Author's Note: The explanation is short and sweet but I'm not complaining, please comments and reviews always wanted! Please read this and make my day happylike I like happylike! OH and tomorrow's my birthday so if there isn't a chapter it's because I couldn't get one out because my brain hurt from doing all kinds of wickedlike stuffs for my birthday! LOL. Read on ladies and gents!

My eyes hurt when they opened. I wasn't in the warmth of arms anymore, more like I was laying in comfort, the comfort of a bed? "Ow, Ow, why the hell do my eyes hurt?" I said groggily. "And further more where the hell am I, and why am I not dead?"

"Oh Hakuba-san, you're awake!" a man who looked older and wore glasses walked into the room with a glass of something red. "Your eyes will adjust, it's just one of the changes you go through when the change occurs, don't worry about it. Surely, Shinichi told you?"

"Um, change into what?" I asked the man who looked almost exactly like Shinichi…you know glasses aside.

"You were too far gone, I understand now. The reason you're here is because you gave Shinichi the consent to change you into a vampire." The man said.

My mind was reeling, a vampire, what the hell is going on here? I'm dead, I'm dead and this is just Hell trying to make my day into something worse than it should be. Oh god, what the hell is wrong with me. I kept feeling for a heartbeat, a pulse, anything. "I'm hungry." I practically whimpered. The smell, the wonderful enticing smell, "Please tell me that's not what I think it is.." I said pointing to the glass hoping I was wrong, even though it smelled so damn good.

"We get it from hospitals mostly, when they have spare to actually give away. Most of the time we just go, we just go…"

"Now's not the time to stutter father, he's not completely convinced the way we have to survive. Mind you, I'm not entirely convinced by it either, I'm a detective, sworn to almost a hundred years of justice, moving around because of the fact that if I'm found out, someone will most likely kill me." Shinichi said entering the room.

My eyes still hurt, straining against what little light there was in the room, I think that was more for my benefit than for anyone else's. I took the glass of blood from the man, and I tried not to chug it to the best of my ability, but the coppery taste in my mouth was probably one of the best I've tasted, does that make me a bad person?

"Hey, slow down, last thing we need is to run out before we had the chance to get any." Shinichi said with a grin on his face.

"If you're his father….does that mean you changed him?" I asked the man softly, before putting the glass on the table next to me, which weirdly had a coaster on it, I learned from a very young age that coasters made it so that water stains wouldn't stain the table.. Mind you I don't think there would be any water stains on the table, but frankly I was raised to follow proper etiquette.

"Yes, and it wasn't something that I wanted to do either. Come to think of it, I'm not much older than him, I have the same problem. My son, he's always been reckless."

"Father!"

"You have been, and when we were in Spain, you just had to go chasing down culprits and getting shot in the process didn't you?"

"I wasn't shot, I was stabbed, slight difference."

"Still recklessness, it runs in the family. I lost my wife to disease, before I was changed so there was nothing I could do. But Shinichi was my pride and joy, it seemed that he was good at finding little things, making observations that nobody else would see. He may look young but he was in university when he was killed, he was solving little cases on the way back from school. He found a culprit, someone who was a serial killer, liked stabbing his victims, most of them were women, but in the end he stabbed a man, Shinichi figured it out."

"And I was essentially killed, stabbed in the stomach, it would have been far worse if the old man wasn't around. I kind of stared at him the way you stared at me last night, with a look that pretty much answered my own question "Is this what it feels like to die?" when you asked me that last night, I had a moment of déjà vu. I didn't know what to do but to bring you back here." He said sitting on the bed.

"You are aware that now you like us are going to have to move around on an almost constant basis, you can't stay in a place for more than ten years, people notice things. Which means you have to leave London immediately." The elder Kudo said. "You and my son are going to have to go somewhere that's safe for the time being, I don't care where but you can't stay here.

If I could cry at that moment, I would have, something was falling from my eyes though, I wiped my face to see that the tears I thought I was crying water wasn't water at all, but it was blood, Jesus Mary FUCKING Margaret, I'm crying blood.

"I know this is hard Saguru, but we have to go or else something's going to happen, you have to be on the run, have to go missing. You'll have to be presumed dead, which technically you are, but if you don't want to be killed again, you need to go."

It was at that moment I was pulled into the arms of Shinichi in a hug. "It's hard, it's harder than you can possibly imagine, we've been doing this for a hundred years, and dad for not much more. We should just hurry and leave…."

"But, what about my things? What are we going to do for money?"

"We'll just have to get you new things, because you aren't allowed into your house anymore, you haven't been invited."

So some of the vampire stuff is true then, no entry to houses, even if they did belong to you, blood obviously, there are things I still want to ask, but they can wait until later, when I don't feel so horrible for what I've gotten myself into.