! And I should think it over and make sure it was safe. After all, letting some one drink your blood sounded pretty dangerous.
But. Oh God! I wanted to feel that again!
"Is-is it safe? You won't kill me?" I stammer.
Kens smile widens, showing a hint of white fangs (not that you could tell they were fangs).
"It'll hurt for a second and you'll be sore, stiff and tired tomorrow. I promise I won't kill you, Daisuke. I'm not a murderer."
"O-okay."
Ken's on me in a flash. It hurt more than last time when his teeth went in and I give a small cry. But like ken had said, it was only for a second. Then I'm beyond both pain and thoughts, able to concentrate only on the pleasure Ken was giving me.
Ken
Daisuke moans as he goes into the 'Swoon'. He's so beautiful and his delicious scent fills my nose. He smells of the usual human smells, blood, flesh, Cold Power. Yet under all that I catch a hint of some sort of sweet spice, like cinnamon or nutmeg.
My hand cradles Daisukes head and my fingers massage his neck lightly as I drink from him, drawing his warm blood into my cold mouth. The coppery tang of blood washes across my tongue and again I pick up on that sweet spice.
Then the blood hits me in full force. Everything seems to glitter with tiny lights and I hear the tinkle of little bells. My body feels more sensitive, more alive. Next I can feel Daisuke, or Davis as his friends call him. Images from his life spring forth. His older sister Jun whacks him over the head to rouse him from bed every morning. His mother tucking him into bed, telling him not to worry, that things will work out in the end. His father hiding a plate Daisuke had broken, so 'Mum' would never find out. Shopping in the mall with his friend Miyako. There's another girl and her brother, Hikari and Taichi.
I could feel his emotions, the extreme limits he went to so he could make them laugh. His passion, anger, sadness and wicked sense of humour, I could feel it all. But most of all, his love, it shone through every memory like honeyed sunshine. I felt almost overwhelmed. Gods, never had I drunk from one such as he.
All the while my head is filled with his sweet joyful laughter, mixing with the thudding of his heart.
It hits me that I'd already taken too much from the boy and my Immortal side didn't want to let go.
I tore myself away from him, Daisuke moaned and crumpled to the ground.
"Ken. Ken." He whimpered and I'm horrified to realise that He'd been calling my name the whole time, even in the Swoon. Which should have been impossible.
Daisuke was unconscious now and I feel guilty when I notice the pallor of his skin. Poor little Daisuke Motomiya, He's going to feel that in the morning.
I gently pick up the frail boy and cradle him in my arms. Being that it was my fault that he couldn't get to his apartment on his own, I decide I'd better put him to bed. I imagine that he'll be mad at me enough tomorrow with out waking up on the pavement out the front of his building. Plus I didn't want Takeru to find him and finish the job.
I shake my head. Not that I was worried about Daisuke. He's just some human I fed on, nothing important to me.
As I waited for the elevator I look down at him asleep in my arms and softly kiss his temple.
It's not like I care about him.
End Chapter 1
K-Chan: *looks tearfully at B.B.* I hope every one likes it. We worked soo hard on it!
Braided Baby: I'm sure they will.
K-Chan: *wails* No one ever reads my stories!
Braided Baby: If we don't get at least 5 reviews we'll know it's trash and scrap it. So if you want more you'd better tell us.
K-Chan: You're so smart B.B.! *Hugs B.B. before running off to hassle Dria and Poop On A Stick*