Chapter 13

A week later…

As the time passed, Allen became accustomed to his new lifestyle. He didn't mind drinking blood or having fangs. But what truelly bothered him was everyone else. Everybody became wary of Allen, and even though they didn't say it, he knew that they were scared of him.

"Hey do you see him?" A Finder pointed to Allen, not knowing Allen could hear every word he spoke. "Not only is he a cursed Freak, but I heard he just became a blood sucker."

The Finder's friend laughed, "Dude, Everyone knows that! I just can't believe that they let someone like that remain as an exorcist of the Black Order."

"Heck, I can't believe that they let him roam free. He should be somewhere, safely contained, like a holding cell."

The two Finders laughed.

"I wonder what's his favorite A, O, or AB?"

The two burst out laughing, almost on the verge of tears.

Allen, who was sitting at a cafeteria table beside the two Finders stood up and walked out of the cafeteria, wiping away an angry tear.

"Awww. The little vampire left crying. How sad." The one Finder jeered.

"Dude? Do you think he heard us?" The other Finder panicked.

"What? Of course not! And if he did, who cares?" The Finder shrugged.

A hand smacked the table causing the two finders to jump out of their seats.

"I care!" Kanda growled, almost making the Finders wet themselves.

"Kanda…" The two squeaked in unison.

"I'm going to make this short…" Kanda glared at the two Finders. "If you so even think about mocking him again, I swear I will slit both of your throats and anyone else who is in on your little cowardice too. You two got that?"

The two nodded eyes wide in fear.

"Get out of my sight." Kanda ordered.

"Yes Sir." The Finders scrambled to get out of the cafeteria, tripping over each other in their haste.

"Che." Kanda sighed and walked out of the cafeteria to the staircase to the Exorcist's room.

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Knock! Knock! Knock!

Allen, who was curled up into the fetal position on his bed, wiped his tears away and stood up. He was rather disheveled in appearance, his hair hung in a mop style, his bow tie wasn't correctly tied, his white shirt was wrinkled, and he didn't even bother with his vest. He didn't care that he looked like a wreck, he was just depressed. Even since he was little he hated being different and now that he finally found a place where he was considered normal and excepted, everything falls apart. Allen opened the door and was shocked to find Kanda standing there. "Oh… hey Kanda." Allen sniffed, clearing up his voice, and tried to hide his tear stained eyes; the last thing he wanted was to get Kanda involved.

Kanda stepped into Allen's room and closed the door behind him. He took Allen's hand and lead him to the bed. He then laid down and pulled Allen down with him.

Allen laid on Kanda's chest. The two laid there a moment locked in each other's hold.

"Kanda…" Allen began.

"Shh!" Kanda cut Allen off and soothingly stroked Allen's hair. "You've had it ruff all these years…"

Kanda felt Allen nod on his chest.

"You deserve a time to cry."

"Crying never solved anything." Allen countered.

"Yes, but I heard it makes people feel better; I wouldn't know, I never cry."

Allen smirked and hiccupped a laugh.

"Let your tears represent your pain and let it… them … go."

A tear slipped down Allen's cheek.

"Good." Kanda coaxed, voice as soothe as silk as more tears fell.

Allen buried his face in Kanda's shirt.

These tears are your pain in a tangible form. I'm the one responsible for all your pain and suffering, thus… I will take these tears and carry them in my memories… forever.