You have been warned, this one is weird. As in, demented weird. But feel free to read, I thought it was cool idea myself.

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Lying in an alley, he shivered and convulsed, not from the cold, but from the knowing hunger inside of him. He could think of nothing but the endless amounts of humans out in the streets, full of blood and beckoning to him. Just one, Heiji-kun, just one little snack. It's just one life; no one will even miss it.

Heiji snarled back at the perceived voices. He was not a monster; he refused to be one of them. And he knew that, just like Lays chips, you could not eat just one.

Two teenage girls, about his age if he cared to notice, walked by his alley and he moaned at the smell of their blood, so very close to him.

"Hey, what was that?" a voice said, and he noticed the girls had stopped and were peering at what bit of them their human eyes could see in the dark.

"Don't, Kazuha-chan, this isn't the best part of town, we just need to keep on walking." The other one said and Heiji's ears perked up.

He looked up and saw that face, the one he still remembered and he keened loudly, suddenly wishing he was anywhere but where he was right now, with the sound of her heart beating in his ears and the taste of her blood on the tip of his tongue. He stood up suddenly and the two girls gasped in unison.

"Heiji?"

"Hattori-kun!"

Heiji didn't look at them; he just took off running in the opposite direction. Don't look back, don't look back! Not her, please, not her!

He ran faster and further away, not listening to her shrieks, her cries of "Ahou, where have you been? Don't walk away from me! Hattori Heiji, get back here this instant!"

He just ran and ran and kept on running until he finally had to stop. He wasn't tired, that was impossible for him now, but he was thirsty. He wouldn't be able to keep this up. And he definitely wouldn't be able to keep it up around her.

The one that had turned him had explained this very carefully. He would always ache when the humans passed him in the streets, he would always long for their blood. But he would never feel compelled to not drink but merely bite unless they were soulmates. His sire had told him that, over time, he'd be able to walk among the humans again, but he would never be able to be near that person without changing them. He had been told not to resist the urge to change that special person, that eternity would be much too lonely without sharing it.

But he had a will and he refused to bend.

He refused to be told what he should and should not do. So he would starve himself to death and he would notchange her,not his best friend; not for anything. Even if he was condemning himself to Hell on Earth with no end in sight, he refused to.

He was Hattori Heiji.

And he was stronger than that.

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I honestly have no explanation for this. I just got home from school and suddenly, out of no where, comes this thought:

"Heiji's a zombie!"

And then I sat down to write it and said to the thought. "No, a zombie simply will not do, I can't work with that! How about a vampire instead?"

And I got no response (not surprising), so I did what I wanted to. So we get a nice little vampire!Heiji fic that makes no sense, really. But, what can you do? *shrugs*

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