The morning sun peeked through a clouded window, as Aelita let out a groan, and began to wake up. She rubbed her eyes and let them adjust to the light in the room before she sat up and looked around. But what she then saw were not the familiar confines of her room, instead she saw someone else's.

That's when she heard another gentle groan, and glanced down to see where it was coming from. Beside her on the bed lay Jeremie, surrounded by a dark stain the same colour as the stuff coating his lips.

"Oh no," Aelita whispered, reaching to feel her neck. Her fingertips became sticky with a thick liquid, and she brought her hand down to examine it. "Oh no," she repeated, staring with wide eyes at her bright-red covered fingertips. "Not again."

• • •

Aelita blinked madly at her surroundings, trying to make her dorm room materialize around her, but it wasn't working. This was no dream. She glanced at the clock, which said that it was 7:30 in the morning. This was NOT good.

She turned to Jeremie and put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently. "Jeremie, wake up."

His eyes blinked a couple times before they actually opened. He stared at her with eyes half-open, still in a daze, and a small smile on his face, before he snapped out of it. "Aelita, w-what are you doing here?" he sat up quickly, and picked his glasses off the bed, rubbing his eyes.

"This is bad, this is really bad," she climbed over him and off the bed, and began searching the room for a rag or something.

"What? W-what?" he put his glasses back on and stumbled to his feet after her. "Why are you here?"

"Jeremie, I never left," she told him, finally getting her hands on some tissues, which she immediately pressed to her neck.

His eyes widened with surprise, and he glanced back to the bed, to the dried pool of blood, then to her, particularly at the blood up the side of her neck, and a bit on her right cheek. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't—" she stopped and toned down from a yell to a normal volume. "I don't know!"

"This looks bad, really bad," he started pacing the room anxiously.

She fished her compact out of her pocket and opened it. "Worse than you think," she turned it around, letting him see his reflection.

He took it from her, examining his blood-coated face. "You're right."

She held the tissue to her neck. "What would they think if anybody found out?"

"They CAN'T find out," Jeremie told her, handing back the compact.

"I couldn't even begin to imagine tomorrow's headline in the Kadic news," Aelita shivered.

He agreed. "It would be a disaster."

"Do you have a water bottle anywhere?"

"It's empty, why?"

"Well we can't leave your room looking like this!" she gestured to the blood.

"You can't leave regardless," Jeremie reminded.

She looked at him in distress. "So what do we do?"

He tried to think of something —anything— to do to get them out of this mess. "Umm... Ginger ale."

"What?!"

"I don't have water, but I bought a ginger ale yesterday from the vending machine, and I didn't open it yet."

"You want to use ginger ale to wash off blood?" Aelita was looking at him like he just grew a second head (although with his type you never know). "Will that even work?"

Jeremie threw his hands up in defeat. "I don't know! But what other choice have we got?"

She considered this for a minute. It was true, there wasn't much else they could do. She sighed, "Where do you keep it?"

Within a couple of minutes they had broken into the bottle of ginger ale, and though they argued, it was Aelita who got cleaned up first. The two of them, supplied with only a box of tissues, a fresh bottle of ginger ale, and a tiny mirror in Aelita's compact, some how managed to make each other look presentable.

"Lift up your chin, will ya?" Aelita asked, tissue in hand. "Gee, you really are a messy eater huh?"

"I'm sorry, I think I over did it last night, that's probably why you passed out," he apologized.

"How do you know I wasn't just sleepy?" she countered.

He was at a loss for what to say. "Well, I, er—"

"Stop talking, I can't clean properly," she lifted his head up by the jaw.

He didn't have much choice but to stop talking, which is what he did.

You see, at Kadic Academy, things were not always as they seem, and common student Jeremie Belpois was no exception. He had this certain condition— he was a vampire. And his classmate Aelita Stones caught onto this, a few seconds after being bitten herself. So after an, interesting, endeavor between the two of them, Aelita made the deciscion to allow him to drink her blood, once in a while, which is when he sunk his fangs into her, and they both soon passed out, which brings us to this morning.

A few minutes later, Jeremie was at the door, ready to go.

"So you know what to do?" Aelita double-checked.

He reviewed, "Scout the halls, make sure nobody's there, and get you back to your room."

She nodded and adjusted her signature scarf. "Let's go."

The door opened and Jeremie poked his head out, looking like he was about to cross a busy street. But in reality the street was the hall, and the crossing came later. "Clear."

He and Aelita hurried into the hall and made a beeline for the stairs. Once they made it there they could stop holding their breath, and while Aelita started heading up the stairs, Jeremie turned around to go to his room. Unfortunately, they were not destined to part ways just yet.

At that moment, a flustered Emily scrambled down the stairs in a hurry. She nearly ran into Aelita as she came down.

"Careful," Aelita said, steadying herself by clinging onto the bannister. "What's the rush?"

"Haven't you heard?!" She looked at Aelita with surprise.

"No, why? What happened?" If it was enough to get down-to-earth Emily in a panic, it ought to be big.

"Er, um," she stuttered, not sure how to explain it. "Come on! You have to see for yourself!" Emily grabbed Aelita by the wrist, and practically dragged her back down the stairs.

As they rounded the corner starting down the next flight of steps, Aelita hazarded a glance down the boys' hall hoping Jeremie was willing to see whatever it was too, and she noticed he was already right behind them.

The pair ran past the courtyard, with Jeremie in tow, and immediately focused their sights on the large circle of people near the school gate, on the street beside which was parked an ambulance.

Once they got there, Aelita pushed her way through the rowdy crowd to get a glance. "Whoa, what's going on?" All she saw was a girl with long dark hair being lifted into the ambulance, and the door closing quickly, as the medics tried to keep the press off their tails, namely Milly and Tamiya.

"Sir, please, just one more question," the adolescent reporter tried to coax the man in the white lab-coat to reveal a few more details, but he quickly refused, hopping into the car and telling his driver to get going. Soon the only thing that was left was a crowd of kids surrounding a cloud of smoke.

"Oh rats," Milly frowned at Tamiya.

"What was that all about?!" Aelita asked, noticing that Jeremie had appeared by her side.

"You didn't see?" Tamiya looked quizzically at them.

"No I just, uh, got out of bed," she explained.

"Oh. Well it seems Azra, you know, Azra Urgup, was bitten."

"Bitten!?" Aelita and Jeremie exclaimed in unison, then exchanged curious glances.

"Hey, do you smell ginger ale?" Tamiya smelled the air.

Milly sniffed and nodded. "Actually yea—"

"Bitten by what?" Aelita asked, steering the conversation back to the more pressing topic.

"You won't believe it! You just won't believe it!" Milly seemed really excited, like this might just be the biggest scoop of her life. "Azra was bitten by a vampire!"

A/N:

Yay! I'm really happy to have this up and running, cuz I'm usually not great at sequels, so I hope u guys enjoy it. This one plans to be probably more humor than the last one, and less, I don't know, seriousness. So yeah. Trouble is its harder to write jokes that it is to make them.