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Laurett peeked into the hallway. No one there. She looked behind herself, no one there either. She, then, let out a slow breath of air she had been holding.

It wasn't that roaming around her unit headquarters, which was within the academy, wasn't allowed. It was, but she didn't want anyone to see her. Mirian and Shallow trapped themselves inside their rooms, not wanting to talk to anyone but themselves. After what happened last night, she wasn't sure even she wanted to talk to them and anyone for that matter. Mainly because there was a blue and growing bruise on her cheek.

"Brilliant. Ugly enough WITHOUT the bruise..." she had said to herself, sarcastically, some hours ago.

Silently cursing Andre and vowing for revenge, she slowly tiptoed into the hallway on her way to the lab. Lab..? She was headed for the kitchen, not the lab. "Where the hell am I going?" Slowly she turned around and started on the right way to the kitchen but when she rounded the corner - "SHIT!"

Andre immediately turned to where she was. But Laurett was already running in the direction of the lab once again. He squinted into the dark, "I could've sworn.."

Running through the hallway, Laurett suddenly became sad and scared. All she was wearing was a long shirt and a pair of really short shorts plus Andre was in the same hallway as her and who knows what he could do. "Why the hell is he up so late at night? Why'd have to be in that way? I'M HUNGRY!!!" Laurett was too busy sulking at the prospect of her lost food, to realized that she was about to run into...

(Insert BIG crash sound effect.. )

Laurett ran into something hard, and was now lying on her back, spralled across the cold floor. Eyes closed, with a pounding head, she lay there. There was only one person who it could be. The freaky and violent ex-boyfriend of hers is going to start yelling... Any time now...

"What the hell is your head made out of?"

It wasn't Andre... She opened her eyes, and found another young man slightly crouched over, massaging his chest. A young man with the long red cloak. He was back.

In an instant, Laurett was on her feet. This was her chance... and before he could do anything, she pulled off his hood.

And for a while she couldn't move, completely shocked by the colour of his soft light brown hair, and beautiful glass-like green eyes. He was just staring back at her with those green eyes, unable to break their contact.

"Oh my God. He's beautiful..." and that's all that went through her head.

Hands still holding on to the edges of his hood, and arms slightly rested on his broad shoulders. It almost appeared to be like a loose embrace, and with their faces so close, anyone would've thought they were going to kiss. She was still taking in her shock when he said simply, after forming a thin, mischevious grin, "Hi Laurett."

At that, she retracted quickly, blushing slightly. She never knew this hooded person who bothered her all this time was so... "sexy..." she silently cursed her inner voices for giving her such a perfect adjective to describe him.

He then bowed slightly, and approached her cautiously. She had backed herself against the wall, and had not much of a choice when he took her hand.

"I believe we haven't been introduced properly..." He smiled at her, and kissed her hand.

When his lips touched the surface of her hand, Laurett shivered. "He's not human..." It had felt different, felt like his fangs were going to suddenly appear and slowly devour her. She felt his hunger almost immediately...he wanted her. And it sure as hell wasn't lust. He looked up to her face, lips not leaving her hand. Eyes that had just captured her a few second ago, now had hunger filled them. Hungry eyes that trailed from her face to her neck, and she once again felt the desire of his fangs to sink into her flesh. His desire or hers... it had become blurry. Did he want to bite her, gradually drain out all the blood, and take it into himself? Or did she, herself, want him to do it? Did she want his fangs to gently immerse themselves in her neck? Did she want him to suck all source of life from her?

Laurett suddenly became very scared. What's going on? She followed his eyes, after lingering on her neck for a while, they trailed down. Lower and lower until they reached her chest. They grew intense and she realized that they had turned red. Red that looked like blood glistening behind the protective layer. He was watching her heart beat. A gentle motion from the muscle that pumped blood althroughout her body.

Blood.

Rich, warm blood.

Blood that belonged to him.

Laurett shook her head and closed her eyes.

"Stop it. Don't transfer your urges onto me..."

And only after he released his grip on her hand, did she open them again.

"Smart, aren't you?" He back away then, "Sorry.. I'm Vye."

"Vye.." she repeated his name. "Well Vye, you already know my name.."

"Why are you here?"

He looked almost hurt, "Is that all you care about? And here we could've had a very nice time.."

She shivered, but from disgust. "I don't want to know what you have in mind as a good time... If lusting after my blood is what you find amusing, I'd rather not know what else you'd want to do." she paused, then, "Don't ever try anything like that on me again..."

Vye immediately made a fish like face, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. "Oh... it was all me? Don't make me laugh, you wanted it too."

"No, I didn't.. I don't want anything to do with you.."

Laurett turned to look into the dimly lit hallway. Andre was in that direction, but if time came, she would rather meet him than deal with his person... who knew exactly what she wanted.

"Don't deny your wishes, Laurett. Blood, sex..." Vye had her cornered against the wall again. He leaned in so his mouth was just inches from her ear, just so when he talked, she could feel every word escaping his lips."You keep putting them off, and you'll always be hungry. You'll never be satisfied."

She suddenly turned on him, skeptically, "Yeah, I wanna eat something sweat. Maybe a slice of bread, or if I'm lucky cake. Then if there's tea, I'll get a cup to go along with it. How'd you know?"

-----silence-----

Vye sighed, " You know, you just killed the mood." and admitting defeat, he rested his head on her shoulder.

"Yeah.. I'm known for it."

"I was supposed to get you hooked up on our vampire urges to have blood and take you away. Maybe then, let our minds feed on the lust, and we could somehow end up naked together in bed... Unfortunately I think I'll have to put that idea in hold for a while."

Laurett fought the urge to roll her eyes, "Thanks Vye, is it? Always nice to realize a guy, I hardly know, wants to screw me."

"You're so mean. I've been watching over you for a year now..." He started to hold her by the waist. A gentle grip but firm and unwilling to let go.

". . . Stalker. . ."

He let her go, and stared at her, "Meany."

"Stalker."

"Rude."

"Better than a stalker..."

". . .I'm not a stalker..."

"Yeah..following a person around for a year, even after that person told you to get lost.."

He didn't even answer her, and just stared at her through blank eyes, "Fine.. since you obviously don't want me around." Then he turned to walk away, when

"LAURETT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? AND WHO IS THAT WITH YOU? WHO THE F DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

She rolled her eyes and didn't care who saw her. Vye had turned right around to face Andre, who was storming towards them.

"Oh my gosh.. He's ugly. Laurett!? How could you?"

Laurett burst out laughing. She laughed and laughed. Andre had stopped right in his tracks and stared at Vye, though was more helplessly confused than raging mad as he was a second ago. Andre wasn't able to say a single word to that. Andre was not that ugly but as he compared himself to Vye and Laurett, he felt very ugly indeed, and was, in relation to the two.

Vye just shook his head, sighing, "Oh Dear. Oh Dear. Laurett..." he turned to her, "I don't understand. There are so much better looking men, even for humans. Why, oh why, have you settled for such...mediocore standards?"

Vye walked up to Andre, with a very sarcastic smirk on his face, and stood about a foot away from him. Andre realized that he was at least 3 inches taller and was very attractive. Very, very attractive.

From behind, Laurett could see the panic and joy in Andre's eyes. She smiled. Vye slowly held Andre by the chin and turned his head from side to side as if checking on his facial features. The closer Vye inched, the more emotion did those eyes sustain.

"Vye, he's homophobic.."

Vye instantly dropped Andre's chin, and turned to look at Laurett. "Awww.. Is he now? I thought he rather liked me."

Andre looked disgusted, it appeared that being hit on by another guy was as nauseating a thought as cochcoraoches in one's underwear... (not pretty...)

But he couldn't help being flustered. Andre admitted, those green eyes were so beautiful...

"I'm just playing...But it's not fun. He's so ugly, it's rather revolting."

Vye was walking toward Laurett, when Andre finally came back from his trance.

"HEY! Why do you keep calling me ugly? Who are you? You're not permitted to be in here!"

"Shall we make our way out?" Vye asked gallantly, offering his arm to Laurett.

"You know Andre is getting impatient for your attention..." she said, but she took his arm anyway.

They both looked back at Andre, who seemed to be screaming in several languages, most of which were completely incomprehendable.

"Oh ugly, homophobic person... I'll be taking Miss Laurett out for a walk. You wouldn't mind, would you?" Vye smiled as he said that, waiting patiently for his answer. Laurett turned to watch. Andre had stopped screaming and was staring at the both of them, not registering what was just said to him. After a moment of silence, he answered them, "No. No you may not."

He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Vye then Laurett, and then Vye again. Smiling manicly, he said, "No, Laurett. You are not going anywhere. You are never going to go anywhere. This is the end. For the both of you.." Then slowly, he approached them. "I've hated you for the longest time, Laurett. I've been itching to kill you.. Itching to just destroy you. And I don't care about Vye, or whatever his name is. He's a disgusting bisexual and he'll die for that too."

Laurett looked up at Vye, wondering mildly what they were going to do next. To her surprise, he looked almost bored. And when he realized that she was looking at him, he smiled and patted her head softly. And that was when she realized, when he smiled, his teeth showed...

"You're a vampire..." she said.

Andre stopped, eyes wide and he paled instantly.

Vye, fangs showing slightly as he smiled, bend down and pressed his forehead against hers, "Well, aren't you smart?"

Laurett smiled, it felt nice holding on to Vye's arm, foreheads touching. She closed her eyes, and took a small step closer. With the hand he used to pat her head, he pushed her from her lower back so she was pressed against his chest and with their faces so close, they could just...

"HEY! DON'T START MAKING OUT IN FRONT OF ME!!"

Andre was all but forgotten and his yell shocked them.

"Let's go…" Vye suggested..

"Yeah.."

And with a little trick, they were gone. Leaving poor Andre to himself..

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