This is the second chap for let the right one in!

No one's POV

Night in Lewes was quite calm for everyone and everything was peaceful, well, almost everyone. Inside the old used-to-be abandoned house lived the strange "rich" boy and his old guardian, and for them, things for them was calm, for now.

The boy sat quietly in the corner looking out the window of the dark winter. Clearly, he was thinking about the girl next door, since it was written all over his face, but unlike most teenagers who just met new people, he was completely silent doing nothing except maybe scratching lightly at the window.

The Guardian for the boy nervously looked over at him and was clearly not pleased about the boy thinking about someone else. The reasons for that is probably not understandable for most of you out there, since the emotion mashed together are a mixture of sadness, worry, anger, loneliness, fear, and also just a hint of happiness.

But the last emotion was most likely hiding in the deepest part of his heart.

"Aleksander?" called out the man while fumbling with the strange contraption he was putting into a black case.

"Charles" Alek replied slowly not taking his eyes off from his position.

"Um, 'm justing going to go for a while to get your…food. I'll be back in a while." Charles said and picked up the black case heading towards the door.

Alek didn't say anything back, but continued to look out the window.

Charles sighed, knowing that he won't win the silent battle he grabbed his hat and continued onto his way. "Oh and um Alek?" he asked one last time, "Please do not go out tonight. That is all I ask of you." The boy again didn't reply back but he seemed to perk up of the favour and seeing that Alek would listen to him, he smiled silently and proceeded out.

Somewhere in a park.

Charles POV

'Sigh, catching 'game' today isn't so simple as it is in Budapest is it?' I thought to myself sitting on a lonesome park bench.

I really better catch one or Alek won't be really happy, and seeing him upset is like seeing your own death. Well, worse is coming to worse, so I guess playing the lonely old man will help.

I settled down and hung my head down d=trying to look like I was asleep. It must have looked retarded slepping in such cold weather, but looking retarded is better than returning home with nothing. I hope someone comes quick, I swear this weather is going to catch the death of me without Alek's help, and I don't really care if it is a child or woman as long as I leave this weather quickly.

Just my luck, a young man jogged by in just a jacked and sweat pants and believe me, I have no idea how in the can he even stand this weather. He jogged pats me without even lifting a glance (Rude, I know right?) and when the chance came, I took out the mouthpiece of the contraption and shoved it into his mouth. It was clearly covered in sleeping drug and that is why of course he quickly fell into unconsciousness.

Mein Gott he was heavy to drag, no wonder he is jogging. Tying both his ankles and after effortly tugging him up a tree, I place an empty milk carton under him and proceeded to slit his throat. Deep enough to kill and tp let a fair amount of blood to seep out. As I continued, something fell from his breast pocket and loudly clanged against a rock. I picked it up and it was his seemingly expensive metal pen and attached to it was an ID card. Inside, he said he is or now, was the secretary for the ambassador that came couple days ago.

Not that I cared, if it was blood, than anyone will do. Almost finished with my work peacefully, it was soon interrupted with the sound of barking. It seems that the noise has attracted it and un-luckily, the owner followed as well.

"Petunia! Come back here! Petunia!" cried the owner, judging by her voice, she is female.

"Crap…" I muttered. Without thinking, I quickly shoved te contraption for the blood into the black case. The dog, barked louder and was trying to grab onto the sleeves of my coat which hindered my escape.

"Let go you damn dog!" I hissed and roughly pulled my arm away and ran. I wouldn't stop until I reach the bus stop. Hearing the scream that came from the owner's mouth, she clearly must have found the corpse, or food.

Strange, I feel like I'm missing something. I looked down at the case, and to my horror, the container that held the blood wasn't there. "Shit, I must have left it back there with the corpse, damn Alek is going to have a fit…" I swore under my breath.

Grudgingly, I went home and waited for the one hell of a tantrum he will throw.

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No one's POV

Glass shattered against the wall as the boy threw a tantrum. The man, just silently watched with a slightest hint of fear in his eyes.

"Where! Where the hell is it Charles!" He screamed and threw another kitchenware against the wall and as far as time and gravity makes sense, it shattered quite loudly against the wall.

"Alek, I'm truly sorry. Someone was coming and I really needed to get away ." Charles replied silently and trying to scoot away.

He growled loudly. Eyes flashing un-humanly red, he shoved Charles against the wall and lifted him up with his collar. Seeing the great size difference between the man and boy, it would have seemed impossible, but if you say the boy is hardly human, then that may be quite possible.

"Do you not understand I need the blood? Do you want me to shrivel up and die?' Alek barked and gripped the shirt tighter.

"I'I'm truly sorry your highness! P-please forgive me! I won't fail next time!" choked out Charles as his air supply is being cut off.

Slowly, he lost the murderous gleam in his eyes and dropped the poor man. Charles, grabbed his chest, coughing and trying to get oxygen back into his system, only straing silently up at alek, still heaving.

The boy, with inhuman speed, went to the window and jumped out only to land perfectly on his feet even if it was the third floor. Without stopping, he ran off.

Charles lifted himself up and looked at the spot where Alek landed, knowing deep in his heart, there is probably going to be one more victim in this night.

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Somewhere in Lewes

No one's POV

'I really can't believe it." sighed a man around in his thirties. "When I said yes to visit Caroline, she never mentioned that the parking would be so difficult!"

What the man said of course is true. Parking in that area was as difficult as parking in downtown and since his sister lived in a town house area, he had to leave his comfort of his cozy car and walk through the bitter weather.

He blew into his hands and rubbed them together to try to warm up, which sadly only worked a bit. ' Mein Gott, if I knew the weather would be this cold, I would have wore my fur coat instead of the leather one. Losers weepers I guess.' He thought bitterly and continued to trudge along his way.

The bridge her sister mentioned finally came into view and was going cross over until he heard someone sobbing underneath the bridge.

Out of curiosity and a bit of fear, he turned around and slowly made his way to the bottom of the bridge. Dearly hoping and praying to god that it isn't some ghost or spirit (he is actually quite superstitious) he went closer and closer until the figure came into view.

Thank the lord it was actually a person and the closer he went, it looked like it was a boy around 15 burying his face into the crooks of his arms while curled into a ball.

"Hello?" he called out. "Um, are you okay lad?" The boy just sat there and continued to sob quietly burying his face deeper in.

The man looked at him and realized one of his feet was bent towards an odd angle and it seemed like it was broken. "Are you hurt?" the man asked again hoping for at least an answer this time.

The boy nodded slowly and whimpered a bit as he was in pain. The man, although was cold and not in a very good mood couldn't leave a child out in this weather with an injury and no coat or hat as well!

"Well, my car isn't far from here, so why don't I take you to the hospital?" he asked gently trying not to frighten the poor lad. The boy this time let out a light whimper "okay" and relaxed his tense shoulders a bit.

"Here, can you lift your foot a bit and I'll carry you back to my car if you can't walk." The man said and to his surprise, the boy actually relaxed and let him carry him in bridal style. The boy for his age was surprisingly light and had a very slim figure which nears him to a feminine frame than a male frame. The boy lifted his face and looked at the man, taken back; the man can't believe how beautiful the child was. Hi face was really pale like he hasn't seen sunlight for a long time and there were a few tear stains probably from the sobbing.

The man turned all flustered for some reason and although he wasn't gay or he convincingly wasn't a bit pedophile, he can't help to blush when he saw the boy's face.

Without thinking he blurted out, "Um what's your name?" the boy looked at him curiously which made him blush even more. "No! I d-don't mean it that way! I just meant it so you know, so I could give the receptionist your name when we get to the hospital!" The boy nodded which made it seem that he understood and that calmed him down a bit and he quietly answered, "My name is Alek…" Alek, the man thought, isn't that a German name? "You mean, as in Aleksander?" he asked slowly and the boy nodded reluctantly.

"Um, just so you know, my name is Alfonso Marie Fitzroy, and you know, it's a German name like yours.." Suddenly hearing his name, the boy perked up like he knew that name. This is probably correct, because he is the ambassador of Austria-Hungary's secretary and from what he heard, his family lineage served the emperor even back during WW1 during Archduke Franz Ferdinand assassination and the assassination attempt of his son. He himself didn't really believe this, although almost 90% of his family did.

For the first time, Alek smiled (creepily) and suddenly threw his arms around Alfonso's neck. Alfonso himself turned beet red and felt all warm for a sudden moment even though it was -15 outside.

"W-what are you doing?" he stuttered out feeling a bit un-comfortable but didn't a bit try to squirm out of the hold.

"So you are part of the Fitzroy family that served the cursed man who tortured my family?" the boy replied in a seducing silky voice.

"Y-yes! What do you mean by torture?"

Alek just went on ignoring the flustered man, "You know, it's a shame, you are so nice and good hearted but you smell so good, and you are one of my targets. I am also very hungry right now so I guess this is what you call hitting two birds with one stone."

Now, Alfonso was just plain confused and also fear began to grow in his throat. Before he can even ask, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. The pain was agonizing and intense enough to make him go unconscious. He flung Alek off into a snow bank out of fear and tried to run away but with no avail, Alek shoved him into the ground and bit down harder.

Alfonso thrashed around in pain and fear but the iron grip held on by Alek gave him no such luck to escape. He could feel himself getting drained and soon enough, he had no strength to even move a finger.

Alek removed himself off Alfonso and looked down at him. Although it felt like he was biting his neck off, surprisingly, there was hardly any blood on his crisp white shirt. Alfonso looked around wearily, almost out of breath, and saw his own crimson blood splatter across the pure white snow. With his last ounce of strength he looked back up at Alek who glared down at him with now piercing red eyes.

"Crimson red really suits you, you know that" Alek just replied casually even if he did murder him in cold blood.

"Why…Why-what are you…" Alfonso managed to choke out with his lungs lacking air.

Alek chuckled, and not those friendly and cute chuckles you often hear from people, this one was a dark chuckle filled with hatred, anger, sadness that could even make a grown man afraid.

"You still haven't figured out? I given you so much clues didn't I? The hatred for your emperor. The one who tormented our family . The murderous intent for your family and specific others. And lastly, the cold-blooded murder of you." Alek bent down and smiled.

Alfonso, looked up with a confused look on his face still not figuring it out, but piecing it together slowly.

"Normally, I'm not suppose to tell anyone but since you are on your death bed, I guess I'll tell you."

He took a deep breath and the smile was wiped off his face and replaced with a sneer. "I'll be the one to kill your bastard of an emperor, my great-uncle, and I'll be the one to take the throne as the new emperor."

"Now as your new emperor , I command you under the von Hapsburg name to die…"

And with that, Alfonso blacked out.

"…Last night, Ambassador's secretary, Alfonso Marie Fitzroy was murdered along with his sister and family who was later found in their own kitchen. Victims showed that that they took some beating and completely drained of blood. The body of Alfonso Marie Fitzroy is right now reported missingand due to our suspect here, Mr Aberland states that Mr Fitzroy was murdered by a child of 14-15 and he somehow drained the blood of him'

We cannot state if that s true or not with no evidence but it seems that he concludes that there is a vampire in the neighbourhood of Lewes. If you find any evidence call our number xxx-xxx-xxxx

Thank you and good night…"

So how was it? Sorry if Alek is a bit evil In this but I suppose he has the right to act this way since Franz Joseph really tormented his family and put them through hell.

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