Aelita and Jeremie were in the latter's room, actually working on the virtualization program, when a little knock came to the door. The two exchanged shrugs, before Jeremie answered, "Come in."

A tentative figure slowly entered, losing the door behind him, a weak smile in place of his usual goof-ball one.

"What's up Odd?" Aelita asked, making space for him on the bed.

"I wanted to tell you guys something," he explained, sitting down next to Aelita. "And I also want some answers. First off Jeremie, why did you turn me?"

"What are you talking about?" Jeremie genuinely had no idea.

"I mean why did you turn me into a vampire?"

"What?!" Aelita and Jeremie exclaimed at the same time, in confusion.

"I was turned into this on— well, earlier today, and you're a vampire, so it just seems obvious," Odd reasoned.

"Uh, it wasn't me. I was in Paris all day, then locked in my room, so how could I?" Jeremie reminded.

Odd glanced downwards, he didn't know what to think.

"Don't worry Odd, we'll figure it out," Aelita assured him.

"Meanwhile," Jeremie pulled a couple full wine glasses out of his closet and brought them over, offering one to Odd.

"Wine?" Odd looked at his friend quizzically, as he was handed the glass.

Jeremie shook his head, "Think again."

Odd brought the glass closer to his face, smelling the contents, which is when his fangs lengthened automatically.

Aelita rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm beginning to think you boys are all the same."

"Nope. We're just two of a kind," Jeremie reached back into the wardrobe, and tossed the bottle of ginger ale to Aelita, who just laughed in responce. She considered asking him whether she should start using it as perfume.

They all gathered around, and the two glasses and the pop bottle clinked together, before they all took a swig.

"Jeremie, where did you get this?" Odd asked, his face looking almost instantly more vibrant and alive.

"Hey, don't look at me," he pointed to Aelita.

"Well I'm no blood bank," she shrugged like it was no biggie, even though it kinda-sorta was.

"This is yours?" Odd asked meekly, eyeing the rest of the stuff in the glass a little guiltily.

"No sweat," she replied with an upward flick of her hand.

"Yeah, no probs," Jeremie nodded.

Aelita gave him a friendly but disagreeing stare. "You're one to talk. You're not donating blood."

"Well I never asked you to, and besides, you do gain something this way," Jeremie pointed out.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

Odd jumped on the bandwagon, "Why two fantastic vampire pals of course."

"Don't you mean FANG-tastic?" Jeremie corrected jokingly.

They all laughed, and rolled their eyes, sincerely hoping that the neighboring dorms' occupants were fast asleep, because for one night, they should be able to celebrate without any worry.

Unfortunately, morning would come, and with it new challenges to face, and new ways to make evil go away, yet again. But they didn't have to worry. At least, not tonight.

A/N:

And that's a wrap! Thanks so much guys, I love the support, and I'm glad you liked my fic. To recap what I was saying earlier, yes, I am doing a TLV3, and I'm probably going to upload it tomorrow or the next day (29 or 30th of Oct). Just as soon as I find a good name for it.

(pretty random note, this chapter's title is after a song by DJ Bobo, one of my mom's favourite artists. It just seemed fitting)

Thanks again guys!

—Slightly Odd out;)