Short, sweet, & simple: I suck at updating. I never have and never will update on a regular basis. But I am working on it! A lot. Really. I am.

Summary: Syaoran's a vampyre, an ancient vampyre. The Council of old and crazy vampyres want him to help them out, but he's not interested. Let's watch him order dinner!

Warning: Blood, peeping toms, and kidnapping. Whee! Oh, and it's un-betaed. Eek!

Rated: M. For Mature, not Munchkin.

Disclaimer: CCS does not belong to me.

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Humanizing A Vampyre

Chapter Two

Ordering A Meal

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Syaoran stalked out of the Headquarters rather moodily. His jaws were clamped together and his fists were clenched. Dark brown eyes swirled venomously with unreadable emotions. He looked moody, very moody. He felt moody. No, he felt pissed. That stupid Eriol had made him go over every single take at least a hundred times from a hundred different angles. It had taken days to finish. And just what had been his excuse, er, reason, to do so? So that when he edited the tapes, he'd have something "beautiful" that used all the aspects of angles, lighting, and facial expressions that he'd caught to their fullest potentials?

Syaoran snorted. What a load of bullcrap. Eriol was too much of a goody-goody. Especially since he was a vampyre; even after a couple hundred years one would think that Eriol would lose his human instincts.

He wrapped his cloak tighter around himself. Eriol was a baka. A no good, dirty baka, that's what he was. Syaoran's lips twitched as a certain scene replayed in his mind. Eriol had wanted him to change his clothes. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing; Syaoran didn't mind wearing different clothes just as long as they were his style: black, proper, and elegant. Which was everything Eriol's choices in clothing hadn't been.

The night was young, Syaoran realized as he checked his digital watch (ah, the wonders of the modern world) and realized that it was only nine o'clock in the evening. It was unusually dark for that time of day, but winter was fast approaching. He smiled. Winter was a nice season, but also very cruel.

In the winter, vampyres continue to fee on the homeless which are located within their designated feeding locations.

The words he had spoken fro the instructional video echoed in his head as he trekked down dark alleyways, his dark boots echoing loudly in the silence.

However, a vampyre's metabolism in winter heightens greatly. The amount of Sylish required to survive becomes great, much greater than what our food supply is creating. In winter, the human body creates a lesser amount of Sylish than in the summer. That is why we feed less in the summer and more in the winter.

One common way that this problem was dealt with before the 1800's (or rather, before I started to influence the Council) was to migrate to warmer areas of the world; for those located in North America, the area now known as South America was a wonderful place to migrate to.

Unfortunately, before the 1800's, vampyres were careless and continually drained their victims dry. Because of this, the Vampyre Council of Elders (a.k.a the Council) created a law to restrict the migration of vampyres in winter. Vampyres were allowed to migrate, but hundreds of forms had to be filed out before they were allowed out of each area that had a form of government. This included countries, state, provinces, territories, cities, and even villages.

These measures greatly minimized the amount of migrating vampyres. In recent years, the laws have been relaxed somewhat, but the number of migrating vampyres is still very low.

In order to satisfy the vampyres, each vampyre was allotted a Designated Feeding Area (DFA), from which they could pick and choose from the area's homeless and prostitutes. The diseases of your past do not affect you anymore; if you had STD's, you lost them once you were changed and you are unable to attain them ever again. If you had cancer, you don't anymore. If you had a cold, you've lost it. Finally, we've found the cure and are unable to make any money out of it.

But, there are laws protecting the homeless and prostitutes and the Council is proposing to give the homeless and prostitutes full rights as humans. In order for all this to happen, several decades ago, the Council began their greatest program ever: the H2VF Program which is short for the Human To Vampyre Feeding Program.

Several buildings house the H2VF workers. Several DFA's can be found in one H2VF Centre; the DEA's are separated by floor. People throughout the city you live in are scouted out to become regular victims. The plausible victims' personal information is given to H2VF for processing. After a year of studying, plausible victims are either put on the feeding roll or forgotten.

When a vampyre enters an H2VF Centre (maps will be handed out at the end of the session so you can locate the Centre nearest you) a worker inputs his or her name and brings up a list of potential victims. The list is given to the vampyre and must be taken to another H2VF worker. This worker will give you an envelope in which is a profile of your victim to be and the keys and security passwords into their homes.

Don't worry, each victim is a sound sleeper; when we feed on them, they don't wake up.

However, do not even think about taking advantage of the victims. The Council's scouts place video cameras inside the victim's homes and rooms. All videos are carefully monitored after forty-eight hours time by trained professionals. Vampyres who violate the Code of Conduct Regarding Victims will be severely punished.

Syaoran stopped in front of an old factory. To any normal mortal, it would have looked like an abandoned, ugly factory and they would walk away and forget about the building. Oh, the powers of vampyres magick.

He opened the door and walked into the lobby. He headed for the elevator and was slightly perturbed when he got off and saw Meiling traipsing about the floor with a few newbie vampyres hanging all over her.

"Meiling," he said, waving lazily. Sure, he didn't like her, but that didn't mean he was going to let her work her feminine wiles on a bunch of unsuspecting vampyres. The things he did for the good of the world. "Leave the newbie brats alone."

"Oh, Syaoran, favourite cousin of mine, why don't you come here and give me a hug?" she asked, batting her long eyelashes at him. Charm dripped off her like water from a waterfall. She was laying it on extra thick and the vampyres around her were just licking it up.

"It's been over three hundred years, Meiling. Either get a few new tricks or realize that I'm immune. Besides, you're my cousin," he stated, walking away briskly, hoping that she would follow him.

She did.

"Oh, but Syao, that's what makes it so much more exciting. Besides, that which tied us before our afterlives doesn't matter anymore."

"If my father were to show, would you want to fuck him?"

"Ew, Syao!" She sputtered. "That's sick!"

"Yeah, well, I'm guessing that's how you feel about doing him is how I feel about doing you."

"Oh, whatever Syao, you want me! I know it."

"Right, I want you the way I want that pimply faced newbie that was fawning over you. He's so handsome with his buggy eyes and overly large glasses."

"Syao, you know as well as I do that when the change does its thing, it changes the way vampyres look for the better. Who knows, maybe when pimple-face finishes the change, he might be better looking than you."

Syaoran snorted. "I hope he is; maybe you'll leave me alone then."

"You're impossible!" she shouted, her mouth snarling into a grotesque line as her fangs began to lengthen and curl over her lips.

"Really, Meiling," he said, while stepping into line behind a tall rake of a vampyre. "You're scaring pimple-face. Oh, look, there he goes," he stated as the vampyre they were talking about scurried away after a glance at Meiling's face.

"You did that on purpose," she snarled at him, her face contorting as she fought to bring back the smooth pale skin of her twenties. She smiled and put her hand on his chest, leaning in. "You were jealous."

"Actually, I was just tired of seeing you take advantage of the young ones," he answered, delicately taking her hand off his chest. "Really, I don't want to have sex with you. I haven't in the past three hundred years, why on earth would I want to now?"

"You've been in denial. Don't worry Syao, when you realize how much you love me, you'll come to me, I know you will," she said, her ruby red lips pouting.

"Vampyres don't love."

"Yes, we do, Syaoran. I think it's just you that doesn't." She walked away then, her hips undulating in a way Syaoran had never seen another female pull off. "I'll be waiting at your house tonight!"

"Keep out of my room," he growled after her.

"Sir?" asked the H2VF worker behind the desk. "You're holding up the line."

Syaoran realized that he was indeed, holding up the line. "Sorry," he said, stepping closer to the relatively attractive female located behind the desk. Meiling was right about the change making a vampyre lose their not so pretty aspects. Fat dissolved within days of the change and pimples and blemishes were erased to show perfect skin. Broken teeth healed and new ones popped up where the old had been torn out. Hair became soft and full. But the basic facial features were kept as they had been as a human. Pimple-face would never be a looker. Ever.

"Name?" she asked.

"Li Syaoran," he answered, anxious for his meal ticket. He hadn't fed in several days thanks to Eriol and his stupid need to have everything perfect.

"Here's your list," she said as she handed him a small card full of holes.

"Thank you," he answered before stalking off into another line. This line moved more quickly than the last one and before he knew it, he found himself presenting his card to the bespectacled vampyre ahead of him.

Instead of being located behind a large circular desk as the other H2VF workers were, the vampyres who worked with the deciphering of the cards were located behind cubicles of wood and slotted Plexiglas which were lines against the wall and opened into no one knew what. Well, the workers did, but they weren't allowed to tell. The cubicles were roomy and didn't open in the front; there was a door at the back which opened and shut a lot as the workers went back and forth to get envelopes. The Plexiglas had a slot where you could speak to the worker, a slot where you handed in your card, and a slot where the worker handed you your envelope.

The workers behind the cubicles were always aged vampyres, though one wouldn't know it from looking at them. The young male (who couldn't have been older than eight in human years) took the card from him and looked at it for a moment before quietly saying, "Please hold," and disappearing behind another door.

The worker came back and was fiddling with his glasses as he shut the door. The glasses were for show; no vampyre needed glasses. At least, not until the Aging came, but the Aging was something Syaoran didn't want to think about. One of the Council members was suffering from it now, and the vampyre's hair was turning from white-blond to just white. He was also developing a cataract in his left eye.

"Mr. Li," spoke the vampyre in an ominously quiet voice. "You are holding up the line."

Syaoran's lips twitched. "Sorry, Douglas," he said, reading the vampyre's nametag. "I seem to be out of it today. Funny name you have; you're not from Japan, are you?"

"Neither are you."

"How old are you, Douglas?"

"Four hundred and seventy-three winters. I came from England three hundred and twelve summers ago."

"Oh. Well, nice to meet you."

"The pleasure was all mine," intoned the older vampyre. "If you will take your envelope and kindly step aside?"

"Sure," said Syaoran, slightly miffed at his own actions. He'd never asked anyone else their age before. Or where they came from. He grabbed his envelope and loped towards the elevator, eager to get to the reading floor.

Once at the reading floor, he secured a cubicle between a green-eyed female and a dark-haired male. He sat down and opened his envelope, pulling out the information sheet and leaving the key inside the envelope.

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Name: Kinomoto Sakura

Sex: Female

Age: 19

Address: Kagome Apartments, 1290 East 17th Street, Apartment No. 27; Two bedrooms

Partners: None

Friends:

Best: Daidouji Tomoyo; Female; occasionally sleeps over, only on weekends

Others: Unknown; do not visit apartment

Relatives: Brother, Kinomoto Touya; Age: 25; never sleeps over

Roommates: None

Sleep Information:

Type: Heavy Sleeper

Sleeps: Between 12:00 am and 1:00 am

Awakens: Between 6:00 am and 7:00 am on weekdays, 12:00 pm and 1:00 pm on weekends.

Medications: Often takes sleeping pills

Please remember the Vampyre Code of Conduct. Have a safe and happy meal.

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Syaoran smiled at the information in front of him before placing it back into the envelope. She seemed to be an easy target. He loved victims who took sleeping pills; it made the whole ordeal so much more pleasant, with no chance of over-draining. Not that he had ever over-drained anyone. He was an expert drainer; he had written the book on it.

Literally. (The Council hadn't left him alone for months until he finally agreed to their wishes.)

Syaoran left the building whistling. Tonight was going to be an easy night. It was a beautiful night out, with the stars and the moons glittering pathetically in an attempt to outshine the city lights. The stars were losing.

It was a wonderful night…

For everything to go wrong, one little step at a time.

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