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The Vampire Kenta Chapter 1: The Taste on Loneliness

Vampires are not as separate from humans as they like to think. A vampire can produce a child with a human, and that child will be able to have kids of their own. By that definition, humans and vampires are considered to be of the same species, not exactly the same mind you, but similar enough. If humans are Homo Sapiens Sapiens, then vampires are Homo Sapiens Vampira.

How vampires came to be is another matter entirely. Genetically, vampire share on average, 99.99999 percent of their DNA with humans. With the differences being only a grand total of five small genes. The first is involved in the production of blood cells, resulting in vampires having low red blood cells counts. The second is involved in with sensitivity of our sensory organs. The third seems to be responsible for a vampires' extreme photosensitivity. The fourth seems to affect the development of the digestive system, and the fifth… well… we don't know what it does.

These genes exist, because only two of the smallest pieces of vampire DNA is different from human DNA. Theoretically, a single mutation could produce a vampire that didn't need to drink blood, but shared all the other vampire traits, or vise-versa. Heck there could even be a vampire that produced blood, or a child from human parents being born a vampire. Heck for all we know a vampire could be born that could walk in the sun.

But the chances of any of that happening are about the same, as you being able to walk out into the middle of a field, stick out your thumb, and a have a flying saucer pull up and offer you a ride.

But don't get me wrong… it is still possible. Just very, very, very, VERY improbable.

"Grandmother, I'm going out for a bit!" Kenta Usui called out, his hand on the doorknob.

The only response from the middle-aged women in the next room, was to reach up and change the channels on the TV.

Kenta merely sighed and stepped out into the night. It had always been that way. His grandmother ignored his existence entirely. Nothing he did got a response. It didn't seem to matter that he was the best in his school, or even that he was her grandson.

He shut the door behind himself and walked out onto the sidewalk. Almost on cue, there was the flapping of hundreds of wings, the chitterling of a thousand small voices, and a swarm of small brown bats burst out of the house from every hole.

With long quick strides, the teenager made his way towards one of the strip malls near his home.

~X~

"Sigh…"She had been stood up again. The teenage girl shifted in place as she watched the cars drive by. "Now, I'll have to walk home."

With great reluctance, she shouldered her handbag, and started walking down the street. She should have been used to it by now, five boyfriends, all of them had dumped her after two weeks. The loneliness stabbed into her heart like an dagger made of ice, and the aching chill seemed to permeate her body.

~Chee?~

She glanced up. A small brown bat was hanging from a streetlight. It was watching her. She shuddered, bats scared her. Finally, she stopped at the entrance to an alleyway. It would cut a good half and hour off her walk, but… it wasn't exactly safe for one to be walking alone down dark alleys. "Oh to hell with it!" she decided. "It's not like this day could get any worse."

~X~

Loneliness.

That delicious aroma. He could smell it in the air. He picked up his pace slightly, his eyes could just pick out the form of a girl in the alley. The smell was stronger now.

"Who are you!? What do you want?"

His pace quickened. All he could think of was that absolutely mouthwatering smell.

"Get away from me! Hel….!"

He grabbed her, slapping a hand over her mouth and pushing away the hair from her neck. He could practically taste the source of the smell.

With a instinctive lunge, he sunk two long fangs into her neck, and drank deep from her lifeblood. The girl fell limp in his arms.

"Damn," Kenta swore. Automatically wiping a dribble of blood from the corner of his mouth. "I can't put off feeding for so long! Better erase her memory…"he reached down and lightly touched the girl's forehead. "Done!" he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had no idea why he was this way. He didn't know why only blood satisfied his hunger, why bats responded to his subconscious command, and how he could erase the memories of those he bit.

His mother loved him all the same though. She endured everything life threw at her, a mother who never forgave her for becoming pregnant, a boyfriend who abandoned her, and even a son who was growing up into a vampire, for lack of a better term.

Speaking of his mother. Kenta glanced at his cheap watch. If he hurried he could make it in time to meet her at the train station as she got off work.

He rushed quickly, a lone bat flying off into the night being the only sign he was ever there.

AN: Yes, I am not dead… sad to say I have lost all insperation for my past fics… I may start them up again… but don't count on it…