This is a story I thought up after listening to Lord of darkness. I only own my imagination.

The lord of darkness

Someone who walks only in the night

All alone

"What are you doing?" I asked looking over Kaito's shoulder reading every word he had written. He sat quietly in his nicely carved wooden chair at a matching desk looking down at the sheet of paper with the moon putting a shine on his almost night blue hair.

"Nothing." He replied in a saddened tone.

It was obvious that he was sulking. He was still crying over the fact that a girl had beaten him and threw him in jail. He was also still upset over that fact that he couldn't even get out of jail with out Rin and I helping him. Though this was do to the fact that his memory was that of a gold fish.

"What ever." I said turning around and started to walk out of his room which looked like a dungeon with only a coffin, his bed, a closet with some clothes and a desk with a chair.

I was tired of Kaito's problems. He was an idiot vampire. The only gain from this was that Rin and I could do what ever we wanted. We were his servants but only by title. We always teased him and we, in his opinion, never helped him.

"I want blood." He said quietly.

"That is your problem." I retorted coldly starting up the stairs to exit the room.

Before I could put my foot on the second stair two arms wrapped around me, one around my chest the other around my waist, and pulled me backwards. I was then thrown into Kaito's open coffin with him sitting on top of me.

"Get off." I said glaring up at him.

He silently looked down at me with a dark grin that would normally scare anyone, but because I knew him it didn't bother me. He then started to up button my black shirt with a yellow lining on the sleeve and caller and, with no help from me, took it off. He looked at me with a hungry smile. He then got on to his knees and bent over to bite me. The only problem was he left an opening for me to use to get away. Once he though he had the upper hand I kicked him in the groin and pushed him out of the coffin. He hit the ground with a loud thud, curled up in the fetal position, and started to quietly cry. I got up grabbed my shirt, put it on, and then stood over him.

"You're an idiot for thinking you could get away with that." I said while looking at him.

"I'm so thirsty." He wined not looking up at me.

"Whose fault is that?" I asked still angry by what he tried to do.

He laid there quietly playing with his blue painted fingernails.

I waited a few minutes for a reply and then walked off.