Hey erebodeh, it's Hoodie time! Once again I own nothing except Victor and this storyline. Now I would like to ask a question, could somebody please answer in the reviews what is hiatus (did I even spell that right?) Also, updates are going to come a lot slower because I now have to write then upload when before I was uploading what I had already written. please R&R. Stay classy my friends. Oh and one more thing who do you think I should in the event that it should happen with our lovely bachelor Victor?

Hoodie's POV

Victor, Jeff, and BEN entered the dining room. BEN's face looked like a tomato. Jeff was smiling widely making his carved smile practically reach to his ears. Victor wore one of Jeff's white hoodies and seemed to be in a better mood than earlier. Both BEN and Jeff took their seats leaving Victor with no clue where to go. Splendorman used one of his tendrils to place a chair next to Hoodie, eventually, Victor sat silently.

His chocolate eyes scanned the faces around him. Hoodie watched in mild fascination. He looked as if he were accepting the crowd. Then, to Hoodie's surprise, the vampire turned to him.

"I'm sorry about throwing you into the tree earlier. I wasn't really my, um, myself."

Hoodie nodded. "U-understandable."

The conversation was dropped when Slenderman entered the room with the food. Each person had a meal made specifically for them. Hoodie dug into a delicious piece of cheesecake as did Masky. Jeff, a wonderful t-boned steak, EJ a kidney sandwich with extra "ketchup" BEN murdered some pizza, and LJ pretty much swallowed a bowl of jelly beans whole. Ticci-Toby grinned maniacally when a stack of golden waffles landed in front of him, and Sally had lasagna. Slenderman stood beside Victor,

"I wasn't sure what you would eat, child. So I made you tomato soup."

Hoodie got the feeling that there wasn't actually any tomato in the soup placed before the vampire. His suspicions were proved when Victor tested the soup and sighed with pleasure.

"Thank you." He croaked to the tall, faceless man.

Hoodie watched as Victor greedily drank spoonful after spoonful of the soup. He seemed content with his meal, so Hoodie continued with his own piece of cheesecake.

Slenderman then sat at the end of the table. "So, children," he began, catching everyone's attention.

"Given our recent temporary addition to our house hold," Everyone looked to Victor who shifted uncomfortably. "Some sleeping arrangements are to be made. Which of you is willing to take Victor as a roommate?"

No one made a move to volunteer. Eventually Jeff slowly raised his hand much to everyone's surprise. Whoa, Jeff never volunteers to take someone in. He usually just kills them. Hoodie thought. The rest of the meal passed in silence. When everyone finished they all looked expectantly at Victor. Hoodie felt bad for him, poor guy wasn't used to that kind of pressure.

It was time for the questions to begin. "I'm sure all of you would like to ask our guest a few questions, but please do not overwhelm him. Would you mind, child?"

Victor shook his head. He scanned the room waiting for a question to be asked. Hoodie didn't want to be too sudden with his curiosity. "U-um, I, uh, I-I-I was ju-just wondering, um, wh-where are y-you from?" Holy shit that was difficult. Hoodie didn't think he had ever stuttered that hard.

"Well, that's a little bit difficult to answer. I was born in Abbottsville which would later become Denver, in about, let's see, around 1894 I think."

In the background Jeff let out a long "Dayum."

"I had a temporary residence in a coffin for about, eh, ninety something years. During that time I was locked in a coma. Not fun. And I kind of don't really have a true home I visit my uncle's manor in Denver but that's about it." He shrugged with the final sentence.

Hoodie blinked at him is disbelief. He did the math in his head; Victor was roughly 121 years old! Making him the second oldest person in the mansion. Challenged only by Slenderman himself. He didn't look a day over nineteen!

"And I'm sure you're wondering. As a vampire I age one year for about every one hundred years. I was eighteen when I was turned."

The table gave out a unified nod of understanding. Jeff shifted and leaned forward. "I may be coming on to strong, but it's been bugging me ever since you said it. Why did you hesitate when you referred to your kind?"

Victor seemed to be taken aback by the question. "Wow, you are quite the observant. Well, uh. The vampiric world is divided into three large clans. Alpha, Apex, and the Draculus. At the moment, the Alpha clan reigns supreme, being the largest clan. The Draculus the second largest and Apex the smallest by far"

"How many are in it?" Sally asked as she clutched her bear.

"Well, at the moment. One. I am the last Apex in the world."

Hoodie felt a pang in his heart as Victor ended with a sigh, covering his face with his hands. He reached over and pat him on the back reassuringly, feeling the boy tense underneath him then slowly relax. "Any more questions?" He asked his voice muffled by his hands.

Sally piped up. "What's it like to be a vampire mister?"

Victor sat up and gave Sally a small smile. "It's really hard honestly. Pretty much every other vampire in the world is trying to murder me."

Hoodie couldn't stop the question from spilling out, "But, why?"

Victor turned to him, "I am a threat to everything. I'm one of the most powerful Vampires in existence."

"How so?" E.J. asked tilting his head as he spoke. Smiley had been right; the two were very similar to each other in their mannerisms.

"Well, a Vampire is created by transferring part of the demon which inhabits the body to a new host. Well when my creator was made, more of that demon escaped giving him more of the animal instincts. After the transfer, it kind of created a new vampire class. The clan flourished for years, and then they began dying out. I had been a vampire for about six days when they drugged me and put me into a coma."

"Why?" BEN interrupted.

"To preserve the clan, I was out for ninety years, by that time whatever had been killing the others was gone and I could begin to rejuvenate the clan. But I'm not old enough to turn people."

"Man, I mean, we all have some pretty messed up back stories, but I think you win the prize."

They all nodded in agreement. Eventually, Slenderman decided that enough questions had been asked. "Alright children, I believe that's enough for tonight."

With that, everyone began to slowly drift out of the dining room. Hoodie tugged at Victor's sleeve getting his attention. "C-could you t-teach me m-more about the v-vampire w-world?" He asked.

Victor nodded, but Hoodie could see the exhaustion in his chocolate brown eyes. After all, being unconscious isn't the same as being asleep. Hoodie was about to say he could come back later after he got some rest but Victor spoke. "Mind if we talk outside, I don't like being inside all the time."

"S-sure." They went out and sat down on the stairs.

Crickets chirped loudly, while the moon shone full overhead. The scent of pine trees hung heavy in the air.

"So, anything specific you want to know?"

Hoodie thought, there was a lot of things he wanted to know. Finally he settled on a starter question. "H-how old do y-you have to be to t-turn s-someo-one?"

Victor leaned back against the steps. "I don't really know. Like I said earlier I was put into a coma six days after I was turned. I also said that to um save my ass, I guess. I never really tried turning anyone I don't really understand how it works."

Hoodie nodded, he could understand where Victor was coming from.

"So, is your name actually Hoodie?" Victor drawled out. He almost seemed drunk, but knowing from experience it was just sleep deprivation.

"N-no, it's actually, U-um… Brian."

"Brian, huh, I honestly never would have guessed that."

They exchanged questions for about twenty minutes, Victor's insanely large yawn finally hinted at the time. "Holy, Zalgo! I-it's like o-one in the mo-morning, y-you sh-should get some sl-sleep!" He hauled Victor by his arm.

"Could, you uh Heeeelllpppp me find my room," His speech was interrupted by another yawn. "I don't really know my way around."

"O-of course, b-but you aren't s-sleeping in th-that." He motioned to Victor's mud stained jeans and loaned sweatshirt.

Victor looked down at himself obviously having forgotten his current appearance. "Oh, yeah, I guess you're right."

"Y-you can borrow some o-of m-my clothes, I-I'm sure S-sir will l-let M-Masky and I-I take y-you out for some n-new clothes tomorrow." He dragged Victor into the house before Victor could even ask who Masky was.