THis is so cheesy XD I am doing a series of stories based on pictures. Most about Ib. Sorry if it gets a bit...awkward in some of them...XDDDD HERE YA GO:

"Garry?" Ib whispered softly. She walked alone in the fabricated world, looking for her dear friend. She was shaking a little, after seeing her blond friend be burned to ashes she could barely take in the pain and sorrow. She didn't want to loose Garry too! "Gaarrrryyy!" Her voice echoed through the hallways, her blood colored eyes darting all over the hallways of the dungeon she had got herself trapped in.

Looking for Garry, are you?

Writing on the wall teased the child, and she rolled her eyes.

Oh don't worry, what we did was nothing bad. Garry's fine~

They touched Garry? The small child thought, hoping for her friend's safety.

Oh and he is CERTAINLY looking for you!

Ib shuddered. Why did this world torment her so? A sharp, husky, worn out voice called her name, and Ib spun around, looking for the emitter of the voice.

"Ib.." The voice called once again. Ib saw no one and fear grew in the bottom of her stomach, heating her up like a fire. Ib's eyes stared at the end of a hallway, the darkness had captivated it making it almost impossible to see the tall, slim figure calling to her.

"Ib..!" The voice cried this time. In fear, Ib spun on her heel and darted from the character. "Wait! Come back..!"

She ran faster, her breaths growing short and fast, until she found a room full of dolls. Finding it safer than going back to that horrid, hallway, the nine year old decided to rest up before continuing her search for Garry. The brunette laid down on the floor of the room, her eyelashes pressed against her cheeks, and she relaxed her shoulders. She arched her back at the lack of heat the cold floor was giving, but remained on her back attempting to sleep.

Two hands had pressed to her chest. The large hands untied part of the bow at the collar of her shirt and unbuttoned it enough to fully expose her neck.

{WARNING, CHEESINESS STARTS HERE}

Ib's eyes darted open to find Garry's face right in front of her's. "G-G-Garry?" She whimpered. His mouth darted to her neck, and bit roughly. Ib let out a harsh yelp as he sucked against her skin, craving her crimson blood. She squirmed in his arms, the unusual feeling of pleasure building in her stomach like a fire, warming her cheeks.

He pulled away angrily, he had missed the vein. He licked his sharp teeth; fangs, were they? Blood ran down her neck, and he stared at the wound. More. He thought. Garry leaned down and ran his fangs up her neck, searching for the vein. It was a bit hard, her baby fat protecting her but he eventually found it and smiled widely.

"Wh-What are you..?!" Ib began to speak when Garry launched his fangs into her throat, sucking at the area of her vein. She gasped, and her legs shuddered, she attempted to push him away but failed at the fact that he was much bigger than her. When he was finished, he licked the remaining blood from her neck.

Garry soon lifted and looked at his companion. A smirk grew on his face as he raised his eyebrows.