Chapter 50: Without a Hello.

Genre: Family/ Friendship/ Angst.

Warning:…I don't even know what to put in the warning other than AU, OOC-ness and my crazy English. Well, anything that you think needs warning~.

Disclaim: I own nothing.

A/N: So well, as I said, here the vampire chappie I said :3. Based off loosely of a scene in Vassalord that made me have this silly grin on my face while my eyes tear up at the same time *sighs*.

To D-chan: I don't know why you don't like Twilight but well, it doesn't matter…cause I don't even read or watch Twilight xD. The only vampire related things I have ever read are The Vampire Diaries and Dance With The Devil, and of course, a bunch of vampire fanfics and manga :3.

Well! Enjoy~!

In a broken place, a broken night-creature met a not-so broken little boy.

…His little arms were working hard to push the lid covered the Church's basement open.

He should stay there, he knew, because the kind nun had told him to stay put while she had gone out to look for help. But she had gone for far too long and he had started to get starved and the smell of the dead body back inside didn't help much either.

Finally, the heavy lid was shifted aside just enough to create a passage for him to wriggle his lithe body outside.

The sky was dark and as the boy looked around with his bright blue eyes, he only saw dead and destruction but somehow, he didn't feel lonely, scared or anything…just a feeling of emptiness. And he asked himself, what had happened?

…Right, war had broken out and he had to leave his once peaceful hometown with his parents. In the midst of chaos, he had got separated. Then a kind nun had found him and took him in, hiding with her and a few injured people that weren't fast enough to run away from the people with crazy grins and bloody blades.

They had waited and waited in the basement, listening to the screaming, the bombing sound above and prayed. But gradually, the injures had died, not of their injures but because of the starvation.

Only he and the nun had been alive.

But then, the kind nun hand gone and never come back and he was all alone then.

The ground beneath his feet were hard and rocky as he walked, more than once did he nearly fall face first to the ground, but he kept walking, aimlessly, and he saw the young man.

…With his mouth closed around a corpse's neck, blood ran down his chin and neck, disappearing beneath the priest robe's neckline.

…The scene should scare him but he wasn't scared, not at all, instead, he stood still and watched as haze violet eyes looked back at him in amusement.

The young man wasn't a priest despite the priest robe he was wearing, the small boy just knew, because priests weren't supposed to suck on dead bodies' necks, were they? And he stared as the young man dropped the corpse with a sickening thump in the quiet night, his unusual pointed tongue darted out to lick his lips, an attempt to clean himself up but the small boy didn't think so, because the young man didn't bother with the trail of blood on his chin and neck, was he?

And he walked over to him.

The boy stood his ground. Something in him trusted the young man, something in him was drawn to the young man.

"My, I've been only having dead bodies' blood these days," he crouched down to eye-level before the small boy, "Children, alive ones' blood should be tasty, don't you agree?"

The small boy opened his mouth to answer but then, he realized his throat was too dry to actually say anything and he ended up closing his mouth again, only staring up at the young man unblinkingly.

The other laughed mirthfully and it was such a refreshing sound that the boy decided that he would never forget.

"Here," the young man ginned then handed him a bottle of water, which he stared at warily before taking it.

He drank large gulps from the bottle, all the time, his eyes didn't leave the young man's grinning face.

When he was done, satisfying his dry throat, he handed the bottle back the other waved his hand in dismiss then stood up.

"To that direction, kid," he said, pointing away, "Just keep walking and you'll see a village."

And he turned to walked off, leaving the small boy behind to stare at his retreating back before he, the young man, dissolving into tiny, tiny black bats that flew up and melted into the darkness of the night sky.

The small boy only blinked then a small smile tugged at his lips.

In amidst of a destroyed Church and under the black night sky, a small boy stood and promised himself, his hands gripped the water bottle tightly, that he would meet this strange but kind young man again.

One more parts, maybe :3?

Tell meeeeee what you think, guys and gals~!