I am currently in a hotel in Lexington, Kentucky OwO for my sister. We're going to BreyerFest. Yay. *rolls eyes* But the hotel is nice. :D So, ohyus. AND I'M GOING TO EAT CHOCOLATE PUDDING :P

:'D THE PUUUUDDING!

Go~

What am I going to tell Bleck?! Oh gosh… I'm dead. I'm so so SO dead. I fed from a living person… oh dear Jades. I… What did I just do?! Tom's body was laying on the cold ground… lifeless. Oh no. Oh no.

I cursed under my breath, dug a not-so-deep hole, and threw his body in it. I quickly pushed the remaining dirt over it. As hot tears streamed down my muzzle, I ran a hand through my hair in irritation. This was all my fault.

I… I need help. Quickly. But... who would I go to? Who sucks blood?! I was crying in pain, anger, sadness, and… irritation. I just…

I heard noises, so I started to run. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I flipped to Castle Bleck.

"Young lady, where have you been?!" Bleck rasped.

My lip quivered as I walked quickly to my room. I locked the door and windows. I went to the mini fridge, grabbing a pack of raw steaks. I tore the plastic wrap off of it. I looked at the blood in the bottom of it. I felt so guilty- yet so… right.

No, no, no. I can't drink this again.

I heard knocking on my door.

"Kortez?! What are you doing in there? Come out here right this instant!" Bleck hissed.

I poured the blood down my throat then unlocked my door. I opened it to see Bleck's steaming-hot-mad face.

"I-I-I can't explain…" I shivered.

"No- you should be able to explain to me what's wrong." He replied firmly.

"But Daddy! I told you! I can't explain!" I complained.

"Fine. But let's go have some hot chocolate." Bleck patted my back.

Nastasia made us two steaming mugs of rich hot chocolate with fluffy whipped cream melting on top. Bleck formally sat down, rubbing the cushion next to him- gesturing me to sit down with him. I effortlessly threw my body down on the velvet couch cushion right beside him. Bleck then gave me my mug of hot chocolate.

He parted his lips to speak.

"Now, what's going on here, Kortez?" He asked calmly.

I took a sip of my cocoa. I wiped the whipped cream off of my lips with my jacket's sleeve. Thank Jades it was black… so Bleck wouldn't see the blood stains on it.

"I'm going through something. Something that's making me feel… uncomfortable." I said slowly.

"…Girl problems? Because if that's the case, then I'll get Nassy in here-"

"No. Gross." I blushed- lightly punching Bleck's shoulder.

Bleck chuckled a bit.

"Anyways, you can tell me anything, Kortez. And whatever it is, I can help you get through it." He smiled warmly, putting his right hand on my shoulder.

Bleck kissed my forehead. I blushed a shade deeper. I thought about telling him about my whole blood thing, but he'd send me to a mental hospital. I'm sure of it.

"I know, Daddy, I know." I whispered.

"Good, good." He cooed.

"Oh yes, I invited someone over to dinner for Thursday afternoon, since the rest of the people here will be gone to a week-long meeting." Bleck added, in a matter-of-fact tone.

"And what moron would that be?" I laughed.

"Your English teacher." Bleck smiled, tightly hugging me.

It felt like the world around me was melting. Melting very very slowly.

"…Mr. Indigo?!" I asked.

"Yes, yes. I saw him at the grocery store Monday. He asked if he could come over to dinner Thursday tomorrow night." He nodded.

"Oh. Well… I'll be in my room. Until Friday." My eyes widened as I walked back to my room.

That night, I had this weird dream.

I looked around. There was nothing. Nothing at all. Everything was black. It was like I couldn't see or something. Oh yes. My eyes were taped shut. I was strapped down to a bed.

"Sweetie, didn't I tell you not to open your eyes?" A ghostly-white Koopa asked.

He looked irritated.

"Just trust me. It's a surprise." His mouth was so close to my head that I could feel him breathing on my neck.

My chest and stomach rose up and down. I was breathing quite slowly.

The Koopa walked out of the room for a second. He walked down the dark corridors of the old building. A gray Koopa with electric blue hair bumped into him.

"Oh… I was looking for you." The white one said.

"Hm? Oh yes. Now, about the Octaveyell.." The gray one nodded.

His lips curled into a pleased smile.

"Yes. She's here. In my bedroom, in fact."

"Thank havens. Now I must get it now. Before she causes way too much trouble." The gray one announced.

"What about me? Don't I get to have my fare share of alone time with her?"

"No, no, no. You mustn't touch her. The Octaveyell can't have your words written upon it."

The white one sighed. Then came the gray one in my bedroom. His smile was calmer. I shuddered, as usual.

"You do not seem… cheerful." He said.

I glared at him. He laughed a bit. He then put his body down next to mine on the bed that I was strapped onto.

"Look at you. You're so perfect. You and your perfect raven black porcelain skin. Your perfect white claws. Your perfect violet spikes on your legs. Your perfect black tail with perfect metallic-like spikes. Your perfect soft violet hair. Your perfect bright blue eyes- that are quite charming. Your perfect tall and slender body. You're everything that I've ever dreamed of having. But was I born that way? No." He cooed, putting his mouth to my neck.

"Get off of me. Now." I demanded.

Before I could blink, the man sank his teeth into my neck. Dear Jades, he was sucking up every ounce of my blood.

I couldn't finish the dream. I had to wake myself up. I was sweating heavily. My legs were tangled up in my sheets. Gosh, that dream always seems to creep me out. It was the same dream that I had when I was around twelve.

I looked at my alarm clock.

Five. In the morning. I better get dressed. I'm going to take the long way to school today. Which means- walking through the forest. I know this one kid at the high school that does it every morning at six.

So, I have to wait for her. I feel horrible about feeding on her… buuut… everyone has to eat, am I right? I went to my closet and plucked a red shirt from its hanger. I slipped it on, then put a pair of dark jeans on. I found a black leather jacket- so I put it over my shoulders. I hid my hands with a pair of black leather gloves. I stuffed a silver chain in my pocket and stepped into black boots with silver latches. I quickly combed my hair. I then put my shades on my face. And I was ready to walk out of the door.

When I walked into the living room, I was greeted by Nastasia's smiling face. She was sitting on the velvet couch.

"Um, hi. It's weird to see you up this early." She smiled.

"Yeah. I'm going to walk to school this morning." I nodded, offering her a smile.

Nastasia replied to me with a smile.

"Okay then. Just be careful, dear." She said, reading her magazine.

"Thanks, Nassy. I will." I replied.

I grabbed my backpack, threw it across my shoulder, then walked out of the door. A burst of cold air greeted my face, brushing my hair backwards. I put my hood over my head and zipped my black leather jacket up. I flipped to the forest. I checked the time on my silver watch.

5:56 AM. Okay. I just need to start walking. Minutes later, I saw her.

Willow Lock. Her raven-black hair was flowing in the mild October wind. The seventeen year-old Koopa tightened her cyan blue bandanna, then sat down on a soft patch of moss. I was in the oak tree above her, staring down at the goth teenager. She ran her shiny black claws across her gray pants. Willow then touched her black and purple boots. Then she stood.

I took a deep breath and got out of the tree.

She looked at me. Her soft blue eyes grew wide with curiosity. She positioned her black boots into the dirt on the ground, spreading an evil look on her face. She then took her bandanna off of her neck.

I saw a bright blue vein popping out of her arm- which made me starving. I licked my canines.

"Go ahead. I know that you're hungry." Willow growled.

I gasped a bit.

"Wha? How did you know..?" I muttered, stepping closer to her.

"That doesn't matter, Kortez. Do it."

I blinked. I looked at her neck. It did look quite promising. I grabbed the girl by her shoulders and sank my teeth into her neck.

Oh gosh. I was seriously doing it. I don't know how I knew. But… the only thing that matters is that I'm actually doing it. Willow had delicious sweet blood that stained my teeth.

I released her out of my grip, then looked behind myself. No one was there except Willow and I.

"Uh… Thanks." I said uneasily.

"Don't mention it. I'm Willow. You must be Kortez." She smiled.

"Uh, yeah. We have math and history class together, right?"

"Yes, yes. Now, is your hunger satisfied?" Willow asked, putting her bandanna back on her neck.

I nodded slowly.

"We must get to school now. I will explain how I know you later. It's a particularly long story, in fact." She replied.

When we got there, Courtney seemed to click with Willow. Like they've known each other for a long time. Anyways, history was easy- as usual. Willow, Courtney, and I sat together. It was nice, I have to admit. Biology was weird, of course. Now, to my favorite subject of the day.

Math.

When your uncle is your math teacher, math class is awesome. Unless your uncle really hated you. Then it would suck.

Mr. Skrap looked pretty calm and content today. He propped his feet on his desk as all of the teenagers flooded the room.

"Well, class. Today, you guys are just going to work on yesterday's work sheet as I sit here and watch you." Skrap joked.

After I got my sheet done, I looked at Willow's neck.

Lunch was next. I wonder if she'd let me feed on her… No. Nope. There's no way.

Mr. Skrap looked at his timer. It beeped.

"TIME IS UP. Put your pencils down." He laughed, getting all of the papers.

When he walked away, he dropped a paper from his pocket on accident. When everyone walked out of the room, I picked up the paper. It read:

The child is not innocent. I mustn't trust it.

Yet, I did make a vow on its life to not let it get killed. I cannot kill it.

So, Ellehctileavious, if you want to play… Let's play. Let's get dirty, my dear brother.

~Zero

I tilted my head.

"Hey, uh, Uncle Skrap? I have a question." I asked, shoving the note in my pocket.

"Anything, kiddo." He smiled.

"Would you know anyone named Zero? Or Ellehctileavious?" I straightened my posture a bit.

"Nope." He replied.

"Oh. Okay then. Just wanted to know." I grinned.

I walked out of the door, smearing a pleased grin upon my lips.

"Wait, Xzal- Kortez. Come back in here." He said.

I closed the door.

"Where did you hear those names?"

"I just found a note. It came out of your back pocket." I nodded, handing it to him.

"Well, thank you for returning it. A… friend of mine gave it to me. I have to give it to someone." Skrap grabbed the note from the palm of my right hand.

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Did you like? Be honest. :D I love this chapter…

TEAM KORTEZ. XD

TEAM SKRAP. ;3

I'm on both of their teams…Who's team are you on? (Oh yeah, I'm out of Lexington now. :D )