A/N: Would've already posted a chapter if I didn't get distracted DX thanks for bearing with me!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Vocaloids, none of them… sadly.

What did the Vampire say to the Eggplant-

Chapter 2

Luka felt as if she was walking on air. Her body felt lighter, her skin more flawless, her hair more volume. Feeding on humans was a horrible thing, true enough, but she had to admit she felt pretty damn good.

"What happened out there?" Big Al asked, cornering her as soon as she returned to the mansion.

"Not a thing," She said coolly with a lazy smile as she strolled right by him.

Al watched her hips sway for a moment before following her up the stairs to her bed chamber. "I smell human on you." He growled, pinning her against the wall. "And I'm sure the others do too." He buried his face into the tuft of her hair and inhaled, the strange human's sweet blood coated every inch of her. "We're not supposed to feed on humans." He said, his voice in a warning tone.

"But Al," Luka tried. It was like him to completely overreact to things, even when it was completely unnecessary. "It was amazing, and a hell of a lot better than rabbits and deer."

"It's the rules, feeding on rabbits and deer will keep us safe."

"Yeah? How safe will we be if Piko finds out we've been eating his pets? He'll blow this place clean off the map. And besides, I didn't do any harm… I didn't kill him."

Al's face grew paler, "You didn't? This human could turn, Luka! Or worse, tell others that he was fed on by a vampire. We could have to move." He said.

"I'm sorry Al, I wasn't thinking." Luka said, hanging her head.

"No, you obviously wasn't. How stupid could you be? You're not a fledgling anymore, you know the rules. If Creator finds out, he could have you killed. "This was far from the post dinner conversation she had in mind, and the idea of their Creator chopping off her head didn't exactly lighten the mood either.

"I will fix this," The Pinkette promised. "If he isn't dead by tomorrow night… I will kill him."

Al sighed, combing a hand through his thick brunette hair as his golden eyes softened just a little. "That's my girl," He said. "Now go clean yourself up, I don't want to smell that human's blood on you for a moment longer."

Luka had the stealth of a cat in the night; nothing saw her coming, as she glided through the thickness of the night. The air was cool and warm as she approached the little wooden hut,. She eased back up the staircase but was surprised, to say the least, to find the room empty. Luka growled furiously under her breath, if this guy had actually survived (and went and told the entire town he was attacked by a vampire), pissed would be an understatement as to how Luka would feel. But instead she heard a pain filled whimper coming from an nearby closet. She nearly ripped the door off its hinges as she opened it, but stopped short at what was before her. The man from last night laid curled up into a ball on the floor. His body felt as hot as the sun, his bangs clung to his forehead by a thin sheen of sweat. He had his arms wrapped tightly around his trembling body, a sliver crucifix hung loosely around his neck. Luka suddenly had pity for this man, for she and every other vampire knew the pain of having a vampire's venom coursing through their veins. The feeling of being set on fire because everything inside was just that hot, of being in so much pain the only thing that seems comforting is the sweet relief of death. The feeling of everything inside dying and changing. Luka kneeled down beside him, her hand hesitant before gently touching his shoulder. He jerked away from her, rolling onto his other side.

"Stay… away… from me." The man said softly.

"I'm… here to help you." Said Luka.

"How? You… you… you did this to me." He didn't know how lucky he was to still have his maker at his side, let alone in the same town as him. Luka woke up half dead in the woods, naked and drenched in her own blood, miles away from her home. He should be grateful, praising her that she was allowing him to live. When Luka could easily snap his neck and end his misery and hers.

"I did," She said. She had half the heart to apologize, the other half wanting to just get up and leave. "But it'll all be over once you're dead."

"I'm… going to die?" If any normal person would've heard the amount of fear in his voice, how terrified he truly was at the fact that he wasn't ready to die just yet; it would've shaken them down to the very core.

"You're dying now as we speak," Said Luka. "It will be over soon. Most humans don't survive after they're bitten, the fever alone is a slow death sentence… but you're a strong little one."

"Kill me… please." He begged, he body almost convulsing.

"I can't…' She sighed. "But I will stay with you until the transformation is complete." It was the least she could do. Luka sat against the door frame, a few feet of space separating them. A long amount of time passed, the night slowly moving along, before the man spoke again.

"Why… why did you… do this to me?" He asked.

"Long story short, it wasn't planned. I just smelt something wonderful and had to have it, never mind the cost of getting it. Sorry if it sounds selfish, it's in my… our nature."

The man lifted heavy blue eyes to look at her, they were duller, nearly lifeless, but his face was still ever the handsome. He couldn't see her face under the hooded cloak she wore, but he could fee her eyes boring into his dying soul.

"I at least deserve to see the face of the person who killed me," He said, harshly. If had the energy to spit, he most likely would've spat all over her face. Luka dropped her hood, pink hair falling to her waist as she turned to look at him.

"Behold the face of your killer." She said. Her icy blue eyes were just as cold as her porcelain skin, but despite her less than caring personality towards him she was quite beautiful.

The man scoffed before being ridden with a fit of shivers and painful wails, he squirmed and cried, clawing at his damp skin as he prayed to god to take it all away and calm the storm. Eventually he grew still, silent, his hands gripping the cross around his neck. He had died fairly quickly, the pain being too much until his heart finally gave out. The house fell into another era of silence, the minutes slowly ticking by as Luka found herself drawn to his features. His chiseled bone structure, the long purple hair so graciously falling down his back, even in death he was still an angel.

"I truly am sorry," She whispered, tucking his hair behind his ear. "I wouldn't wish this fate on anyone."

Suddenly, within the stillness of the night (and startling the hell out of her, although she wouldn't admit that), the lifeless man beside her gasped, filling his newly dead lungs with air. His eyes, the clearest of blues, shot open, virgin fangs protruding over his pale lips.

"I'm alive," He coughed.

"Yes, and just in time. It's almost sunrise, we have to go." Luka quickly got to her feet.

"Go? Go where? I'm not going anywhere with you." The man said, swaying as he stood. He was far more taller than Luka could've expected, and she was nowhere near short.

"Back to the mansion and yes you are. This isn't up for debate, let's go." She said, turning swiftly on her heels.

"I said I'm not going!" He said firmly.

"And why the hell not?" She snapped.

"This is my home!"

"Not anymore it's not."

"What about my garden? My parents' things? My job? I have a life here!"

Luka turned to face him, her own blue eyes narrowed in a glare. "Look, I don't give a damn about that. All I know is that if we don't get the hell out of here before the sun raises we both won't be nothing more than piles of dust. Not get the molasses out your ass and let's go!" She all but yelled.