Oh, wow. Family issues have taken my time of the dear internet.

I highly doubt my parents would pay D 20 million dollars to rescue me from a vampire... actually I wouldn't want them to if that vampire is Meier Link.

Disclaimer still stands from Chapter 1.

A few days later, something absolutely stupendously amazing happened.

D actually attended Lunch.

For once, mainly because he knew that Meier was lurking in the library for him. D wasn't stupid, he knew why Meier wanted him but he also knows that he deathly afraid of the albino vampire. Is Meier albino, anyway? How can a vampire be albino… was he born albino or changed by an albino vampire or was he born an albino vampire? D wondered to himself as he sat between Leila and Kyle. Kyle frowned at him, he was trying to "work his magic" on Leila, who wasn't paying any attention until D sat down.

"Hi, D," Leila smiled. "Hey, Leila," D grinned back. Leila was D's only friend that was a girl probably because she acts so much like a boy. Kyle huffed and got up to go into the line with Benge.

"So, why aren't you hiding the library today?" Leila asked.

D coughed. He really needs to stop doing that. "Um, I decided to eat with you guys…"

Leila nodded. "That's good. No offense but you look kind of pale… anything bothering you?"

D snorted. "How can I get paler then I am already am?"

Leila shrugged. "You just don't look so good." She stopped the conversation to open up her lunch bag and then she shrieked.

"What? What is it?" D cried; he practically jumped 10 feet in the air.

"MY SANDWICH, SOMEONE TOOK MY SANDWICH!" Leila yelled and turned around to glare at a certain baraboi. Caroline was eating something, by the window, which looked suspiciously like Leila's expertly-made sandwich. Noticing that everyone was turning to stare at her, Caroline lazily opened one eye to look at Leila. "CAROLINE, THAT'S MY SANDWICH." Leila yelled as she stomped over from her table to Caroline, who was still chewing. D watched the scene from a safe distance, slightly smiling at Leila's and Caroline's facial expressions. Leila's face was contorted with rage and Caroline's face was her normal sleepy facial expression. The whole lunch room was silent for awhile until Caroline stopped chewing and opened her mouth to speak. "I didn't see your name on it, Leila." She drawled. Leila sighed loudly and turned around. She then turned around and jumped on Caroline, hitting her across her face, and yelling: "IF I CAN'T HAVE THAT SANDWICH THEN NO ONE CAN!"

"Meeoooowww, cat fight!" Benge exclaimed while Kyle and Mashira rolled their eyes. They just got out of line and their trays were filled with food. When they sat down, D grabbed random things off each of their trays and without further ado, began to eat. "Hey, you could've just went into the line with us?" Mashira scowled but D shook his head. "…can't spend money…" he gasped between mouthfuls. Benge raised an eyebrow. "D, you are practically rich, what are you saving for?" D shook his head again and took a long sip out of Kyle's Sprite bottle. "Hey, that's mine!" Kyle whined as he reached out to take his soda back from D. D looked up at Kyle and then passed him. His eyes got wide and he spitted out the soda all over Kyle, Mashira, and Benge. "MAN, What the hell do you think you are doing?" Benge cried angrily while he tried to wipe himself off. "Hey, D, where are you going?" Mashira called after D, who was running out of the lunch room. Kyle gulped down the rest of his soda and sighed. "Next time I get something to drink; I'm not going to put it in D's reach." Benge grumbled something incoherent as he returned to his pizza slice. Mashira and Kyle went back into digging into their food when a voice stopped them in their tracks.

"Hello, have you seen D?" Meier Link asked, standing in front of them, his eyes questioning. Benge, Kyle, and Mashira stared at him for a few moments until he blinked and backed away. "I guess not," he muttered as he disappeared in the crowd. Mashira continued to eat while Kyle leaned over to whisper to Benge.

"I wonder what was that about?"

"Maybe Meier knows that D has a crush on him."

"Hey, man, D is not gay. He made that clear to me a few days ago."

"Oooo, how?"

Kyle rubbed his ears. "I'm trying to forget it."

…………………

This is pathetic; I'm a vampire hunter for Pete's sake. I should be able to beat him to a pulp. D interrogated himself as he hid in one of the boy's bathroom stall. For some reason, D was afraid of Meier."It's his eyes; they're too creepy!" D whimpered softly as he sat down on the toilet. As soon as he saw Meier behind Kyle and looking around for HIM, he knew he had to get out of there.

I'm such a wimp. D sighed to himself as he sat down on one of the toilets. All of the sudden, the boy's bathroom door swung open and D jumped. He heard footsteps coming into the room and then stopping in front of one of the sinks. D peered between the crack that was made by the hinged door and the bathroom stall and he gasped. Meier was there, washing his hands, and then he was combing his hair. D covered his mouth with his hands while he was thinking how Meier could comb his hair when he doesn't have any reflection.

Suddenly, D remembered how in those horror flicks or in those crazy mass murderers' movies that the victims jump on the toilets so the bad guy couldn't see their feet. D slowly stepped up on the toilet seat and stood up; unfortunately, he is so tall that his hat was practically scrapping the ceiling. Meier didn't seem to notice the commotion behind him. He turned towards to door before he stopped. "Ah, I shouldn't have drunk all that blood before lunch." He murmured and turned towards a bathroom stall.

D stared in horror as Meier went to the bathroom stall that he was hiding in!

Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! This is the last time that I take advice from horror movies. D furiously thought to himself as Meier stopped in front of his bathroom stall, muttering to himself. D's mind was racing. He had no idea what he was going to do! He couldn't jump over the top of the stalls and he can't slide under them. Meier was starting to push the door open when something unthinkable happened.

D slipped.

D slipped off the toilet seat and his feet landed right into the toilet bowl. To make matters worse, Meier had opened the door and he was looking at D with no emotion on his face. D decided that explaining himself would be useless; his pants were soaking wet and his face was a bright color red which contrasting with his wide blue eyes.

A few minutes went by with no sounds or movements until Meier looked down, closed the bathroom door, and walked out of the bathroom. D sighed and pulled himself out of the toilet. He was at the door of the bathroom when he, just then, he heard hard footsteps. That sound sounded familiar… VERY familiar… It sounded like a set of ruby red pumps…

"Oh shi-!" D cried when the boy's bathroom door swung open and looking down at him was Ms. Carmilla.

"Well, well, WELL." Ms. Carmilla snarled, glaring at D. "Skipping class are we?"

"No-no, ma'am, please," D begged. "I just went to go to the bathroom."

"CLASS STARTED 10 MINUTES AGO!" Carmilla yelled while D cowered. "DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN GO TO THE BATHROOM DURING LUNCH?

"Ma'am, I was eating at lunch." D said.

"According to my sources, you left the lunch room and headed to the bathroom and stayed there for more the 20 minutes!"

"Wha-? How do you know that?!"

Carmilla smirked. "As being the Assistant Principal to the J. Waka Laka High School, I know everything about the delinquents. Now, come with me to the principal office!" With that she grabbed D's upper arm and dragged him out of the bathroom and down the hall. In five minutes they were inside the principal's office; Ms. Carmilla walked over and whispered something into Principal Elbourne's ear. "Hmmmm," he murmured, nodding his head slowly. "Mr. D, May I ask what you were doing?"

"I was going to the bathroom! That is all I was doing! Is that bad?" D cried out in frustration.

"My boy, you do not have to be disrespectful," he peered at D over his glasses' frame. "Why are your pants wet?"

"Um… er… I fell."

"Be specific, where did you fall?"

"I… fell… into a sink puddle."

"Excuse me?"

"A puddle… made by a leaky sink… I think that you need to fix it… before someone else slips."

"My boy, J. Waka Laka high school is known in the universe for its orderly excretion facilities. I think that what you are saying is false."

"AH HA!" Ms. Carmilla cried, pointing a nicely manicured finger at D's horror-stricken face. "There is ONE way that we HANDLE LIARS!"

"No, please, no," D said, his voice becoming more and more desperate.

Principal Elbourne looked sadly at D. "I'm sorry, Mr. D; we are going to have to call your father."