Blood Stains on the Bedsheets

Author's notes: I AM TOTALLY PUMPED ABOUT THIS STORY! DO YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT NOW! CHAPTER 8 IS BEING WRITTEN UNDER YOUR LITTLE NOSES! YESH THAT'S HOW PUMPED I AM! -FISTPUMP- I DO NOT OWN DRRR! SO ENJOY THE VAMPIRE IZAYA-NESS!

Chapter 3: Explanations

Izaya didn't know why he nonchalantly told Kida, his secret but he shrugged it off, he bit Kida so he won't remember half the stuff that just happened…which was good…somewhat, he did feel a small connection to the boy. He wandered the streets with Kida gently wrapped in a blanket, fully clothed in Izaya's old clothes. He shifted his gaze, the sun was almost up. He laid Kida where he found him. He touched his cheek softly before kissing his forehead and then blurring away.

Kida's eyes fluttered open when the sunlight hit his face. Memories were blurred but something that stood out the most was those red eyes. He rubbed his forehead in pain; he couldn't get rid of those hypnotic eyes. "KIDA!" Kida jerked his head up to see his friends Mikado and Anri. He stood up to greet them, smiling.

"Whoa Kida, where did you get those clothes?" Mikado said pointing. Kida looked down with a bewildered look, where had he gotten those? He shrugged.

"Trashcan, I guess…"

"Well lead us to that trashcan!" Anri giggled. Kida scratched his head with a shy smirk.

"I kinda forgot, ya know, trashcans all look alike…"

"OH, no fair man!" Mikado pouted causing the others to laugh.

"IZAYA! YOU SICK BASTARD!" The three teens looked over and saw a blond man with a bar tender outfit pointed to a man with a fur-trimmed jacket. Newly named Izaya laughed.

"I know, Shizuo, I know, blah, blah, blah~" The teens ran to the fuming blonde named Shizuo.

"Sir, what's going on?" Mikado asked.

"This sick bastard!"

"Already established that!" Izaya laughed, Shizuo took a drag of his cigarette shooting daggers at the black-haired man.

"Killed his 23rd wife!" Izaya smirked as he walked over to Kida then put an arm around him.

"Guilty as charged! And she was a really pretty one too~" Kida struggled under the supposed murderer.

I'm a vampire.

Kida's eyes widened as a memory fluttered back Izaya on top of him with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"Hey, let go of him!" Mikado's yell snapped him into reality. Izaya pulled away a frown marring his features. Kida felt like the world fell to his shoulders after Izaya pulled away, he felt like he wanted…no, needed to hold him no matter what anyone said. Kida ran to Anri and Mikado who stepped in front of him defensively. Kida looked straight into the accused murderer's eyes; they were a bit soft tainted with some pain. He wanted to go back to hug him or even kiss him and say 'I'm sorry' though he had no idea what he was sorry for.

"Well, time for me to depart~" Izaya said, chuckling. Kida watched as he turned around.

"No! You're going to confess your crime to the court!" Shizuo yelled. Izaya looked over his shoulder; a malicious grin passed his lips.

"I'm sorry but there are other sinners in this town, that have yet been bringing into justice, Shizuo, and I'm sure they did worse things than I have~ Oh, and Kida enjoy those clothes, you never know when you'll have new ones." Izaya then saluted mockingly to Shizuo before walking away and Shizuo yelled more curses at the disappearing man. Mikado and Anri looked at Kida, questionably.

"YOU GOT CLOTHES FROM HIM?" Mikado yelled, gently shaking Kida.

"Did he hurt you in anyway?" Anri asked, holding Kida's cheeks and turning his head this way and that. Shizuo spotted a small Band-Aid (a cheap one at that) on the side of his neck. He walked to Kida and ripped it causing Kida to yelp in pain. He sneered, two bite marks and by the looks of it, Izaya's.

"He marked you."

"WHAT?" Mikado and Anri yelled in surprise before staring at the two marks embedding their friend's neck.

"What does that mean, sir?" Kida said a bit bewildered. Shizuo sighed and pointed to the marks on his neck.

"Izaya marks his 'victims'," Shizuo explained. "Starting out with a simple love confession then kills them once they submit either by having sex or getting married, but he usually takes the married road to get more people killed. He never once got caught."

"Ohmigod, KIDA, WHAT THE FUCK!" Mikado yelled. Kida's head throbbed immensely from all the yelling and he rubbed his forehead gently.

"I DIDN'T KNOW!"

"Well kid, if you need a bodyguard, I'm here." Shizuo said blowing a puff of smoke. Kida touched the marks without notice, feeling the two bumps.

"Not necessary, sir, but thanks. I'll just go talk to him."

"Be careful," Anri said putting a hand on his shoulder, Kida smiled and touched it briefly before walking away. Shizuo sighed.

"He's screwed."

Chapter 4: Is he the one?

Kida was surprised that he found his way to Izaya's house easily and quickly. He knocked on the door gently and the door swung open to see a woman with a yellow motorcycle helmet on. "Um…er…Is Izaya home?" The woman said nothing but nodded slowly. "Can I see him?" The woman pulled out a PDA and typed quickly before handing it to Kida.

[Are you Masaomi Kida?]

"H-How?" The woman took the PDA back and typed more before showing it to the astonished teen.

[Izaya was just talking about you…]

Kida tilted his head. "What's your name?" The woman typed before showing it once more.

[Celty, I help Orihara-sama with errands…]

"O-Oh, um~ could I come in and talk to him?" Celty typed and showed the PDA.

[Yes, but mind your footing, this is an old house…]

Kida nodded as he walked in minding his footing as asked by the mysterious woman. Celty closed the door and followed silently. Kida looked into a room, it looked like an office; a big desk with poor lighting and a huge couch to one side of the room; a small laptop was placed on the desk along with some paper and pens. Celty tapped his shoulder and pointed down the hall. "Is he there?" Celty nodded before opening the door. Izaya sat on the couch watching a movie, and Kida concluded because of the people dying in it, it was either a thriller or horror movie.

"Celty, can you be a dear and pop in some pizza rolls in the microwave? I'm starving!" Izaya whined his red gaze never leaving the flat screen. Celty nodded before leaving she put a comforting hand on Kida's shoulder. Kida gulped as he shifted uncomfortably before opening his mouth. "Welcome Masaomi," Izaya interrupted. Kida closed his mouth with a soft click.

"H-How?"

"Marks and I kinda heard you in the hallway," Izaya stated. "I'm thinking that big-mouthed Heiwajima explained those marks that you have." Kida nodded slowly and Izaya sighed before standing up and walking to Kida. "Sorry you had to learn like that." Izaya smirked as Kida tensed. Kida scowled that smirk trapped him pulled him in, he immediately hated that smirk.

"Why the fuck made you want to mark me? I'm a guy and you're a guy! WHAT THE FUCK! I'M NOT EVEN GAY!" Izaya hummed, that smirk still playing on his lips.

"And so? I can make you~ Easy as one, two, three, and A, B, C~" Kida glared.

"You will never make me love you!" Kida stated. Izaya ran his fingers through Kida's hair, leaning dangerously close. Foreheads touching, Izaya's breathe fanning Kida's mouth causing Kida to blush heavily.

"Whatever," Izaya breathed, Kida wanted to struggle to push him away and call him an asshole while running away but he stayed there pathetically. Kida looked up into those hypnotizing red eyes then closed his eyes. Izaya's lips brushed against his in a feather light kiss. Kida's heart raced and he didn't know what to do when Izaya pulled away then walked into the kitchen. He was stunned, stuck between two choices, either walking in there and shoving his foot up Izaya's ass or walking away. He decided Izaya would like it through the ass so with an angry expression on his face, he left the house with an angry and shocked expression.

Izaya smirked as he heard the front door slam. He plucked a pizza roll from the plate served onto the table and popped on into his mouth. Celty showed him her PDA.

[Is he the one?]

Izaya tapped his lips, and a cocky grin rose to his lips. "Yeah, he's the one."