"Blondie…You came back. I'm flattered."

What possessed that boy to return after what he experienced? He's either brave or idiotic beyond words…

"Don't take this the wrong way. I'm here for Axel." he growls with that wonderfully-malicious glare. He seems to be holding something. Whatever it is, it's intensifying my instincts. Could it be…?

"I have something for you."

He throws a small figure at me. I catch it easily but suddenly freeze. That smell…That incredible, marvelous smell…Did he just…offer me his blood? B…But…Damn, I can't believe it! I hurriedly unscrew the lid and take a sip.

…

The taste…It's even more astonishing than the scent…Words cannot describe the ecstasy, the joy I'm feeling since the moment the liquid reached my lips. The scorching Anger…The powerful Bravery...Before I knew it, the minuscule jar was empty. Damn it, Blondie, why must you tease me? He has a disturbed countenance, almost as if he didn't know I drink blood.

"Do you like it?" he asks a stupid question but I quickly nod, almost willing to do anything for more of his succulent blood.

"Good, now tell me what you guys really do for a living."

…I said "almost".

"It's gonna take a lot more than that to get me to talk, intern." I say, hoping he doesn't make the mistake of falling for my bluff. It's clear that he didn't read the contract like Zexion told him to.

"Whatever it takes." he replies.

Unbelievable.

"…Look, Blondie…I'm a bad man. You don't wanna be involved with the likes of me."

"Yes I do. No one forced me to come here."

"…You know what? Fine. Have it your way!" I give up. If he's willing to risk his life to save that pathetic excuse for my other half, he can be my guest. I grab his wrist and force his palm, which is covered with bled-through bandages, to face me. I lick the wound. Blondie nearly jumps out of his skin but I tighten my grip on his wrist and continue my meal. Ooh, so this is what blood tastes like when it's warm. There's definitely a difference...

"Ngh…Ow…" Blondie groans. My tongue must feel so rough and uncomfortable on his fresh cut. Oh well. I feel his nails brush against my chin each time his hand reflexively twitches. When I begin to taste the bandages more so than the blood, I rip the cloth apart with my teeth.

"W-What're you-"the boy protests before I lick his wound more vigorously. I occasionally press my tongue inside the cut, opening it further. Blondie grimaces from the pain.

"St-Stop…"

I warned you, kid! I want to say but I can't stop consuming Blondie's flesh. Some blood trickles off the edge of his hand but I stop my digging long enough to catch it. In the process, I look at Blondie's expression. He's definitely in agony but this is the only way I can show him I'm not someone to be messed with.

"H…How does it taste…?" his weakly-asked question stops me in my tracks. He's curious about the taste of blood, huh…? I swallow the last bit of blood left on my tongue.

"It's really sweet," I answer. "Best I ever had."

Blondie's eyes widen slightly before he snatches his hand away. I don't stop him.

"Enough…Hah…I'm starting to feel dizzy…" he says. I laugh at his comment before walking to my desk and opening my drawer of supplies.

"I work for a secret company every night and, obviously, I like blood. That should be enough info for ya," I state. "…You should probably get going. Mommy and Daddy might be worried."

"…Could I stay here a little longer?"

"Why? You're gonna be left alone again."

"Well…it's somewhere I'm needed."

"…"

"Look…My parents hardly ever interact with me, my brother treats me like a little kid and doesn't trust me, the kids at school hate me, and the only friend I have is a complete nutcase! I…I don't care if it's my blood you're after. You need me, so please…let me stay."

…My God, this boy's a pain in the ass.

"Fine, if you're gonna bitch about it. Well…I gotta go, so…see ya."

Once I leave the office and close the door, I slip on my black coat and change my lighter to my scythe. Blondie's little sob story reminded me that despite his cruel personality and tough exterior, he's still a lonely teenage boy. If he found out that the only person he can depend on is a murderer he'd probably hate him…

…Wait, I don't care.