Chapter Four: Sugar, We're Going Down

I really do like him don't I, Cali asked himself at the same time as watching the TV. Why do I like him? Why? I don't really like guys. I don't. Who am I kidding? Of course I do. I don't know why, but I do. And the worst part is Sasha would never love me back.

He sprawled his legs onto the couch. He didn't know before how much he liked Sasha. Too much, maybe? He didn't know. He hardly knew he was bi-sexual, and now that he did, it frightened him. He always knew to some degree that he liked men, in high school, but he thought it was just a phase, and that it would pass. He figured it never did.

He sighed and looked away from the TV. He couldn't stop thinking about Sasha. He wanted his attention. He didn't want him to be with Milla that day. He knew he couldn't change it. He figured that they would get together in the end, and he would mean nothing to both of them.

"In other news," The news caster said on the TV. "The vampire epidemic is spreading; another case was reported early this morning. Detectives are still trying to find a way to prevent any other resident from being hurt by these so-called 'blood-suckers'."

He shook his head in pity at the news. "The cases are just getting worse." He muttered to himself. He knew more than any of the news casters would know. He saw it all. He was almost a whole pack's dinner. He sighed again and looked at the clock. It was ten-thirty. Time flies by when you're having so much fun.

He flipped his legs off of the couch, about ready to get up, but then decided not to moments later, and lifted them back up. Much fun…

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Meanwhile, over in some fancy place, as Sasha called it, he was at a party. The lights were dim, which made him happy, but the music was loud, though the party was still very formal. Milla was being a social butterfly, and talking to someone across the room he probably didn't know.

He sat in the corner, by himself, the way he liked it. He had probably only known Cali for about two hours, but he had already sort of missed him. He liked his energy and attitude.

He sighed. He started fiddling with his fingers, trying to think of something to keep him amused. He should have brought a book. He looked around the room for Milla, but she was nowhere in sight.

He wondered why she wanted him to come so bad, if they weren't even going be together. He looked into a light and noticed, even with his glasses on; he started getting a bad headache. He also noticed, two of his teeth were sore.

Oh-no! I'm turning into a vampire! He panicked. His "k-9" teeth, on his top row, were getting sore, as if he was six and losing his teeth again. He placed his hand over his mouth trying to make the pain stop.

He looked around the room once more for Milla, but he didn't see her. He just wanted to go back to his lab and get some answers out of the insane dentist probably sleeping on his couch.

He started to move out of his stop, for he was slightly frightened. Though, because of his silent panic attack, he accidently let someone bump into him and fell into the table, that stood next to him holding this like food and drinks, face first and hit his mouth against the table.

He kneeled on the floor holding his mouth, not looking up at the person who bumped him and muttered, "Ow."

The person looked at him concerned. "Are you okay?" He asked in a slightly feminine voice.

Sasha looked up at his clothes, holding his mouth, realizing it was someone he probably didn't know. Sasha felt his mouth before answering, realizing he was missing one if the same teeth that was giving him trouble earlier. He shook his head at the person and took his hand away. Blood dripped down his chin from the gaping hole in his gum were his tooth used to be.

The person gasped, "I'm so sorry!" and helped him up frantically as Sasha still made no eye contact.

Sasha shook his head, wiping away blood, muttering, "It's okay."

Milla ran up to him and gasped. "Sasha!" She exclaimed worried. She grabbed his arm, studying his mouth. "Darling what happened?" She asked frantically.

Sasha wiped blood of his lips and cheeks. "I fell into a table." He said simply.

Milla held his arm tighter and helped wipe away a bit of blood on his chin. She looked at his mouth as she realized his tooth was missing. "Darling! Your tooth!" She exclaimed.

Sasha grabbed his mouth again unemotionally and shrugged trying to make it look like nothing really happened.

The unknown person gasped. "I'm really very sorry."

Sasha shrugged and looked up at him. He gazed into his hazel colored eyes and looked at his long layered brown hair and realized he knew this man. "William!" He gasped.

Milla narrowed her eyes. "You know this man, Sasha?"

The man looked puzzled at him. "Um, I think you have me confused with someone else." He said simply. "My name is Michael." He raised an eyebrow at Sasha's worried eyes. "And I don't know you, but I am dreadfully sorry."

Sasha shook his head. "No! You're William!" He exclaimed, not understanding how crazy he felt. "You were the boy who bit me in the dark alley way last night!" He extended his finger at him.

The man, or Michael, looked even more puzzled and turned his head. "Um…"

"Sasha!" Milla grabbed his arm with both hands and looked at the man. "Deeply sorry." She told him. "He forgives you. Excuse us." She pulled Sasha away from the man, about six yards away, and pulled him in front of her, facing the man. "Sasha, what are you doing?"

"What?" He asked irritated.

"Why are you accusing this man of something? What are you accusing this man of!?" She asked angrily. She looked into his glasses, were his eyes should have been, but she didn't see them on account of the tint. She sighed. "Look into my eyes, and don't pretend."

Sasha sighed, irritated. He looked into her beautiful green eyes. He bit his lip, trying to get the blood off. "Yes, darling." He muttered. He thought using a term of endearment would help butter her up, hoping she wouldn't be as angry with him.

Milla looked surprised. "Sasha…" She muttered amazed. "You never call me 'darling'." She smiled at him, as he gave a little smile back. The suddenly the smiled faded. "Who did you think that man was? Who is this William, you were talking about?"

Nope, that didn't work as well as I thought it would. He sighed. "He was a man I met in an alleyway while I was taking a walk."

"You were taking a walk in an alleyway?"

"Yeah…well…" He paused. He didn't know what to tell her. He didn't even know why he was in an alleyway. "I wanted to see what it was like. But anyway, we just…talked." He didn't know what to tell her. The truth was too hard to explain. How could he tell the love of his life that he was bit by this feminine boy who turned out to be a vampire, who, for some reason, wants him to be his vampire minion and he didn't have long (or at least he figured) until he would turn into a blood sucking freak! He shrugged. "Just talking…"

Milla sighed. She didn't believe him. She wanted to, but the expression on his face didn't match the tone of his voice. She shook her head. "Do you feel like you should get going, Sasha." She asked. "I mean, to get that tooth looked at. Just in case?"

Sasha shook his head. "No, I'm fine. I just…hurt a little bit, its okay." He shook his head and smiled a little bit, very slightly.

She smiled back. "Alright, Sasha." She told him. "But if it starts to hurt badly, I want you to go home, okay darling?"

Sasha nodded and looked back at "Michael" or "William" or whoever he was, and realized, he couldn't stay. "Uh, darling…" She looked up at him, smiling. She loved it when he called her "darling" and he could tell. "I don't think I should stay. My nonexistent tooth is hurting pretty bad." He bit his lower lip and waited for a response.

Milla nodded. Why did he want to go home so bad? She wondered. He probably wants to see that insane dentist. He misses boyfriend, probably.

She paused. Why am I so jealous? She asked herself. Sasha doesn't like men. Right? She looked at the floor. What if he did? What if that was the reason he kept going to his side? No, she was just thinking up conspiracy theories, maybe, he really was hurt. She smiled at him. "I think you should get home too." She said politely. She didn't want him to leave. She didn't want him to be bored either, which, she didn't know how he was, but he looked like it. So letting him go would be the easiest.

Sasha smiled and looked down at his wrist, looking at a watch. Nearly twelve. He smiled very lightly at Milla. "Thanks, Darling." He nodded.

She smiled. "Of course." She hugged him to be nice, and watched him go. She sighed and decided to find someone else to talk to. Maybe Michael would be interesting…

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Meanwhile, back at the lab, Cali was sitting on the couch fiddling with the remote, not even watching the TV. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It read 11:46. He sighed. He was so bored.

He decided to think about Sasha. Not that he ever stopped. Sasha wouldn't get out of his thoughts and he didn't know why. This stupid crush was getting to him and he didn't know what he could to do make it stop.

When is the next full moon? He asked himself. He got up and walked to the kitchen. On one of the walls, he found a calendar. It told him the full moon was tomorrow.

An evil smile appeared on his face. Sasha was turning into a vampire. Vampires act crazy during, and before full moons. They tended to be emotional unstable, or extremely lustful.

Ooh la la

He smiled and sat back down on the couch. He only knew all about this stuff because he read a book on vampires. That and that he observed the vampires who decided that the abandoned island of the old asylum was a good place to feed.

He thought about what to do with Sasha. He'd just kiss him. He thought that would be a good idea. He didn't even have to kiss back; he didn't even have to see it coming. He sighed when was Sasha getting back?

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Minutes later, Sasha walked into his lab. He walked to Cali and saw him get up from the couch. "Hey," he muttered, "My tooth fell out."

Cali sighed nervously. Just grab his shoulders and kiss his lips. It won't be that hard. Cali nodded, partially to himself and partially to Sasha.

He swallowed hard, nervously and walked up to Sasha. He grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer.

Sasha looked utterly frightened.

Cali pulled Sasha's face close to his own and forced their lips to touch.

Sasha didn't pull away.

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Leave me alone. I'm tired. And bored. And I felt like a kiss was in order…