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Anyway, on to Chapter 3: Crimson Exchange!

A feeling of cold dread washed through the boy as he comprehended that Dark was gone. He was all alone.

But the most horrible thing of all was when Daisuke felt breath on the back of his neck and realized that he was not.

"Remember me?"

Daisuke froze as the honey-sweet, deep voice washed over him. He did remember... He turned to see the man who, only a few nights prior, had nearly killed him.

"W-where's D-dark?" Daisuke internally cursed himself for showing his fear.

The man chuckled. "He was such an annoyance..." He leaned in close to Daisuke, stunning Daisuke with his breath. "I got rid of him."

Daisuke's face was one of shock as he back-peddled away from the man who was smiling wickedly.

"H-how?"

"I have my ways." He approached Daisuke again. "But that really isn't important right now."

He reached up and stroked Daisuke's hair ever so gently. Daisuke began to shake.

"What's important right now," he breathed into the trembling adolescent's ear, "Is you."

He threaded his fingers through Daisuke's hair once again, this time taking a handful roughly. He wrapped his other arm around Daisuke's waist as he tilted the boy's head back slowly, exposing his pale slender throat and enjoying the way Daisuke whimpered in fear. The boy struggled uselessly against the man's strong hold.

"I believe that you may have the wrong impression of me." Once again, the man's breath tickled Daisuke's ear, making him shiver. "What do you think I want from you? This?" He pressed his lips to Daisuke's throat and then pulled away to see the impressive shade of red that the boy's face had turned.

He chuckled again. "Don't get your hopes up. After all, we just met." He batted his eyelashes coyly at Daisuke.

He chuckled for a third time that night as Daisuke's face turned even more red. The man enjoyed teasing the red-head.

"Besides..." the man said lowering his mouth back down to the exposed throat. "I was planning on something more like this."

The man's lips parted to expose long, fearsome fangs. He hungerly licked across the transparent skin that was hiding those precious veins. His teeth grazed the flesh above a particularly juicey spot before piercing deep into the boy's throat.

Daisuke gasped as the fangs sank into his flesh. There was a slight sting at first, but soon as sense of numbness and then pleasure washed through him. He must have venom... like a leech. His eyelids drooped as he released himself to the sweet delight hat was now filling his body. It was the wonderful feeling of sharing your life with another individual. As his blood supply was sucked away, his heart pumped harder in an attempt to refill those now empty veins. However, too much blood was disappearing too fast, and he felt his strength fading. His body shuddered, and his legs collapsed. The vampire (as Daisuke was now sure he was) pulled away slowly, flushed with Daisuke's blood now coursing through his own system. He was easily supporting the boy's limp frame.

"The blood of an innocent... Simply delicious." He stated with an appreciative sigh. He shook the dreamy look off his face and returned his attention to Daisuke. "Now it's your turn."

Daisuke had no idea what the vampire meant. Even as he raised one of his razor sharp nails to the flesh above his own collar bone, the fog clouding Daisuke's mind allowed him no insight into what was possibly going on at the moment. The vampire slowly slid the nail across his skin leaving an oozing red trail in its wake.

Daisuke felt his head being lifted to the cut.

"What..." but he found that using his voice was very difficult.

"Aren't you thirsy, little one?"

Daisuke was too confused by the question to regester the new nickname he had been given.

"Here." The vampire said bringing the cut closer to the dying boy's lips. "Drink."

Although Daisuke could not understand what was going on, there was a certain amount of power in that voice that made him feel compelled to do what it told him.

So he opened his mouth and let the crimson liquid fall in.