Hienz POV

Three months and five days.

Three months and five days, that's the exact amount of time I'd been stalked by this mistery person. Did it bother me?

Why, yes.

I was crazy, but I wasn't going to stand for some weird person stalking me.

The first time I noticed was on my vacation in France. I was there to buy some new stuffs for my inventions, when I began to feel like I was being watched.

It took another week, when I was at the airport, to get my first glimpse of him. It wasn't much. The only thing I got to see before he vanished, was firy red hair.

When I got on the plane, back to USA, I thought for sure that it was over, and I didn't give it any more thought. I got home calmly, got into a fight with my neighbour, Perry, ignored his complaints and started to work on my latest invention.

For about a two days, I didn't have a single thought about the strange man in France. But then, while complaining about the noise I was making, Perry told me that he'd seen a strange man outside my window.

Was I bothered?

Why, yes. I was still very bothered.

I gave it another few days, trying to convince myself that I was just imagining things.

But then our eyes met. Just briefly.

I was walking home after a huge fight with my ex girlfriend. And there was the feeling of being watched again. Then suddenly I heard a rattle.

I didn't hesitate and turned around quickly. And I saw him. Red hair a mess on his head, clothes sloppily against his muscular body, and his foot stuck in a barrle. And emerald eyes staring at me with extreme intensity. Our eyes met and surprisingly enough, he looked almost scared.

And just like that, he yanked his foot free and he was gone.

Anyone else would tell me I was imagining things. And that it couldn't possibly have been the same guy as I'd seen in France, but I couldn't let it go.

The third time I saw him, was the night after when I looked outside my window. And there he was, I was sure of it, staring straight at my window, not seeming like he even noticed the rain that was pouring down on him.

That's when I decided this place was getting dangerous.

And that's why I called my friend in Somers. To be sure, I even used Perry's phone and his computer.

Why didn't I call the police? You ask. Well, that may be because the police thinks I'm crazy. They wouldn't believe me if I told them I was being stalked.

So I got on the plane to Somers.

Now my friend isn't exactly like any man. In fact, some might call him crazy as well.

He was a hippie, some might say. He lived in a house that looked fairly normal on the outside, but the inside was decorated like the inside of a native american tent. However, hed id have a basement especially designed for when I was coming over. Isn't that just great friendship? I think it is.

After ariving in Somers, I thought for sure I was safe from the stalker. But no. It took a couple of days, but then I saw him again. It was just a vague shadow in an alley, but I could tell it was him, and he was staring at me.

After that, I didn't see him for a long while, and I almost forgot about him. It was as though my life was getting back to normal, despite the fact that I was living with a crazy hippie.

But then things started to get trully scary.

It was just a hint at first, but then it started to feel like it was more than just the normal stalker that was following me. These (for they were more than one) were much less discrete, and much more… resless.

Occationally, I would hear someone saying: "Let's take him now." and "He smells so good."

I was now past the point of beeing bothered and had reached the point of being scared.

I couldn't help but wonder if these people had anything to do with my usual stalker.

But still no one got near me.

And as my fear grew, I found myself wishing it was just my usual stalker.

"Rise and shine ~"

I groaned and tried desperately to shove this annoying hippie off.

"It's still early in the morning. Let me sleep."

"It's five in the afternoon." Hawk (yep, that's his name). "Anyway, I had to wake you up, cause I'm leaving, and I need someone to take care of the house."

"Schieße." I muttered. "Where are you off too?"

"Maria is back in town, so we're going out. I'll be back late… or sometimes tomorrow."

Ah yes, Maria, Hawks' girlfriend. She wasn't at all like Hawk. In fact, she was more of the goth type, but it wasn't as though I had any right to question that, what with my history of fail relationships. The rain was pouring outside, I noted. Not that I minded. I would be spending my day in the basement anyway.

"Yeah, yeah, have fun." I muttered.

"And make sure to lock the door." Hawk reminded, as I followed him inside. "We wouldn't want your crazy stalker to catch you."

I nodded tiredly and soon I was left alone in this weird house. I was still tired, since I'd been working nonestop until 5 a.m. last night. Funny enough, I couldn't remember going to bed. As far as I remembered, I'd colapsed on the floor. I shrugged. It seemed Hawk was stronger than he came on as.

I didn't put further thought into it as I climbed down the stairs and started to work on my inventions again. Around 6 p.m. that noise came. It was a soft creaking. No! I would not stand for this anymore. I grabbed a bat that I had lying around and snuck up the stairs. There was no one in the house, I noted, which ment my stalker was still outside. I looked out of the window discreetly, and sure enough, there he was, sitting on the rale of the porch, gazing around intensly. His hair was dripping and his clothes were soaked, and yet there was something extremely fascinating about him. No! He was my stalker, I wouldn't let him get away with this. As quietly as possible, I opened the door, bat tightly in my hands. The redhead had his back to me so there shouldn't be a problem. That was until the board beneath my foot creaked. My stalker caught on to it emidiatly and spun his head around, eyes staring wildly at me. Who was this man?

Zeed's POV.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

This was bad. He'd caught me. Did he actually remember me from that time before? God I hoped not. I was so screwed. What would I tell him? Sorry I've been stalking you, but I'm a vampire and you're in danger! Ugh, what the hell is wrong with me.

"Who are you?" Heinz asked slowly.

"I'm Zeed." I answered numbly.

"Why are you stalking me?" he continued, keeping his bat tightly in my hand and directed at me. It was actually kind of cute.

"I can't tell you."

"Who are you working for?"

"I can't tell you that either?"

Heinz glared at me suspiciously.

"You've been following me since France." he said. "How can you track me up like that? You're never on the plane."

I chuckled. He was just so cute.

"Clever boy." I said, jumping off the rale. "Truth is… Hold on a minute."

Quickly, I scanned the area and sniffed in the air.

"Get inside and lock the door." I said hastily. "You're in danger."

"Says my stalker." Heinz argued.

"Listen to me Heinz." I said desperately. "In about three minutes three men will come this way, all looking to drain you of all your blood."

"You speak as though I'm haunted by vampires." Heinz said, although he still took a step back towards the door.

"Just get inside." I said, ignoring the statement. "And lock any door possible. Don't let anyone in, not even me."

And luckily he did just that. As soon as I was sure he was securily inside, I turned my attention to the task at hand. I could sense my opponents getting closer. They were restless, careless, hungry. Well, they weren't getting away this time. Uncaring of the houses' fascade, I ripped a pin from the rale off and kept it firmly in my hand.

"Mother earth, mother earth, I turn to you for help. Mother earth, mother earth, help me win this battle true. Mother earth, mother earth, every scream, every yelp. Mother earth, mother earth, will be enimies of you."

This was a spell I'd learned from my master in France, and in fact, I'd become quite good at it, as proven when the pin was transformed into solid silver. And just then, the attack started. The first I noticed was creeping towards a window. Quickly I leaped forward and managed to punch his face.

"Sorry, this Pure Blood is off limit." I growled.

The other guy growled at me.

"Come on. You can join in too." he said.

"Fuck no!" I said, kicking him in the guts. "The laws clearly states. DON'T! DRINK! FROM! A! PURE! BLOOD! Especially not this one."

In the corner of my eyes, I noticed an other vampire closing on the door. With a quick blow, I striked the stake through the vampires' heart. With much ease, I jumped up on the porch.

"Looking for something?" I asked, practically challenging the other to attack me first.

And he did. Wow, he was really restless. I easily dodged the blow and killed him within seconds. Just then, Heinz' voice reached my ears.

"L-let go of me!"

"It'll only hurt a little." a low voice coed.

Quickly scanning the area and deaming it safe I broke the nearest window and slipped inside. Sure enough, some creep had Heinz trapped in a corner, his fangs inching closer to his neck.

"Get off him." I growled. "Or would you rather join your friends out in the yard."

The vampire chuckled, hands still clapsing on Heinz' wrists, drawing a few droplets of blood.

"You only just met amatours." he mocked. "There are far more dangerous enimies heading here. You won't last a minute against them. Why don't you just give up and give us what we want."

"Never." I growled, my nose twitching involentarily from just the few drops of blood. "Now let him go, before this turns ugly."

"Hardly." the bastard said. "How can I leave such a pretty thing alone."

"Maybe a stake in the heart will help you." I hissed, clenching the stake in my hand.

The bastard just snorted while one hand travelled down Heinz' body.

"D-don't." Heinz gasped.

"Let. Him. Go." I hissed, and lunged forward.

The bastard laughed and with the hand that roamed Heinz' body and caught my wrist, twisting it painfully.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll rip your heart out and make you eat it." I hissed, both from anger and pain.

"Watch me, as I drain your little pure blood."

Heinz eyes were wide in fear and he struggled desperately against his hold. In a last desperate attempt, he lifted his leg to kick the other in the balls. The vampire growled and grabbed his thigh, pushing it back forcefully. He realized all too soon that by doing so, he'd let go of my wrist. Using my, not so broken, hand, I grabbed my stake and lunged it into his back, hitting him straight in the heart. Heinz gasped just a little but breathed out in relief upon being reliefed.

"Stay here." I ordered, hauling the dead vampire up.

With some struggled I dragged his body outside and lay it in a pile with the two others. Despite my warning, Heinz followed me.

"Mother earth, mother earth. I call to you for help. Mother earth, mother earth, hide the tracks of battles true. Mother earth, mother earth, every scream and every yelp. Mother earth, mother earth, were the enemies of you."

And like that, the bodies faded until they no longer existed, as did the blood, and the window repaired itself.

"Keep the door locked, don't let anyone in unless you know him." I said. "I'll be leaving now, but I'll stake the area before I leave."

"No."

Heinz grabbed my wrist and held me back.

"You owe me an explanation." he said glaring coldly at me. "You just killed three men, then made it look like it never happened. What's up with that? That guy in there was going to bite me, how is that even possible? And what the hell is a pure blood? Why have you been stalking me? And why did you just save me? I'm not letting this go!"

I stared back at Heinz.

"You're right. I can't keep lying to you." I sighed, and dragged Heinz back inside. "I'll tell you the truth. But you're not going to believe it."

A couple of minutes later, we were sitting , facing eachother on a hidious couch, while I carefully wrapped his wrist in a bandages.

"Let's see… where should I start?" I asked myself. "I'm a vampire."

To stress my point I allowed my fangs to extract.

"And so were the people attacking you tonight." I admitted, letting go of his wrist.

"I got that when he was trying to bite me." Heinz reminded. "But why are they all after me?"

"It's your blood." I explained. "You're what we call a pure blood. It basically means, your soul is pure so it makes your blood more desireble. It also give you an amount of magical powers. All pure bloods have different abilities, but they all have it. This little bit of magic makes whoever drinks the blood of a pure blood stronger. So obviously vampires desire it. That's why the supreeme court forbids us from drinking it, as pure blood's are rare and must be protected. The people who attacked you are villains, and all three of them has drunk from a pure blood before, so in the end, I only gave them the punishment they diserved."

"B-but why are you here?" Heinz asked, scooching away just a little. "Are you going to prey on me now?"

I chuckled.

"Trust me, you're unbelievingly intoxicating to me." I admitted. "But I'd never risk hurting you. The reason I've been following you is to protect you. My master tracked you up and found that you were being tracked by others, so he put me to watch over you in secret."

"In all due respect, you're not very good at staying unseen."

I laughed a little and a small blush painted my cheeks.

"I suppose you make me a little unfocused."

"Huh? How do you mean?"

Before I could even stop myself I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

"It's so very hard to resist you." I muttered, pulling back from his lips. "Your blood just barely register to me, what distracts my is your mare presence. Your sent. Your eyes. Your lips. The way you laugh. And I get strangely angry of the fact that you live with that guy, Hawk."

Heinz placed two hands on my chest and pushed me back, staring back at his slightly trembling hands.

"H-have you ever bitten a human?"

"Yes." I admitted. "I'm a vampire after all. Very few vampires settle with animal blood. That's why we can't be in the sun. Human blood in our system makes us alergic or something."

"H-have you ever… killed a human."

"Once, the first time I drank blood." I admitted sadly. "I was too untrained to control myself."

"Can I trust you?"

"It doesn't matter if you love me or not, I can survive with watching you from afar, but I won't be leaving your side. I will protect you until the day I die.

"How can you promise you won't bite me and accidentely kill me?"

"It's the power of love, mon amour." I whispered. "And I won't bite you, not ever, ever."

I closed our distance again, and Heinz didn't protest.

"I'll stay by your side forever." I whispered as I carefully pushed him down in the couch. "And that's a promise."