A/N: Luckily, I know what I'm going to be doing for this story…for a change I planned it out. Good news for you…I won't be stopping in the middle cause I run out of ideas. XD The bad news is that this story is getting more and more futuristic as the story goes on. Poor Fayt. XD

Disclaimer: Fayt and Albel are not mine, but the story idea is kinda sorta all mine. XD

Fayt Leingod sat under a tree brooding. Had it only been five years since his father had been killed? "Killed because of me," Fayt whispered bitterly. "Because of what I am. I'm a monster."

"Fayt, you were always meant to be alone," his father said softly. He had been sitting on the floor, reading a story to Fayt when one of his melancholy moods had come on.

"But, I'm not alone, dad," young Fayt had protested. "I'm with you."

"You'll understand when you get older. Never to get married or share a kiss with a lover."

Fayt scowled. "Who cares about those things?"

"You're only a child, Fayt. You'll miss those things when you grow up."

"Well, if I ever get a smelly girl to like me, she can kiss my forehead like mom used to do. She's not kissing me on the mouth. That's nasty." Fayt made a face.

"You aren't going to get a girl, son. They're nothing but trouble. What happens if they find out?"

"Aw, I'm not going to kiss anybody," Fayt said indignantly. "They don't need to be scared of me."

"Wrong,Fayt. Remember the-oh wait, that was before you were born. Anyway, this crazy scientist hired a bunch of girls with the same…curse that you have. They made a circus together and it was the girls' job to kiss anybody that they saw leaving the show. There was a big mess when that came out. The government stepped in and took all those girls away to some secret testing facility. I don't want that to happen to you."

"I'm not going to do anything like that," Fayt protested.

"It doesn't matter. They won't take the chance. You're 10 years old, Fayt. You're lucky you survived for this long."

'Just wait! I'll find someone who loves me and finds out but still loves me."

"No, Fayt. No one will ever love you."

"Don't you love me?"

"No, that would be too dangerous," his father said calmly. "But I do care about you."

"I'm not dangerous, Dad! I won't hurt you."

His father sighed. "I know you try to be careful, but you could hurt someone, even kill them. I know you wouldn't mean to but it would still be your fault."

"But-"

"Quiet, Fayt." His father put a finger to his lips and slowly got up. "That was the doorbell. I'll be right back."

"Let us in, Mr. Leingod," a gruff voice called out. "We're with the Citizen's Protection League."

"Of course. Come right in" His father exuded politeness and hospitality as he opened the door. "What can I do for you?"

"The city has recently authorized us as hunters."

"Hunters?"

"Hunters of the demons amongst us, otherwise known as energy vampires. We recently obtained a list of unusual births from all the hospitals in the area and we started following those leads. We've got testimony from your wife."

Fayt edged back against the wall and drew his knees up to his chin. 'Mom left us when she saw I was a monster," he whispered.

"Mr. Leingod, we just want to look at your son. If we see that he is indeed possessed by the dark spirit, we'll put him out of his misery and end your shame."

"Uh, why of course! I'll go look for him."

Fayt looked up from his hiding place under the desk against the wall as his father returned. 'Are they going to take me away?" he asked in a small voice.

"No, they're going to kill you. Quickly, grab as many survival books are you can…a compass and an emergency blanket. Here, take these as well." He thrust a pile of clothes into Fayt's hands. "Put everything in your backpack."

He stopped at the door and looked back at Fayt, knowing it was probably the last time they would see each other. Fayt needed to run far away where they knew nothing of his curse.

"I always knew this day would come, but I had hoped it wouldn't be for a long time. Climb out the window and don't stop running, no matter what. I'll try to stall them." Fat stared at him forlornly and his father flapped his hands. "Go, hurry!"

Fayt quickly began stuffing everything into his backpack as his father rejoined the two men in the kitchen. He grabbed an extra water bottle. He heard the sounds of arguments as he climbed on top of his dresser beneath the window and carefully opened it.

"I can't find him. He must not be here. Maybe he's at a friend's house."

"What? You let that creature socialize with innocent children?" The second man's booming voice rolled through the house.

"He's my son, the only thing I have left. Besides, he's just a child."

"He is the most dangerous at his age. An experimental kiss with an innocent girl could end in death."

"Fayt's careful. Besides, he's not even interested in girls."

"If you ask me, the next thing that needs to be curbed is our burgeoning homosexual population," the first man growled.

"But Mayor Jones is gay," Fayt's father reminded them.

"Hmph."

Fayt steadied himself on the dresser and slowly edged onto the window sill, looking down at the three foot drop.

"Look, gentleman. Fayt won't kiss anybody. I've made sure he knows the dangers. I keep him inside most of the time anyway."

"We won't wait for accidents to happen."

"But to shoot him?" Mr. Leingod's voice rose with anger. "He's just a boy.

"Wrong, Mr. Leingod. He is a terrible monster that must be stopped./ We'll start searching now."

Fayt worked up his courage and jumped down, tumbling as he hit the ground. He got up and raced towards the forest just beyond their house."

"Hey, Jenkins! There he goes!" the first man yelled excitedly. "Let's get him."

"No, not my son!" Mr. Leingod shouted. "Run, Fayt!"

Fayt kept running over the sounds of machine gun fire.