Wow, okay so I actually wrote this chapter in the span of just a few hours and honestly... I can't remember the last time I wrote this much in such a short amount of time, so I'm pretty pleased with that ^_^ Guess that's what happens when I get in a very real writing mood.

Anyway; on with chapter 4~

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A head filled with cotton and a body made of lead were the fist things Allen became aware of as awareness began to return. Everything felt heavy, even as he felt as though he were floating in a darkness he had never known before.

Though, perhaps floating wasn't the right word.

It almost felt as though the darkness has him wrapped in tendrils of its own making that were trying to drag him down, deeper and deeper deeper into it's hold.

It should have been frightening, some part of his mind vaguely reminded, but he found that it wasn't. There was something almost soothing about the blackness, and he almost wanted to let it drag him down.

Let him consume him and take him back into its hold and maybe relieve him of the lead flowing through his veins.

But there was something in that back of his mind.

An odd nagging, clawing thought that tried to drag its way to the surface... and the instant it did, he found his desire to sink back into the blackness being obliterated.

Mana!

Slowly Allen tried to fight the darkness, and after a moment's struggle he managed to open his eyes, an unwelcome tightness and sting making it more difficult than he would have hoped to open the left one.

A white ceiling greeted his silvery gaze, the snowy color darkened to gray by the dim light that filled the room.

He... he was alive?

How?

He was sure he was a goner as soon as that mane had cornered him so why was he...

Slowly, his limbs still feeling far heavier than what he thought should be possible, he pushed himself up, trying to ignore the pain and the feeling of nausea that made themselves known-a task far easier said than done.

"You're awake!"

The voice startled the young man, and he gave a small jolt of shock, head turning too fast in an attempt to see who had spoken. His vision spun and the urge to gag grew. causing him to bring a hand up to cover his mouth in an attempt to fight the urge down.

"Whoa, you okay little buddy?" the stranger inquired with a touch of concern in their voice, and Allen felt a steadying hand come to rest on his shoulder.

He nodded once, not trusting himself to speak, and he took a few slow, deep breaths through his nose. It was several long moments before the burn of acid in his throat subsided and he was confident enough in his ability to keep down whatever remained in his stomach to lower is hand.

"Careful there, buddy, you're in pretty rough shape. Don't need to be pushing yourself too much, so soon."

"Where..." Allen began, eyes finally moving to look at the stranger, and in an instant he felt fear flood through his veins.

The man that looked down at him was tall, with pale skin and flaming red hair, and the single green eye that Allen could see was all but sparkling with mirth and relief, a sight that, at any other time Allen may have been grateful for, if not a bit confused.

However, none of these were the things that sent Allen's heart racing in a panic, leaving him with the overwhelming urge to run, no.

The thing that made dread and fear course through his veins like an icy tide, were the stranger's teeth; the two sharper than normal canines that were all to visible with the other's lips pulled back in that cheerful grin, giving a whole new meaning to the otherwise friendly expression in Allen's eyes.

The other's expression shifted, confused concern showing on his face as he gave a slight tilt of his head as Allen's heart began to pick up it's pace, making him feel lightheaded.

No.

No, no, no!

This couldn't be happening!

Slowly he began to scoot away from the other, the look on the other's face only growing that much more confused. His eye darted away, looking beyond Allen for a swift moment before returning to him once more.

"Hey, careful buddy you'll fa-"

He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence, for even as he spoke, he reached out, a hand moving as though to grasp at the boy's shoulder once more and in that instant Allen snapped, fear surging to a knew height.

"Stay back!" He screeched, practically diving away from the red head, and not even caring as that threw him from the bed. He landed on the floor on his elbows and knees, and agony seared through his chest and the side of his throat where neck met shoulder, tearing a gasped cry from his throat.

He felt a wetness beginning to bloom against his skin, and even in his current state, it wasn't hard for him to tell he must have been bleeding again. A hand grasped at the side of his neck, and his head quickly snapped up as the door to the strange room was thrown open.

Allen's panic only grew as he took in the new arrival.

The man standing in the doorway was also fairly tall, though not as tall as the ginger, and his skin wasn't quite as pale. He wore no shirt, leaving his upper body and the defined muscle that rested beneath the expanse of skin on full display, and his long, dark hair hung loose around his shoulder. His eyes were startlingly dark, appearing almost black at first glance, and if looks could kill, Allen had no doubt that he would have been dead the moment those sharp eyes came to rest on him.

The dark haired male moved towards him, not pausing for a moment even as Allen scrambled back until his back his the wall. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest and hear the blood rushing through his ears, too fast and too loud to be normal. Once again Allen felt bile rise in his throat, and this time he couldn't fight it back. A small amount spilled from his mouth to the floor when the strange man finally stopped in front of him, expression not shifting in the slightest despite the smaller's actions.

"Tch, Dumbass," The man grumbled, and Allen hadn't thought his terror could grow any more before the dark haired knelt down and reached out, pulling him effortlessly from his place against the wall, despite his struggles. "You reopened your wounds."

He felt himself get scooped up from the floor and he froze in an instant, before the other deposited him on the bed.. His fear grew and he clenched his eyes shut tight, teeth gritting as his hand, followed by the bandage, were torn away from over his throat.

He scrambled back further, trembling as his back hit the headboard, leaving nowhere else for him to flee. The dark seated himself on the bed, and Allen knew the red head hadn't moved from his spot on the other side of the bed. "P-please," he pleaded through gritted teeth, "Please d-don't..."

"Yuu, c'mon, you're scaring him." The red head spoke, a note of what almost sounded like... concern? in his voice.

"Don't call me that," The dark haired huffed, sounding annoyed, and Allen slowly forced his eyes open to slits. The dark haired one was eyeing his throat, and Allen was amazed that his heart hadn't busted right through his ribs with the speed of its beat.

Now he was going to die. He was sure of it.

There was no way he could fight off two of them if he hadn't been able to fight off one. He just hoped these two would make it quick instead of dragging it out like the other one had

He could still feel a shadow if the burning agony in his veins, the searing pain on his chest where the cruel creature had drug its claws over the pale skin. He could almost hear the demon's laughter as it violently wretched its fangs from his neck only to lick the blood from his chest before returning to his throat and sinking his fangs in deeper than before, resulting in a scream of pure agony. He had prayed for the darkness that came with unconsciousness and death, but the demon had fought it back. Every time he came close to passing out, the demon had done something to cause him even more pain, pulling him back to the waking world no matter how hard he tried to stay away.

"Calm down!" The dark haired snapped suddenly, glaring at him through dark ebony tresses, and making Allen wince.

"There's no reason to be so mean, Kanda. That's not gonna help." the red head grumbled just loud enough for the boy to hear, earning a glare from the other-Kanda, Allen supposed.

Taking a deep breath, Allen managed to dredge up enough courage to speak one question. "Wh-what do you want with me?"

Confusion returned to the red-head's features, a furrow forming on his brow. "We don't want anythin' from ya, buddy."

"Y-you don't?"

"Nope," the red-head smiled again, the expression one Allen thought was meant to be one of reassurance. "We want to help, that's all. Kanda here," he nodded towards the surly dark haired, confirming Allen's previous assumption, "is the one who found you. He brought you back here and we patched you up. " He paused briefly before adding. "The name's Lavi by the way. What's yours?"

Despite the fear that came with the presence of the two, Allen found himself calming, if only slightly as Lavi talked, finding the friendly, conversational tone in his voice, extremely out of place if the other really did intend to harm him.

"It-it's... Allen..." He replied, eyes darting to Kanda for a moment, then back to Lavi once more.

"Well it's nice to meet you Allen." Lavi stated, his grin returning and Allen shuddered at the sight of those fangs before the other seemed to realize. His grin quickly dropped, becoming an apologetic smile as the other rubbed at the back of his neck and gave an unsteady laugh. "Sorry buddy... anyway, how're ya feeling?"

The second part was spoken more seriously than anything else the ginger had said thus far, and Allen was just slightly taken aback by the change. "Not... so great." He admitted, the lightheartedness from before returning more insistently than before, along with the nausea and Allen felt as though he might pass out right then and there if he didn't fight to keep hold on consciousness.

Lavi nodded, almost thoughtfully, before moving a little closer to the other, only to pause after a single step. "Sorry Al-may I...?" he indicated the spot beside Allen on the bed. Allen hesitated, only nodding when Kanda stood up and moved away from him.

His eyes darted back and forth between the pair; Lavi seated beside him examining his throat, and Kanda leaning against the wall off to the side. He didn't relax, even as his breathing started to become a touch more challenging and his head began to swim. His head began to loll, and Lavi said something that Allen didn't quite catch as his vision began to darken at the edges.

He felt himself being moved, being placed to lie back down, with his throat exposed.

The last thing he was aware of, was the press of something damp and cool against the fevered skin of his throat, and them consciousness slipped away once more.

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Kanda watched Lavi dab at the bleeding wound, cleaning it a second time before moving on to do the same to the cuts on his chest, before his gaze drifted back to the messy mop of white hair that rested atop the boy's head, taking the place of the brown.

It was a strange shift, and one that the raven found he was more than a little surprised by. Of course, shifts in a mortal's appearance weren't uncommon after they had consumed a vampire's blood, but this seemed a bit drastic.

"Should the effect of my blood be that visible?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as the ginger re-wrapped the smaller male's throat.

Lavi looked up at Kanda, before shifting his gaze back to the boy's newly colored hair. He let a shrug roll off his shoulders, arms coming up to rest behind his head once more as he eyes the smaller male. "I wouldn't have thought so before, but I guess it's at least possible. You're only a second gen though, so your blood's a lot more potent than most made vampires. That's probably why it had this effect."

Kanda gave a nod, remaining silent for a few moments as Lavi went to lean back against the wall, before speaking once more. "You should go and get some rest now."

"Nah, it's fine." Lavi replied, flashing him a grin. "I've got a lot more energy than you do, Yuu."

Kanda rolled dark eyes, giving an annoyed click of his tongue before speaking once more. "I didn't ask if you had energy, idiot, I was saying you should rest-which energy or not you should, nimrod."

"Aww, worried about me. Kanda?" The other teased, his voice taking on a singsong tone, that had Kanda's brow twitching.

"You wish. Now just go get some rest, idiot. You know where my room is, just don't make a mess."

Lavi gave a soft laugh before moving towards the door. "Alright, alright. Thanks Yuu. See ya later. I don't think our little friend'll be waking up for a while now, but if he does, try not to scare him as much, 'Kay? Or better yet, just come get me if he does."

Kanda gave a scoff to let the other know he'd heard him.

Lavi gave another soft laugh, before exciting the room, leaving Kanda alone with the unconscious whitette and his own thoughts.

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There you have it~ I'm not quite sure when the next update will be, but honestly, I think I'm gonna try and make it a point to update at least once a month if I can manage from now on.

I feel really bad about always making people wait so long for updates, especially thinking about how often I used to update and post new things so I think I want to at least try to get back to updating regularly-and hopefully with the Anime and Manga back in the works, my motivation will be up there like it used to be.

Anyway though, it's almost 3:30 in the morning for me, so now it's off to bed~

Thank you very much for reading. It really means a lot to me, and is you can spare the time to leave a review it'd make me a very happy girl ^_^